<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:19:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go eat shit and crucify yourself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116538640928838910</id><published>2006-12-06T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:10:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come as you are.</title><content type='html'>Bye Yanting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra, has some mighty being sucked your blog off the face of blogosphere?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen you virtually and physically in like a REAL LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/donquixot_e"&gt;I moved here by the way.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116538640928838910?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116538640928838910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116538640928838910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/12/come-as-you-are.html' title='come as you are.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116468423238936613</id><published>2006-11-28T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:13:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Put My Hands, on your Mammary Glands?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Bullet With Butterfly Wings- Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is.&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me from this black abyss that is boredom.&lt;br /&gt;My sister doesn't want to watch Punk'd :(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116468423238936613?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116468423238936613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116468423238936613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-put-my-hands-on-your-mammary.html' title='Can I Put My Hands, on your Mammary Glands?'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116437632748306252</id><published>2006-11-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:58:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Em' Hell Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Ghoul's Night Out - Misfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S FREDDIE MERCURY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;I think I should mourn, because its the day he died.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in memory of Freddie Mercury then:&lt;br /&gt;FREDDIE MERCURY, YOU ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;watched HAPPY FEET, and my dad seemed to enjoy it more than I did.&lt;br /&gt;He was laughing his shit off,&lt;br /&gt;I swear he looked like he was watching the best movie EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Nuts. It was good though.&lt;br /&gt;I love the amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Go-Karting in french race cars.&lt;br /&gt;That was what the owner told me anyway, that he got them from France.&lt;br /&gt;It was DAMMIT fast!&lt;br /&gt;And I was high the entire time I was on the track,&lt;br /&gt;I think I just got hooked on Go-Karting or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Despite ChoongYee and KaLok pushing me into the water like in the first five minutes we were at the beach,&lt;br /&gt;and getting really thirsty &lt;br /&gt;and seeing one BIG-ASS fish &lt;br /&gt;and playing amazing race and embarrasing ourselves in front of gay couples&lt;br /&gt;and Diana and Monya were not there&lt;br /&gt;and Kalok kept snatching the blanket&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't sleep even though I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;SHE dressed like a whore&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got to do my tuition homework and all that cal.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off with the famous words of Morrisey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I put my hands on your mammary glands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116437632748306252?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116437632748306252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116437632748306252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-em-hell-kid.html' title='Give Em&apos; Hell Kid'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116392623261245640</id><published>2006-11-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:55:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH SHIT.</title><content type='html'>SANDRA! I'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;KAREN! get your voice back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT A GROWTH ON MY EYEBALL!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF ITS CANCEROUS!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wouldn't it be cool if I got to wear a pirate patch?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in fear of losing an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116392623261245640?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116392623261245640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116392623261245640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-shit.html' title='OH SHIT.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116385378609565127</id><published>2006-11-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:47:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS.</title><content type='html'>Sandra is angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mans, It was a fucking joke. (The Material Girls Thing)&lt;br /&gt;You are deffo cool enough to watch Casino Royale! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're still angry though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sorry though.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I sounded excited, because I'm fucked up like that. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116385378609565127?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116385378609565127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116385378609565127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/oops.html' title='OOPS.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116372812808053384</id><published>2006-11-17T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:52:02.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Desert Song- MCR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA CHONG SHAKES HER BUTT WHEN SHE WALKS YA'LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm like gonna start on my homework like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm a madman and I'm sedated&lt;br /&gt;In a world of constituitions&lt;br /&gt;so give me all the poisons&lt;br /&gt;kept away in silver boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it rain today?&lt;br /&gt;the clouds merely tumours of grey&lt;br /&gt;and I apologise for ruining my life&lt;br /&gt;but its what I do for a living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: YANTING, KAREN (SANS SANDRA) I WANNA WATCH CASINO ROYALE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116372812808053384?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116372812808053384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116372812808053384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-surprises.html' title='No Surprises.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116350895125399772</id><published>2006-11-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:55:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Quixote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: You Know You're Right - Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I will move away from here&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have never been so swell&lt;br /&gt;I have never failed to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE (I have no idea what I love now)&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like loving something.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much an extremely boring and unproductive day.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra called and blurted a whole lot of stuff I don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was raining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of sad, for some unexplainable cause&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting mentally unhealthy and introverted, that's what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;Tastes like somebody stole my hulahoop.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to go out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No Mr.Happy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/Picture%20866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:lcenter; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/Picture%20866.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in China that calls me Purple Jie Jie.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116350895125399772?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116350895125399772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116350895125399772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/don-quixote.html' title='Don Quixote.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116340866393675838</id><published>2006-11-13T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:04:31.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back Ya'll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Edward Meets the World- Danny Elfman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; BELIEVE that I missed the divorce of Spederline in China!&lt;br /&gt;Thank Gods for Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Beijing Was Freaking Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on the 2nd day I started missing home really badly because of the stupid cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;Like, not ONE second of warmth! I really really wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;The people spit so much they could drown in their own saliva, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew people had so much spit?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilets aren't as bad as I pictured them to be though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures another day,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna bug my sister to settle my fucking fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116340866393675838?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116340866393675838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116340866393675838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-yall.html' title='I&apos;m back Ya&apos;ll.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116254415766140694</id><published>2006-11-03T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:55:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My voyage BACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Enter Sandman - Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet had been down for a few days so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realise I don't have much to say at all.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I'm rather tired and would rather have a nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116254415766140694?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116254415766140694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116254415766140694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-voyage-back.html' title='My voyage BACK.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116195575928231742</id><published>2006-10-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:34:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Make Me Sad.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Dead! - MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And wouldn't it be great, if all of us were DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out I'm a very sad person,&lt;br /&gt;was that too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm so much happier to find out that my parents think that I have a serious character flaw and I have no friends and I refuse to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't as if they gave me a chance to explain anything,&lt;br /&gt;and the grades made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to speak up, they think I'm finding excuses,&lt;br /&gt;and its fucking hypocritical of them,&lt;br /&gt;because they think I don't want to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is true, I don't fucking want to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;because doing that won't solve anything,&lt;br /&gt;and opening my mouth to explain would simply be too tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave me to waddle knee-deep in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;The new MCR album is amazing amazing,&lt;br /&gt;it was worth the 2 years wait!&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it, &lt;br /&gt;best fucking album yet, and previous 2 were great.&lt;br /&gt;I swear MCR keeps getting better, &lt;br /&gt;and I'm still in LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116195575928231742?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116195575928231742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116195575928231742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-i-make-me-sad.html' title='And I Make Me Sad.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116178152938023623</id><published>2006-10-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:05:29.