<?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-5754049</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:20:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duno, Dun Care</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Name ~ Eunice&lt;br&gt;
Nick ~ Spoilt Brat&lt;Br&gt;
WRONG ~ U-nice&lt;br&gt;
Gender ~ Girl &lt;br&gt;
Birth ~ 1991&lt;Br&gt;
Sch ~ QUEST&lt;br&gt;
(Queens Town Sec)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
*bla bla bla* Btw, My spellin suxs&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gpetz.com/animations/animation400.gif"&gt; Isnt that cute?&lt;p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754049.post-108480223846638506</id><published>2004-05-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T21:57:18.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:HighAvoidant:ModerateDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --Uh oh, dad's calling, i'll type my comments next time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108480223846638506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108480223846638506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480223846638506' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108469258954243469</id><published>2004-05-16T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:29:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gona die i'm gona dieits sooo bloody hothot hot hot hot hot hotomg soooooo hotI'll die like a fried baconI think i might move to the north pole...only then it might be too bloody coldyeah.Just finished reading a cool book for the second timeDROWS RULE!and to inform those who have no stinking idea what a drow is...Drow (Dark Elf)Species : ElfType : FictonHabitat : Underdark (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108469258954243469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108469258954243469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108469258954243469' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108454470585466846</id><published>2004-05-14T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:25:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OooooO! Bloggie got a new lookie! I wonder how this post might come out.But that isnt exactly the reason why I am (finally) updating my blogI thought that creating a vile disgusting blob of horror might be worth mentioningSo anyway, here's the when-why-who-what-how.Plazza Singapura to watch Troy (my god that movie rocks, 5 stars I give it! No! 6!), killing some time at Bugerking in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108454470585466846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108454470585466846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454470585466846' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108454447437399116</id><published>2004-05-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T22:21:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OooooO! Bloggie got a new lookie! I wonder how this post might come out.But that isnt exactly the reason why I am (finally) updating my blogI thought that creating a vile disgusting blob of horror might be worth mentioningSo anyway, here's the when-why-who-what-how.Plazza Singapura to watch Troy (my god that movie rocks, 5 stars I give it! No! 6!), killing some time at Bugerking in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108454447437399116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108454447437399116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108454447437399116' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108280324628983198</id><published>2004-04-24T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T18:44:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel as if this is Embarass Eunice weekAs if yesterday's speech day folly wasnt bad enoughToday, I wasn't late, but i missed the whole thingI thought Su-Anne said that the sup.class was 10.30amGuess what? It was 9.30am... 10.30am is perfect timing for them to go. Nargh!Kun Xiu, Jie Shend, Chor Hao (sitting right behind me) were all thereLaughing, pointing, laughing, pointing... I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108280324628983198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108280324628983198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108280324628983198' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108276553469468288</id><published>2004-04-24T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T08:15:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was speech day and my damned god was I embarassedI was so freaking late, missed the national anthem &amp; crapThen there were Ncc guys lined up on the road way making polite gesturesI think they thought my dad was a VIP or shitWho the hell else would come so late in a BMW!?Ugh, huge embrassment, stupid principal was there in his pink blouse too X_XThank goodness i didn't have to run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108276553469468288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108276553469468288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108276553469468288' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108262325376638934</id><published>2004-04-22T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:05:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm 13, I'm 13, whoo hooHee hee, so this entry is 2 days late but hell care &gt;:PI had a pool party for this yearand this time Zi Yun didn't scream as much!Well actually it wasnt a pool partyIt just happened that the day my friends came overfor a swim was also the day of my birthdayChocolate cake rules man~Did i mention my dad bought a pool table?I don't mean a table for the swimming pool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108262325376638934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108262325376638934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108262325376638934' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108227907034547771</id><published>2004-04-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T17:13:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, its about time you got a handphone Julia :PI'm getting this palm-computer thingy to draw onYes I know i have a tablet PC but i cant fit that into my pocket!I'm happy with my simple hp that is small and has no extra featuresHandphones are used for calling, people!We have camera for taking pictures =PGameboys, PS2, etc. for games! lolAnyway, i had a way swinging lunch today!Yummy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108227907034547771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108227907034547771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227907034547771' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108209430294797836</id><published>2004-04-16T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:47:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoo yeah, I'm not 3rd last anymore!I was about 5th/6th last this time for PE run! I tied with Hao Yong too!i might have won him if retarded Tommy didn't try and block my way!And I beat Therdore with miles to spare, hee heeAfter : Girls were to try passing soccer instead of head-butting the ballDue to the plain fact we didnt want mud on our headBut, i didn't want mud on my shoes either and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108209430294797836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108209430294797836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209430294797836' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108201665767034090</id><published>2004-04-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:13:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the best seaaat ever!Our school is really windy, and I get the winds full-force!To top it off, I get the fan's wind behind me too!And I'm no longer in the middle-noticeThe people round me are much cooler then last time's groupIts great! Where I sat last time, there were no million-chattersNow I hear tons of stuff! Whoo! I rock!Though its cool, that wasn't really what I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108201665767034090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108201665767034090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201665767034090' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108193628251850286</id><published>2004-04-14T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:54:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I faked I was 'sick' today and couldn't go swimming, i thought the swimming test was this week. I thought i could skip, but guess what? the bloody test is next week. Ugh, I cant fake being 'sick' again coz one week will have passed.Ziyun and I talked for up to 2 hours about crushes and guys!I found out that....Kun Xiu + Anthony ♥s Florence (100%|90%)Wen Xiang Used to ♥ Su-Ann (Rumour, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108193628251850286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108193628251850286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193628251850286' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108186437211539123</id><published>2004-04-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:57:31.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry Julia. I really am.Maybe you shouldn't have listened to me about Darence.I was being the imature jokey me, the spoilt brat me.Maybe you should have taken it slow, after all, it is a first.I tried calling you to talk about it, but I couldn't get through.So I'm just posting this small bit here.I won't post much, in fact, this is the endIt doesnt seem right posting something like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108186437211539123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108186437211539123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186437211539123' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108184890889801617</id><published>2004-04-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:59:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to the science lab today and Russell was pukingly funny.We were doing this project thingy that included filtration of sugar solution &amp; barely grains. Russell went to the un-guarded experiments right beside ours picked up the beaker (the thing used for tons of funny liquids) with the sugar solution (sugar + water) and went to me and my friends "Ae, can drink or not?"I dared him in a joke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108184890889801617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108184890889801617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108184890889801617' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108159272020907483</id><published>2004-04-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:39:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realised that i DO have crushes, 2 infact.... or is it 3?One on this guy in my Math Tution, Calvin, the guy's totally suai.Today he came without glasses and for a moment I was debating if the guy was Calvin or notLooks so different!I think he might have looked cuter with glasses.I thought i got over him but bleh I still think he's sooooo SUAI!Oh wait. Maybe thats all. Maybe I only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108159272020907483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108159272020907483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159272020907483' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108140784364850277</id><published>2004-04-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:22:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Full Sized PicWHOO YEAH! Its sports day and Strathmore (my house, yellow house) woooooon! 5 years in a row! Go strathmore, go Strathmore, Go Go Go Strathmore!!!! =^_^=And i drew a cheerleader coz I'm one, and thats basically me expect we wore blue skirts.. but dont want Dundee colors in there ^^ hee hee, we won first prize for cheerleading team too!!!! This dude did a Willam Hunk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108140784364850277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108140784364850277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140784364850277' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108134060647253697</id><published>2004-04-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:26:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If i feel nice and writive and typish,  i might tell you guys about my cheerleading. (I wrote 3/4 of stuff about