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push Play</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Where did you sleep last night - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Currently Watching: GODZILLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me&lt;br /&gt;They could care less as long as someone will bleed&lt;br /&gt;So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So I have been waiting ever since I got satisfied from listening to Three Cheers... and Bullets...,&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting LAH!&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;SOME STUPID HMV GUY TELL ME STOCK NOT HERE, THEN STOCK NOT HERE AH!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DEMAND MY CD LIKE, NOW!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, I swear I'll get it tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's sleepover at SADNRA's house with karen and yanting,&lt;br /&gt;and then tomorrow tomorrow would be ANDY's house with isabelle and lixin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so BOOYA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Billie Joe along anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116178152938023623?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116178152938023623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116178152938023623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/push-play.html' title='Push Play'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116126192450610318</id><published>2006-10-19T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:45:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attain Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Things have never been so swell &lt;br /&gt;And I have never failed to fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baha.&lt;br /&gt;So... my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;we have finally attained nirvana,&lt;br /&gt;and we have reached the point where the smoke can no longer be seen past the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;so I shall take my bow,&lt;br /&gt;and bade you goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In proper english, that actually meant I didn't do very well for end years at all,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like a pile of rotting faeces on the ground &lt;br /&gt;because I worked my fuckin ass off just to fail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no amount of motivation can move me,&lt;br /&gt;because now its revenge,&lt;br /&gt;against myself,&lt;br /&gt;and a big middle finger to the entire world&lt;br /&gt;with the results I WILL gain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO JIAYOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116126192450610318?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116126192450610318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116126192450610318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/attain-nirvana.html' title='Attain Nirvana'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116089844370584203</id><published>2006-10-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:47:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya.</title><content type='html'>I like ate my lunch,&lt;br /&gt;and vomitted it all out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then continued eating my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iwannadie,Iwannadie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116089844370584203?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116089844370584203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116089844370584203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/aiya.html' title='aiya.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116072974358747435</id><published>2006-10-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:55:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS A LOVELY DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Pennyroyal Tea- Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. The M woman is DOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the Nirvana album,&lt;br /&gt;and bought a 2007 calender planner thing.&lt;br /&gt;Realised I should be more organised with next year and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I lost something but I can't figure it out, &lt;br /&gt;what with the schedule and stuff, its like having a home that has no doors or windows out,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I got over claustrophobia,&lt;br /&gt;apparently not quite,&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something because it feels not quite right.&lt;br /&gt;Like the world is spinning the other direction,&lt;br /&gt;like tomorrow's the apocolypse.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to stop watching alien movies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've spent everything,&lt;br /&gt;I shall claim I know nothing of contrition.&lt;br /&gt;DIE, DIE, DIE MY DARLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The noise we make is but a static lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;delicate as a paper tiger&lt;br /&gt;that is spiralling down,&lt;br /&gt;erasing the skyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116072974358747435?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116072974358747435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116072974358747435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-lovely-day.html' title='IT WAS A LOVELY DAY.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116053849787862115</id><published>2006-10-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:53:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO FUCKIN FREE, IT HURTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Starman - David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO SAY THAT.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN YESTERDAY WAS HELL RUSHING ART.&lt;br /&gt;HECK IF MISS GOH FAILS ME, &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FUCKIN BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to waking up at 4 in the morning, &lt;br /&gt;so goodbye to the mess that I totally created doing all the things that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/Picture%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/Picture%20027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/Picture%20031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Insert pity here! NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought it would be funny to take pictures of the mess,&lt;br /&gt;sweet, sweet liberation &lt;br /&gt;AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways:&lt;br /&gt;I totally planned out my holiday already&lt;br /&gt;- Paint my house&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;- Get new wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;- Beijing (?)&lt;br /&gt;- Finish the homework in one week&lt;br /&gt;- Practice A maths like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- Pay off my library fines&lt;br /&gt;- Learn Fade to Black, I will Follow You Into The Dark and Fix You&lt;br /&gt;- Watch the Dahlia show thingy&lt;br /&gt;- Watch Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;- Draw stuff for next year's O Level&lt;br /&gt;- THE BLACK PARADE!&lt;br /&gt;- Wait for SUPERNOVA's album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Going to find a color scheme for the house now.&lt;br /&gt;TA-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116053849787862115?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116053849787862115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116053849787862115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-fuckin-free-it-hurts.html' title='I&apos;M SO FUCKIN FREE, IT HURTS.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116031085729829374</id><published>2006-10-08T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:34:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SICK YA'LL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening to: Cancer - MCR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, the stupid haze has finally gotten to me! (insert sarcasm here)&lt;br /&gt;and it just had to be the day before art and A maths exam. (insert groan here)&lt;br /&gt;I was basically moping around the house the entire waiting for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;then for dinner. (insert fats here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. I hate fevers, I hate flus, I hate coughs and I have illnesses and all that cal.&lt;br /&gt;The heavens from up above know my name and have cursed me. (insert curse here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO GET THIS OVER AND DONE WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Lukas Rossi and MCR for making my day even though it was shit with all that haze and shit. (insert fan-girl scream here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert sigh here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116031085729829374?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116031085729829374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116031085729829374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick-yall.html' title='I&apos;M SICK YA&apos;LL'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-116026014435767635</id><published>2006-10-08T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:29:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey hey ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging at 6am in the morning on a Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually woke up at 5 to do my "the A word that has an R in the middle and ends with a T"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, terrible life.&lt;br /&gt;So stop gloating YanTing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been pretty weird, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Its like being a chasm not knowing when this entire exam shebang thing is going to end.&lt;br /&gt;I have this delusion that I have all the time in thw world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even watched texas chainsaw massacre before chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;It sort of worked to an advantage because it was so disturbing I couldn't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Then I told Sandra about the Texas chainsaw massacre.&lt;br /&gt;and the idiot wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;And she was scared of the freaking COWS.&lt;br /&gt;she started screaming and all that cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was searching for the iron,&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking somebody stole it so he could start the Singapore Iron Massacre.&lt;br /&gt;Its quite gruesome if you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-116026014435767635?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116026014435767635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/116026014435767635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-hey-hey-ho-ho-ho.html' title='Hey hey hey ho ho ho'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115977396988127645</id><published>2006-10-02T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:26:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a pissy girl, I am</title><content type='html'>I can't find my fuckin lollipop and thus I'm fuckin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou, your humble Blogger, is suffering from withdrawal symptoms of never-study land.&lt;br /&gt;and thus Thou is frustrated over a Lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be studying for Social Studies,&lt;br /&gt;but Thou thinks that Social Study is a load of crap which you really should be put to better use such as toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends here Thou's blog post.&lt;br /&gt;And Thee who called me a dumbo should stuff your face up your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115977396988127645?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115977396988127645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115977396988127645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-pissy-girl-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m a pissy girl, I am'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115943048132897189</id><published>2006-09-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:01:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>climb up my lemon tree?</title><content type='html'>Currently Listening: Rebel Yell- Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. I decided that I shall study hard for exams so that I can get away with everything.&lt;br /&gt;AND ask money for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Mug Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115943048132897189?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115943048132897189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115943048132897189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/climb-up-my-lemon-tree.html' title='climb up my lemon tree?'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115935197839021320</id><published>2006-09-27T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:12:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Headspin- Lukas Rossi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being volatile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like The Patient now,&lt;br /&gt;if you know who The patient is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been coughing since eons ago, and I'm afraid my alveolar sacs are gonna bust anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weird Biology stuff, I learnt alot of stuff that would not help me in Biology whatsoever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your heart stops when you sneeze. (I thought this was cool)&lt;br /&gt;- Ligers are real! I've seen it, on TV of course, its the biggest cat on the world.&lt;br /&gt;- You would die if you hiccuped too much (I thought this was cool suicide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's pretty much it, &lt;br /&gt;but I saw this book which was called "God's DNA", and I was thinking how cool it would be for somebody to have God's DNA, &lt;br /&gt;or how cool that God has Nucleic acids and proteins and cells at all. Which would mean he would eat fish, (but I always sort of assumed that God didn't eat anything but Holyness, but I guess I was wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;Because I've always assumed God was just a picture of light beaming down on earth and then plants start growing and mud figures become people.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, childish I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this person asked what was my favourite subject,&lt;br /&gt;and I was like: "Recess luh!"&lt;br /&gt;Totally, recess is like the reason I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;And recess was quite stupid today, I forgot Sandra and Lydia can have violent reactions, (like effervescence(?), they are like probably high up in the reactivity series.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like exams are next week,&lt;br /&gt;and I should be mugging and all that cal.&lt;br /&gt;But next week seems so far away and so near at the exact same time and I have no idea what the hell this post is for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly inept at everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with a quote from Aemilia shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like them long and big." - Aemilia Mariani Widodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115935197839021320?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115935197839021320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115935197839021320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115918778134350834</id><published>2006-09-25T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:36:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eheheh.</title><content type='html'>So after I read Sandra's blog, I started remembering stuff, that happened during sec 1 and sec 2 of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember:&lt;br /&gt;- The first time I talked to Sandra was when she boarded the same bus as me, and she was like: "You're in my class right?" Then the anti-socialite that I was just nodded my head or something like that. And the sandra then was this super nerdy, specs wearing sandra, whose bag was totally fugly and socks and skirt were sky-high, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- And Lydia, I don't remember much about the first time anything about Lydia except she wore this dangly earrings for school reception. And that her mother thought I was some Pai Kia in Primary school (?).&lt;br /&gt;-And ASHY! Who was my first partner (in crime), and we rebelled against phua and his deodorant, it was technically the changing point of my life, because I became like way slacker after sec 1,so, All thanks to ASHY! And I do mean it. I wouldn't know what to do if I was a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;-And Yanting, who never left much of an impression except she sat the same bus as me.&lt;br /&gt;-And Karen, who was Sandra's netball pal. &lt;br /&gt;-And Adelene, and Lava, and Joyce, and Keon and Peiyi&lt;br /&gt;-And how I used to go to sandra's house, and put UNO cards on the fan, and then turn it on. (Really amusing.)&lt;br /&gt;-And how Lydia Lam Li Ya was the one that discovered that I actually could draw stuff. Like, I was competing with her who drew the dragonfruit prettier, and mine was prettier! HAHA. And before that, I totally sucked at drawing. So yeah, I sincerely thank Lydia Lam Li Ya.&lt;br /&gt;-How Lydia got me demerited for calling me a retard. (?) I'm still rather confused about that incident. Anyway, that was probably the only time I got a sincere apology from Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, and how everybody sobbed over Windstruck, which really was quite sad, but I really couldn't bring myself to cry because the sight of 3 people crying as if they failed their O'Levels is too fucking amusing, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;-KAREN'S PILLOW IS SO DAMN SOFT. YAH.&lt;br /&gt;-AND HOW I WAS DAMN SAD THAT SANDRA TOLD ME THAT SHE WOULD EVENTUALLY THROW THE CARD I GAVE TO HER AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;-BUT SHE DIDN'T SO I LOVE HER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115918778134350834?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115918778134350834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115918778134350834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/eheheh.html' title='Eheheh.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115906654100472289</id><published>2006-09-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:03:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leath Is The New Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: I Will Follow You Into The Dark- Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck whatever Miss Goh says.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to do whatever in hell I want to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Aemilia, don't be so stressed at this imaginary workload you have okay.&lt;br /&gt;"LOOSEN UP! THIS IS ARTTTTTTTT! LOOSEN UP, THIS IS ARTTTTTTTT!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I actually created a random jingle to keep myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a picture to keep myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/black%20parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/320/black%20parade.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL THE BLACK PARADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out 24th October.(WHEEEEEEEE&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115906654100472289?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115906654100472289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115906654100472289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/leath-is-new-black.html' title='Leath Is The New Black.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115883906200200281</id><published>2006-09-21T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:44:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Andry Warhol, But sometimes, I wish you would stop being a genius.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: What if- Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh. I think I'm on the verge of cracking like an egg-shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, all the possibilities of the future start rushing to me:&lt;br /&gt;I could be:&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that concludes another chapter of Yinshian's teachings. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to blast my eardrums with heavy metal while I cry over my weak vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115883906200200281?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115883906200200281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115883906200200281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-you-andry-warhol-but-sometimes.html' title='I love you Andry Warhol, But sometimes, I wish you would stop being a genius.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115856585579509689</id><published>2006-09-18T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:50:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8675-309!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Welcome to the Black Parade- MCR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVS, I'll show you what I'm made up of you suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarbabelle is quitting art, pretty much dampened my mood the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;But I was also being rather hyper because I kept thinking about Lukas.&lt;br /&gt;(LUKAS!)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, Biology was rather screwed up, and so was Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;(LUKAS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire morning I was in pretty much a daze, &lt;br /&gt;because I was struck with sudden inspiration, then I thought about it throughout the entire flag-raising, and when I was walking back, (almost walked into a pillar).&lt;br /&gt;ALAS, I have an aim and idea in doing whatever I will do,&lt;br /&gt;(I know this doesn't make sense, but yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English today, didn't even bother to listen to Goh Wee Wee,&lt;br /&gt;I was actually trying to expand my vocabulary by searching chim words.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you how okay: Search for emo lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;Sure have one, I tell you, emo people have an extra chromosome of chim words installed in thier DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I embark on a chapter of my life called Trigonometry,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm running off to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LUKAS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115856585579509689?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115856585579509689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115856585579509689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/8675-309.html' title='8675-309!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115845574317905402</id><published>2006-09-17T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:15:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit fuck shit.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: White Wedding- Murderdolls&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Bio Text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the vulgarity,&lt;br /&gt;but my bio,amaths,chemistry,Emaths and Art is beckoning me,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel damned sickened by all the knowledge I'm going to have to binge on.&lt;br /&gt;As for studying, its just like bulimia, you binge, you throw up.&lt;br /&gt;Then you binge again!&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much a continous cycle until you finally shrivel up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Art, its going pretty badly,&lt;br /&gt;Just recieved Paper 2, ANDY WARHOL.&lt;br /&gt;going to be fun if I actually had 27869469257 hours to prepare for it,&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, I have a book to write AND draw, and I just changed my style on Friday, so I'm actually redrawing the ENTIRE thing.&lt;br /&gt;I did this only because Miss Goh so obviously hinted to me I had to add some color to it.&lt;br /&gt;Evs. I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT COLOR IS, YOU GAUDY PEOPLE WHO DON'T APPRECIATE BLACK AND WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my laptop, now I'm surfing non-stop because I haven't donw that in a long time, and its such a bad time to be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I did yesterday was probably study SS, unproductively.&lt;br /&gt;And then I gave up and downloaded a truckload of David Bowie's, Billy Idol's, Radiohead's, Coldplay's and The Killers's songs to keep me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm happy, and devoid of any knowledge whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115845574317905402?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115845574317905402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115845574317905402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/shit-fuck-shit.html' title='shit fuck shit.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115832162627786151</id><published>2006-09-15T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:04:52.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LUKAS FUCKIN ROSSI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/20060913_Episode211C_0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/20060913_Episode211C_0650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/LukasWins7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/LukasWins7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/LukasWins2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/LukasWins2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/LukasWins6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/LukasWins6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUKAS FUCKIN ROSSI WON.&lt;br /&gt;I was basically being depressed and jumpy the whole entire day because I was suspecting Lukas wouldn't win.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE FUCKIN WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thus ends Rockstar Supernova,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can study in peace knowing Lukas is safe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115832162627786151?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115832162627786151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115832162627786151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-lukas-fuckin-rossi.html' title='I LOVE LUKAS FUCKIN ROSSI.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115787137808818083</id><published>2006-09-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:56:18.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zikes.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a bad wake up call on the last day of holidays at 3pm &lt;br /&gt;Its rather refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to cramp one week's of work into 1/4 of the day left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115787137808818083?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115787137808818083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115787137808818083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/09/zikes.html' title='Zikes.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115634279385505238</id><published>2006-08-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:19:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's me in the spotlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently Listening to: Cryin'- Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Rather depressed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well,&lt;br /&gt;As I always say:&lt;br /&gt;So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time its not really going away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED A MATHS DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW ITS KINDA EXPECTED, BUT.&lt;br /&gt;BEH. I have this sick regurgitating feeling when I get too stressed and frustrated and I have a sudden evil, malicious urge to gorge someone's eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tad less morbid subject,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do too badly for Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Thank gods for that,&lt;br /&gt;or I would crumble to my knees and start sobbing hysterically and start threatening to kill myself with a protractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the overdramatic A maths results,&lt;br /&gt;had a really nice talk with ChoongYee, Isabelle and Aemilia.&lt;br /&gt;Involving psychology, elephant trunks, naked massages(Aemilia), sacred sex rituals and fish eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. Anyway, sorry for being all DE PA LA SI on you'll.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be so E- MO -OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its damn funny that Paul Twohill sang a 5566 song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115634279385505238?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115634279385505238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115634279385505238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-me-in-spotlight.html' title='that&apos;s me in the spotlight.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115597772513734614</id><published>2006-08-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:55:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: All the Young Dudes- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Lightheaded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Art wasn't that bad,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Goh was just a little pissed off though.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I kind of dislike her being cynical and sarcastic and all that,&lt;br /&gt;but I figured she picked that up from Yvonne Ong,&lt;br /&gt;and I forgive her, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty upsetting, Yanting told me Miss Lim cried in their class. Made me have that weird feeling inside. I think its called guilt, but it can't be because I didn't lie or do anything strongly related to said matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no idea why she cried,its not her fault at all. And even though when she shouted at us, she reminded me of Sayid the torturer, we still love her!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I was quite disappointed they decided to blow it out of proportion in all the wrong ways, made Miss Lim think that she was actually the root (no pun intended.) of the problem, because she is not a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;AND she's way better than Mr. Ng, &lt;br /&gt;Its not that we don't get our facts right,&lt;br /&gt;its that we'll rather get ALL our facts right, and do well.&lt;br /&gt;And that probably shrouded logical thinking and moral.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they actually interregation CSI style? That's dope.&lt;br /&gt;And wayy out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of the contreversy, I'm going to do Amaths, after I put up a new tagboard which will hopefully fall in love with Diana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115597772513734614?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115597772513734614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115597772513734614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing My Religion'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115581669612251893</id><published>2006-08-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:24:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress, gets on my nerves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You- MCR&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Worse than during common tests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the lesbian action in Orchard, which really was just fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;With all that crap that comes out of the mouth of the society about Homosexuality and the success of Brokeback Mountain, I think its weird the people are actually not turned on by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the Biology thing, which was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then how Art screwed, me, Billy Joe, and basically my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Art really screws with me.&lt;br /&gt;First, I forgot to collect the pictures from Denise.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I couldn't access Photoshop to edit my pictures,&lt;br /&gt;which cost me a whole lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Yanting called me sounding so frantic, I thought she had coronary heart disease, and said that I had to print the pictures for Denise or she'd be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I finally got the Photoshop thing in the bag and was halfway through editing the photos,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my thumbdrive,&lt;br /&gt;which made me really agitated, &lt;br /&gt;Then the icons on my desktop started disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;and that was when my computer crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually went into epileptic shock, went all &lt;em&gt;el loco bon seco&lt;/em&gt;, then I shut it down of course.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it went into coma, or purgatory,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't really know,&lt;br /&gt;but whenever I turn on the computer, &lt;br /&gt;It says: &lt;br /&gt;A NEW PROGRAM INSTALLED HAS CAUSED A PROBLEM/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH, SO PHOTOSHOP'S FAULT THEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started crying because I couldn't send my photos for printing, and I haven't finished my book, and I haven't done jian bao, and I had no color ink to print at home, and I couldn't find the CD to install my camera onto the other computer, and Billy Joe just "died", along with my 365 songs and my novel and my pictures and poems and all that shit, and I had to print pictures for Denise, and the room was dammit messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I hate Art, but I would probably slap myself across the face,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ART.&lt;br /&gt;(and sometimes I fancy myself a liar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115581669612251893?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115581669612251893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115581669612251893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress-gets-on-my-nerves.html' title='Stress, gets on my nerves.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115573827173482983</id><published>2006-08-16T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:24:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBOOYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: All the Young Dudes- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: FAT (and I'm not even sure if its a feeling)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Tests are over. For real dudes.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Andiani's House after School.&lt;br /&gt;Which was terribly draggy with all the subjects after the test and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;And started our LOST marathon. after the lunch, which for me consisted of rice and MFC((Lidya's)Mother's Fried Chicken) because they had salad with those THICK salad sauce.&lt;br /&gt;And those who know me well enough know I have a phobia of salad sauce, or white sauce, and basically any sauce that is thick and fattening and gross.&lt;br /&gt;YUP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were watching LOST and Lidya kept hitting me because I kept guessing what would happen next and I got it RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I told her that Sawyer was actually conning everybody, I got it right, then she hit me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's just jealous because I inherited Psychic Ability from Yanting who claimed that our bus would come eventually,&lt;br /&gt;And, it DID! Shockingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lidya tried to turn off her tablet with her toes, to no avail of course.&lt;br /&gt;And we found out that LOST actually uses painted backgrounds, cos apparently there was an explosion in the background and the cloud of smoke wasn't moving, it was just-Stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped this from Sherilyn's blog, cos I'm a loser and I need time to chill before CSI starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: YIN SHIAN(NNNNN)&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 28th June 1991&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Sexually Inactive if that's what you are asking.&lt;br /&gt;EyeColor: Black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: CANCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYERTWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Small Enclosed Spaces and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Umm, I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Anything with loads of cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY,TODAY,TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: I WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: 10-11 on normal days without exams, 1-2 on exams&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: When maths was 1+2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Green Tea Dude.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Macs&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Group&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Ummm. Yeah HA.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: Once, Twice&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: No leh.&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: Yah, Johnny Depp! and that guy from CSI NY&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: Yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: EM, dunno&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Nadah.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: NO! okay, maybe to eat or something&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: YAH, B.O.B &lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: No ):&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: No&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;br /&gt;Age your hoping to be married: No plans yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: Gray&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: Jet-black&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: Doing this&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: Watching SI/Rockstar Supernova&lt;br /&gt;5 HOURS AGO: Watching LOST&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: Studying&lt;br /&gt;1YEAR AGO: Studying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11:FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: Love.&lt;br /&gt;FEEL: Tired.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: Being Hated&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: Behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: the entire gang in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: Sleep, and CSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115573827173482983?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115573827173482983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115573827173482983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/bbooya.html' title='BBOOYA!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115529921124257561</id><published>2006-08-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:26:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitochondria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Rock n Roll Suicide- David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Ummmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an art student, &lt;br /&gt;I recall the times Miss Goh would tell us over and over again that nature provides some of the world's most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that the root hair cell is one &lt;strong&gt;ugly ass&lt;/strong&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(it looks like curvy dick)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the phloem.&lt;br /&gt;I think the plant should be made entirely out of xylems.&lt;br /&gt;because xylems are simple (a hollow tube thing!), whereas the phloem has 2 CELLS! and plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO!&lt;br /&gt;and plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AUDICITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. I'm feeling hyper. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115529921124257561?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115529921124257561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115529921124257561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/mitochondria.html' title='Mitochondria!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115521658835576547</id><published>2006-08-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:29:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHA!</title><content type='html'>Right, breaking the oath, who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;FCUK&lt;/s&gt; YEAH, RAHIMA'S OUT!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, I kinda feel sorry because so many people want her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my new policy is to be a Bitch and then apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm financially AND morally bankrupt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115521658835576547?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115521658835576547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115521658835576547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahaha.html' title='AHAHA!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115508544450992193</id><published>2006-08-09T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:05:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, thus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: No Surprises- Radiohead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins the mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Surfing/Shopping/Eating/Playing/Jamming/&lt;br /&gt;Watching/Drawing/Painting/Slacking/Sleeping/Blogging/&lt;br /&gt;Smsing/Taking/Chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;we'll drown in suicide thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;riding light through caffeine and eyes &lt;br /&gt;cheap shots. none divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I write my name on that crumpled piece &lt;br /&gt;cry out in vain from lethal ink &lt;br /&gt;Its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;Its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of knowledge cheap as sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white out eyes and caffeine stains&lt;br /&gt;we'll fly tonight, fly through the night&lt;br /&gt;and wake to find the crack of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I write my name on that crumpled piece &lt;br /&gt;cry out in vain from lethal ink &lt;br /&gt;Its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;Its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of knowledge cheap as sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalkdust shooting through my veins&lt;br /&gt;close one eye, it won't hide&lt;br /&gt;the inadequacies you preach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I write my name on that crumpled piece&lt;br /&gt;cry out in vain from lethal ink&lt;br /&gt;Its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;Its not what you tihnk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold metal on your skin, hearing swooshes, tasting sin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115508544450992193?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115508544450992193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115508544450992193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-thus.html' title='So, thus...'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115495570365900306</id><published>2006-08-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:06:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna see how your insides look like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Close to You- The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Hyper!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEE. I'm drunk on 100 plus. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book is going somewherrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the intro in check, so YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed Chemistry. So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, love you dudes. Off to watch gay porn.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm going to study E maths.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really rather go watch gay porn, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115495570365900306?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115495570365900306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115495570365900306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wanna-see-how-your-insides-look-like.html' title='I wanna see how your insides look like.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115482712934466622</id><published>2006-08-06T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:03:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sucker!</title><content type='html'>Its my sister's birthday, so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/1600/LA.%20%284%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4064/342/200/LA.%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Anger management! I stole the quiz from SANZHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put your itunes on SHUFFLE.&lt;br /&gt;2) Press forward for EACH question.&lt;br /&gt;3) Use the SONG TITLE as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles- Imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles(again)- Let it be (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alkaline Trio- Dead and Broken (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns 'n' Roses- November Rain (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley- Are You Lonesome Tonight (like, fuck Elvis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is/was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day- Jesus of Suburbia (?! I'm Jesus?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can i get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR- Thank You for The Venom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Stones- Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson- Banana Pancakes (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday- My Blue Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P!ATC- I write sins not tragedies (Totally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox 20- DISEASE! (AHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is my life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie- Some day You will be Loved. (SUCKER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Buble- Home (How suitable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR- I Never Told You What I Do For A living (according to the lyrics, I'm a murderer. (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronin- Propagandagenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Misfits- Astro Zombies (right. thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Stripes- Jimmy Exploder. (&lt;- he lusts after me. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana- Smells Like Teen Spirit (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day- Holiday (YEAHHHHH BABBBBBYYYYYYYY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab FOr Cutie- Different Names For the Same Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR- To The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt;Ronin- Black Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones- I wanna be Sedated (TOTALLY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday- Up Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will I be doing tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day- Brain Stew (brain stew anyone? I bring to school :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was this a waste of my precious time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral For A Friend- Bullet theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I bored and have nothing else to do but put iTunes on shuffle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna- Unfaithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115482712934466622?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115482712934466622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115482712934466622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-sucker.html' title='Happy Birthday Sucker!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115474410621159590</id><published>2006-08-05T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:15:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three cheers! for my SWEET revenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Its not a Fashion Statement,Its a deathwish -MCR&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Studious (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about being studious today is that I have no foolscap paper.&lt;br /&gt;how BAD can that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! I can't exactly remember anything that happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On monday:&lt;/strong&gt; We crashed Lidya's house, had a surprise party, almost fell into a pool, stuffed ourselves with indomee, pizza, and the cake we bought, and had our own weirdo musical, and cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;: Actually I don't remember anything about tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Wednesday!:&lt;/strong&gt; Was a HALF DAY! Other than the fact I LOST 15 bucks, it was pretty cool. Went out with Lydia, Eliz and Joyce, ate Yoshi because we had a sudden lack of creativity, and basically lost our heads in the overwhelming euphoria that you get when it is the last day of school, then realised it wasn't the last day of school and went to library@orchard and proceeded with unproductive studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and watched the telly the entire night! Rockstar Supernova and Singapore Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Thursday!:&lt;/strong&gt; It was pretty bad because it was the day before Friday. And Thursdays are always bad because it is the day before the day before the weekends, and I know I'm RAMBLING, but yeah. Studied a whole lot of BIOLOGY and CHEMISTRY, to no avail of course. But STILL. JAY WAS OUT, and that made my day. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; It was pretty much a terrible day, badmooded in the morning, MAGATA CALLED MY FATHER, and can't stop rambling to me on how I should buck up. And chinese was right in the fucking morning, it pretty much ruined the entire day. It could disintegrate the entire world into rusted ruins if it wanted to. Had to do YING YONG WEN. And the blood woman had to stick her overly larged permed head at my YING YONG WEN, and it was really annoying. Then we had Bio Test, followed by an awkward recess of sex positions and stuff all because Isabelle saw the rubber duck I drew. Followed by an extremely depressing Chemistry test, followed by an english test. Immediatly followed up by Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MISS GOH ACCEPTED MY BOOK THING! ALL HAIL ME! AND MISS GOH'S MOODSWINGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem now is getting started on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Aemilia insisted we go for A maths Remedial. But Penny woman has already left. SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Black Hawk Down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Orlando Bloom was playing one of his useless characters again, like in Troy, but I still love him, and I was this close to crying when he fell out of the helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a whole lot of ammunition, blood, grenades, RPGs, African guys, Josh Harnett, Ewan Mcgregor, Eric Bana AND Orlando Bloom make a great movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115474410621159590?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115474410621159590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115474410621159590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-cheers-for-my-sweet-revenge.html' title='three cheers! for my SWEET revenge!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115442988428296083</id><published>2006-08-01T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:38:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: Chapter Four- Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;Currently Feeling: Guilty):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when everything in your life starts sucuumbing to decay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted a shuqiao today and I feel damn bad ):&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing tomorrow because I can't take guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its quite wondrous how I seem to remember every terrible thing that happens and fail to recall anything wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIDYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;sorry for the last time I said that, I actually burst out crying&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, BACK TO ANGER MANAGEMENT, now known as slack time, because I'm waiting for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ABCs OF MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;- Aemilia! Art! Amusement. ANDIANI! &lt;s&gt;ANDRINA!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/B&gt;- Bell? Belle? Bella? BURN! BUN! BEATLES! BALLS! BUTTONS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;- Coldplay! Chemistry? Creep. Chocolate! CABARET! Clarabelle! Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;- Dresden dolls, death? DEPP! depression? Dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;- Entertainment, Education, Emanciation, Eggs? EMOKID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;- FCUK! FISH! FOOD. FUN! Frankie Iero! Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;- G3? Gems&gt;? Gerard Way! Guns n Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;- HAPPINESS! HYPOTHESIS! HAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt;- IODINE, IODIDE, I, ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;- JOY, Johnny Depp! JUNK, jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;- kill, kiil, KORN. kenyanya.KAREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;- Love! Life, lemonade, lessons, LIXIN! LIDYA, LYDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;- Music, Mannn, movies, Manganate, MCR? I know, I know, MONYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;- Neverland, Nirvana, Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;- OXYGEN! ORLANDO BLOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;- Pink? Purple? Pencils, Paper, pighead. PIRATES! PRINCESS DIANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;- Queen, Quebec! Queer. Quail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;- Radiohead, Ramones, reading, rain, RAIN, ring, Red, Rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;- Sexaye mama aka Safarina Bte Salleh, Soup, Sad, Sap, Sombre, smile, Slack, SS. Sandra, Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;- The Blue Sky Parade, Taxi, Taking Back Sunday, Tablespoon, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;- Umbrella Academy!Underoath. Ultra-violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;- VAMI? Vascular bundle, violence, viddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;- WAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;- Xylem! Xylophone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;- YINSHIANNNNNNNN. YES. YAP. YUP. YEP. Yellowcard'YANTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;- Zimbabwe, Zebra, Zesty, Zoned-out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115442988428296083?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115442988428296083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115442988428296083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115409374369381257</id><published>2006-07-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:35:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimrod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening: All you need is love - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling: EXTREMELY EXTREMELY PISSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Just lectured me on how I don't unbutton all my buttons when I take off my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and scolded the shit out of me for not buying new socks.&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is that he makes it sound like I'm doing it on purpose to infuriate him.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course I talk back lah. &lt;br /&gt;Then he said I'm not using my brain because my habit of not unbuttoning my clothes is causing everybody to be irritated.&lt;br /&gt;WTF&gt; I'm dammit irritated.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU IRRITATED BY MY FUCKING BUTTONS&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i'll do a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;its my new anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once said;&lt;br /&gt;"Yinshian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" About ten times in 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Venice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile;&lt;br /&gt;Andrina. SERIOUSLY IDIOTIC LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because;&lt;br /&gt;They make living worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous;&lt;br /&gt;I mess my hair up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i laughed was when;&lt;br /&gt;At Sandra's house while watching a corny movie called High School Musical. I was imagining everyone in crescent becoming a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is;&lt;br /&gt;Bad condition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are;&lt;br /&gt;COLD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the entire day and refused to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head left, I see;&lt;br /&gt;Mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head right, I see;&lt;br /&gt;Mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down, I see;&lt;br /&gt;My legs lah then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest recent event was;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE OF THE BANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year I'll;&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding;&lt;br /&gt;The world and how clocks tick. oh, and A maths. and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time at a family gathering;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my cousin kiss my sister. We saboed them. They were like 3? 4? 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like-like you if;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. I let you see my sketch book? I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is;&lt;br /&gt;Myself:D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triangles are;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating. 3-sided wierd shaped thingies that give us irrelavent topics such as congruent triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal breakfast is;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon and ham and eggs. (SO HOMELY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make me really happy;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL HUG YOU AND KISS YOU AND YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you plan to visit anytime soon;&lt;br /&gt;My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my wedding if I;&lt;br /&gt;Found out my husband-to-be was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without;&lt;br /&gt;Wars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than;&lt;br /&gt;Eat the cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing you've bought yourself;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Maggi Mee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you;&lt;br /&gt;A burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least Favourite time of the day is;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, please hold on;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was high;&lt;br /&gt;After school today HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person I talked to told me;&lt;br /&gt;"Your habit is irritating everybody!" IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have;&lt;br /&gt;lived at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Singapore Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl I know whose;&lt;br /&gt;voice is whiny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy I know who;&lt;br /&gt;is irritating as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! -HUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Told Me- The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedsheet is;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell;&lt;br /&gt;Aircon Air. Odorless smell. Nice not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my table, I have;&lt;br /&gt;Junk stacked on more junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!. Feeling better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115409374369381257?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115409374369381257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115409374369381257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/nimrod.html' title='Nimrod.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115400983967064651</id><published>2006-07-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:24:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to: Let There Be Love- Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling: Sleepy ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art makes me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid that after the outburst yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;people are afraid of me!&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHHHHH. Don't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry I broke your heart (and my promise) Sandra,&lt;br /&gt;I'M DEPRESSED AND BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS BAD AND BORING! (-slits wrists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMC was a boring affair, and school is a boring affair.&lt;br /&gt;And I can picture myself tomorrow, sitting in the classroom, &lt;br /&gt;attempting to write my book during Geography Lesson,&lt;br /&gt;while Miss Pham whines, &lt;br /&gt;and I don't have my Marriane Chong book because I kind-heartedly lent to someone else &lt;br /&gt;and and and... going home and get depressed about Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a cycle. School-&gt; boring. After school-&gt; hungry. Home-&gt; Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead such a wonderful life that I look at the people around me and laugh at them because they are pathetic creatures.&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;That was my attempt on optimism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115400983967064651?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115400983967064651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115400983967064651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-babe.html' title='Yeah, babe.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115392257661301242</id><published>2006-07-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:02:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yohoho! a pirates life for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Creep- Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling: Rather confused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like, I dunno, the grey between the black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Seems rather monotonous, went along like clockwork, and I don't like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was shit. &lt;br /&gt;I was feeling damn shitty in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Aemilia infected me. &lt;br /&gt;I practically threw a chair at Andrina, which really! I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I became the LAO DA, because I was damn fierce in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;But can't make it as LAO DA lah, I'll burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography was spent writing my book, which still remains nameless and on the 1st Chapter I think.&lt;br /&gt;This book is going nowhere I swear. &lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have decided to start sketching :D.&lt;br /&gt;sketching gets you somewhere. (into Miss Goh's good books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue was rather crappy, I was made to sit in front every lesson, because I didn't pass up my mock paper which wasn't even marked by Laoshi, by yes, ME.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHY THE FUCK PASS IT UP YOU DOOFUS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5075u)*&amp;)*^*%*@&amp;^P(*@&amp;#)(*)#(*_,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, Í still haven't fully recovered from anger venting session.&lt;br /&gt;I need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maths test was OKAY! Surprisingly :D, I sincerely hope me and Saraniah pass this.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm treating Saraniah to durian(s)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school is ALWAYS FUN! &lt;br /&gt;Aemilia and DORAYAKI!&lt;br /&gt;And singing the NEZUMI MOUSE SONG!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and Isabelle and her Pinball games!&lt;br /&gt;And watching the BOB video. (BOO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THURSDAYS THAT HAVE TUESDAY'S TIMETABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115392257661301242?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115392257661301242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115392257661301242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/yohoho-pirates-life-for-me.html' title='yohoho! a pirates life for me.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115374244352557012</id><published>2006-07-24T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:18:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with kaleidoscope eyes!</title><content type='html'>Listenining to: Its Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door- Underoath&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: DE-PE-LA-SI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEH&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently! there is no homework today, so gonna start on Art.&lt;br /&gt;So, the nightmare has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Isabelle said, I think it would be better to stick in the Art scene than dabble in the music scene. Apparently its FATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, do PRC scholars know that sometimes the things they do are extremely embarrasing? I hope they find out one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barh, oh yes, I'm writing a book one LIFE and DEATH for art, and doing illustrations for each and every page. I think I'm killing myself, but you know what, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK MANNN. AND MAYBE MAKE MONEY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't got my TWENTY BUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;and I still have to go visit random art gallery, and do random worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"these words are like loaded pistols&lt;br /&gt;round after round of ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;strobe light in your face&lt;br /&gt;drop dead, gorgeous."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit] &lt;br /&gt;I'm sian-ded out, contemplating on life.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is dammit kaypo, and I feel damn irritated because I'm having one of those feeling-like-doing-something,-but-yet-haven't-got-the-strength-to moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the FLDSBYHGTSTM moment.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I miss life, if I ever had one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115374244352557012?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115374244352557012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115374244352557012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/girl-with-kaleidoscope-eyes.html' title='The girl with kaleidoscope eyes!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115356386863506578</id><published>2006-07-22T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:12:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS MANNNN.</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU SANDRA, SANTHIYA, YANTING, KAREN, WAITING, CARREN, LIDYA, SAFA, NIFONG, DIANA, LIXIN, AEMILIA, CLARABELLE, GOWRI, VERA, TANIA, CHOONGYEE!, JESSELYN(something like that lah), CHANTEL, JOYCE, NIKKI, GRACE, DENISE, SHERILYN, SHIMUN,DIXIN, CHARMAINE!, PADMA, LYDIA, DELIGHT, JANE, EVERYONE WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO TELL ME GOOD LUCK, ANYONE WHO CHEERED, EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU WHO VOTED, JOHNNY DEPP, FRANKIE IERO, PAUL TWOHILL AND GERARD WAY. AND I GUESS I SHOULD THANK MISS ANG AND MISS GOH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK ACSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I LOVE YOU PEOPLE MANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT WE SUCKED, BUT YEAH. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE, I LOVE YOU SHUXIAN, JOYENE, ISABELLE AND PRISCILLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuxian: YOU ARE DA BOMB MATE! Yeah, I love you for backing me up when my guitar failed me, and one day you'll master more than words! I swear! I know you won't read this or anything, but dude, you're way better than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyene: MANNN! GIVE SOME LOVE MANN! You should be a pro hair-stylist you know, because yeah, you're damn good, with your hands mann. But your singing needs improving and I'm still waiting so yeah, stop being so emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle: Talented dude competing with me for talents. Actually she claims I am more talented than her. But mate, you're nuts and fucking talented I want to infrared all your talents to me mann. Fuckin crazy singer you! YOU ROCK MANN, I'M WAITING FOR YOUR UPCOMING ALBUM! WHERE IS IT LAHHH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla: You're so damn cute! YEAH REALLY! And you're damn good with the drums and dammit musically talented. OH, and you look like OLIVER TWIST! especially when you are eating, you look damn poor thing for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115356386863506578?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115356386863506578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115356386863506578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-mannnn.html' title='THANKS MANNNN.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115323272763235359</id><published>2006-07-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:25:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is an emo blog man.</title><content type='html'>Yup, currently, everything in my life is going rather smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;which I expect won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANDRINA!(even though she was angry half the time with me for reasons like dropping hair on her table, and sitting on the dictionary, but I still "love" you, okay lah, I LOVE YOU LAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to know what went on with the entire band when I was pigging out on dorapachi man.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyway, last time I checked, they hated each other, and the next time I checked, they were singing together and high-fiving.&lt;br /&gt;and I was at the side, looking at them like, yeah, what the hell happened man?!&lt;br /&gt;I think Yanting and Waitend brainwashed them.&lt;br /&gt;This is dammit weird.&lt;br /&gt;Yanting was close to hyperventilation when we played PANIC! &lt;br /&gt;but yeah, I dunno whether hyperventilation good or hyperventilation bad, because Yanting is ALWAYS LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun yeah, probably practice we ever had because (YAY!) Joyene wasn't exactly out of key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear sandra and santhiya became groupies.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when I hear groupies I think of crazy teenies who sleep with the band members.&lt;br /&gt;(Bad thoughts, shiany, bad thoughts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to go to sleep 10 mins ago, but dear isabelle called when I was just sitting on my bed, ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and she was like: "I need the tabs"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I was like: "Oh man."&lt;br /&gt;yeah, oh man. &lt;br /&gt;I need to get sleep man, get rid of eyebags,&lt;br /&gt;never seems to work though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115323272763235359?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115323272763235359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115323272763235359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-emo-blog-man.html' title='this is an emo blog man.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115313955155608523</id><published>2006-07-17T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:32:31.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>Life is shit, and its only Monday dude.&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk in clockwork slang so ya'll won't understand me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;freaking devotchka, and i hate viddying her looking so smug and such, O my Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;stabbing britvas behind your back and watching the krovvy drip. &lt;br /&gt;slooshying her makes my dammit krovvy drip like the ends of hell so yes, right right right. &lt;br /&gt;oh I hope they savvy what I think they should savvy man.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll invest yourself in me, cos we're not working out,&lt;br /&gt;you can't keep my brothers, &lt;br /&gt;and you can't fuck my friends,&lt;br /&gt;cos we're not working out, &lt;br /&gt;this time I mean it, nevermind the times I've seen it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115313955155608523?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115313955155608523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115313955155608523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-yeah-yeah_17.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115313945071460474</id><published>2006-07-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:34:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>Life is shit, and its only Monday dude.&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't give a shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk in clockwork slang so ya'll won't understand me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;freaking devotchka, and i hate viddying her looking so smug and such, O my Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;stabbing britvas behind your back and watching the krovvy drip. &lt;br /&gt;slooshying her makes my dammit krovvy drip like the ends of hell so yes, right right right. &lt;br /&gt;oh I hope they savvy what I think they should savvy man.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you'll invest yourself in me, &lt;br /&gt;cos we're not working out, &lt;br /&gt;you can't keep my brothers,&lt;br /&gt;and you can't fuck my friends, &lt;br /&gt;cos we're not working out,&lt;br /&gt;this time I mean it, &lt;br /&gt;nevermind the times I've seen it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big enough for the both of us, MCR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115313945071460474?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115313945071460474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115313945071460474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115293255349352132</id><published>2006-07-15T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:07:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it still the crotch shot?</title><content type='html'>YUP. feeling kind of pissed, because my family members are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;freaking sister got wallet AND her phone stolen TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;yes TWICE(!!), in two months.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. No way am I lending her my phone in case she gets it stolen or something.&lt;br /&gt;Is she a pickpocket magnet or something?!&lt;br /&gt;she probably has some microchip installed in her that zaps pickpockets to her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, on happier thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really bad. It was kinda happy in the morning I guess.&lt;br /&gt;During Geography and stuff, me and safa having gossip sessions and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chinese test in the morning. And I was the first to finish I think,(because I have this shortcut method of doing chinese tests, so that you have sufficient time, not to check, but to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;And I started having this stupid dream:&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, I have already finished my Art Prep Work.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and laoshi comes around the corner, got really mad at me as usual, and rips my work in tiny pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Terrible image, terrible image.&lt;br /&gt;I actually started tearing seeing my imaginary hard work shredded into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I told Aemilia about my dream, then she told me about HER dream she had last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aemilia was sauntering around with two other girls, then Mr. M comes up to the three of them and HE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to do threesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So said teacher starts grabbing his pants and yeah, you know.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, and Aemilia actually demonstrated this)&lt;br /&gt;and then Mr. Ravi or whatver, comes up and looks at Mr. M like he's a crazy nutto fella,&lt;br /&gt;and then Aemilia was so scared that she would get raped, so she wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather traumatised, but apparently Isabelle and Ka Lok found it extremely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, more about Aemilia in Lit lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle was making a fuss about her contours on her chest. (She was lying on her stomach, you see, in the MPR)&lt;br /&gt;And I was rambling about how she sounded geographical and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Then Isabelle was like: "Yeah, I've got two mountains on my chest! HAHAHAHA!"m&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle, you got minor slopes on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;I swear this girl is sick up there.&lt;br /&gt;Then she starts prying the floor board, so bits and pieces of wood came out.&lt;br /&gt;then she blew it under Aemilia, so when Aemilia sat down on it, yeah, we went hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Isabelle, being extremely sarcastic went, &lt;br /&gt;"Aemilia, forgive me for all the sins I have commited."&lt;br /&gt;And the worse part was that she tried to sound sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Aemilia being extremely blur went:&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Fuck Me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it all went downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing like mad dogs. As you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Aemilia repeated her "question"&lt;br /&gt;and we were like: NO! sorry but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then got pissed in the afternoon, because Art was cancelled, had A maths remedial, and movie day was postponed to Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, I kicked my chair and banged around and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115293255349352132?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115293255349352132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115293255349352132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-still-crotch-shot.html' title='Is it still the crotch shot?'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115279131736128431</id><published>2006-07-13T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:48:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yup right right right.</title><content type='html'>uh huh. sandra asked me to blog so here I am, blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was fine, K*** was being a obese, overlarge person as she will always will be. (this is censored because I am afraid that somewhere, somehow, someone is going to read this and sue my ass into the abyss of nothing)&lt;br /&gt;I did fine, surprisingly, and failed to be nervous at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, me being NOT nervous, makes me, well, nervous.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I wasn't, so yeah I'm rambling, let's move along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sandra said to talk about her, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;what shall we say about sandra? well, I appreciate your kindness sandra, for being in team NGYINSHIAN (not Ng Yin Shian, but NGYINSHIAN, how do you say it anyway? its quite impossible to pronounce actually). &lt;br /&gt;I think my self-esteem is damn low now, because I keep picturing myself screwing up the performance at BOB. Seems like the typical thing I would do.&lt;br /&gt;BEH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to oral, they put us in this extremely clean classroom, as if MOCKING us for getting the DIRTIEST CLASS AWARD. (You know, i wonder why it is even an AWARD?! oxymoron, oxymoron). &lt;br /&gt;and they spelt ANNOUNCEMENTS as ANNOUNMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;and I saw it and I was like: HAH! YOU'RE CLEAN BUT STUPID FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;ah, you see I was damn pissed off with their cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Singapore Idol is starting, and I want to see whether the 2 votes I sent in for Paul Twohill was effective.&lt;br /&gt;it better be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115279131736128431?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115279131736128431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115279131736128431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/yup-right-right-right.html' title='yup right right right.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115233617083753300</id><published>2006-07-08T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:23:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JACK IS BACK!</title><content type='html'>Shiver me timbers!&lt;br /&gt;Lidya's right. fuckin guitar strings cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, and absolutely redundant: the new Justin Timberlake song is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/justintimberlake"&gt;Sexyback by Mr. JT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have to worry about, and I'm here typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teddy Geiger song still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid art sketch&lt;br /&gt;-I just might be in debt with the National Library Board&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid Library t-shirt design.&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, and jian bao, but that's the least of my worries&lt;br /&gt;-Did I mention I have to learn electric guitar and that song you can click and play on my blog by 21st July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots, and my Mother refuses to bring me out to make my specs&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't understand that my specs is SCREWED (no pun intended, considering how my glasses doesn't have screws, and is falling to pieces)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115233617083753300?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115233617083753300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115233617083753300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/jack-is-back.html' title='JACK IS BACK!'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115219243649594413</id><published>2006-07-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:15:09.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't mess with the bull young man, you get the horns.</title><content type='html'>dude, its all downhill from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, &lt;br /&gt;- A maths test didn't go very well, sadly, yes, and I did say that if I failed I would drop A maths. So here's to failure!&lt;br /&gt;- E maths, was shit, savvy?&lt;br /&gt;- Lao Shi hates my guts and wants to spill them all over the OHB so yah.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to learn a Teddy Geiger song, not good.&lt;br /&gt;- Diana scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;- My paedophile BLACK color pencil and my gay RED color pencil is not sharp.&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Ng, my relief bio teacher, not my father, has sissy pants.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to wait till Saturday for new specs, so I am still wearing the pair that the lens will drop out anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up hearties! Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115219243649594413?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115219243649594413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115219243649594413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-mess-with-bull-young-man-you-get.html' title='don&apos;t mess with the bull young man, you get the horns.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115201598921854515</id><published>2006-07-04T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:26:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo.</title><content type='html'>wednesdays are LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ends at 6.15pm. &lt;br /&gt;So this starts the Art Nightmare. Didn't think it would begin that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Goh's gonna kill me because I haven't exactly figured out what to do and got my dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;so, safest thing is do FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;FASHIONISTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass run was okay I guess,&lt;br /&gt;its funny running with Ah Mun and Sherilyn. The tomato gal galx.&lt;br /&gt;okay I can't do the x thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio lab was fun, now I am officialy titled : The microscope expert.&lt;br /&gt;right, because I got the blood smear right. I knew I had the CSI gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E maths test was okay, and sandra's is nuts being terrified of it.&lt;br /&gt;like WHAT THE HELL! what's so scary. I looked at the paper and basically wanted to shred it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem lab was surprisingly okay! Miss azilah was angry with Miss Magata.&lt;br /&gt;But being the inexperienced puny teacher Magata is, I think she is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;It would still be interesting to watch them catfight over lessons though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aemilia went crazy with boobies.&lt;br /&gt;PAPAYA PAPAYA, WATERMELON! -SHAKES BOOBIES&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is she gropes the pillow like she's groping a boob.&lt;br /&gt;A diseased boob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with saraniah, durgah and gowri.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to go home early, &lt;br /&gt;and I basically time away doing what I wanted, which is eat, watch tv, sleep, draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4's tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;hope I break a leg. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115201598921854515?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115201598921854515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115201598921854515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo.html' title='woohoo.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115132461236527130</id><published>2006-06-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:23:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye be warned.</title><content type='html'>I was in a blogging mood just a while ago, &lt;br /&gt;and then poof! it vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first day of school was kind of off.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't doing anything, wasn't listening to anything, &lt;br /&gt;and basically, couldn't be bothered with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera had to drop the bomb and tell me share-a-fucking-thought is on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Seow has absolutely no concept of the lining-up of things.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to G1, then G2&lt;br /&gt;but he happily decided to skip right to G3.&lt;br /&gt;I swear he is the epitome of stupidity, but I have no place to say that.&lt;br /&gt;I knew eventually I would have to perform my aesthetic duties, &lt;br /&gt;but I didn't think it would be that soon, &lt;br /&gt;I threw the share-a-thought thing to Vera and Gowri,&lt;br /&gt;and decided to have no share for the loot, savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm left with the seating arrangement and a new duty roster, since everybody agrees its too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New social studies teacher pretty much sums up the day.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I kinda like her, but you can never really tell, &lt;br /&gt;because, believe it or not, I kinda liked laoshi the first few days I met her.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that she stepped all over on my hopes for chinese with her rotting old-fashioned excuse of her shoes. Although, I never really noticed her shoes, just assuming how she is a nasty old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and happy birthday to Isabelle Wong Ching Yeng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115132461236527130?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115132461236527130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115132461236527130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/06/ye-be-warned.html' title='Ye be warned.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115104816614776908</id><published>2006-06-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:36:06.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these words like loaded pistols.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currently feeling: like shit&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening: Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally cracked and awakened to bloody dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Not pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty about not doing anything this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115104816614776908?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115104816614776908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115104816614776908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-words-like-loaded-pistols.html' title='these words like loaded pistols.'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418659.post-115085650810119754</id><published>2006-06-21T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:05:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a fucking god</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: Hey Jude- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: American Gods- Neil Gaiman&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm royally fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;So much for lazing off in bed, flicking off days in the calender like flicking peanuts at an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;Left with a pile of work stacked too high with too little days to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking forward to going back to school though,&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a theory actually&lt;br /&gt;If you dump me at home with the telly and the bed,&lt;br /&gt;nothing, believe me, nothing productive would be sent to your doorstep&lt;br /&gt;no-fucking-way&lt;br /&gt;Because I have just found out the pleasures of life lazing away, &lt;br /&gt;which is in fact, being on the computer, watching the telly, lazing on bed, without lifting a finger and activating a brain cell.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even be bothered with biology, and THAT's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thoughts keep popping up like:&lt;br /&gt;I could be doing my discursive essay, or I could watch Johnny Depp basking in his hotness.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, easy choice isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell am I supposed to do with a shit topic like FUSION for art?!&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418659-115085650810119754?l=charshaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115085650810119754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418659/posts/default/115085650810119754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charshaobao.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-fucking-god.html' title='i am a fucking god'/><author><name>EHEH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
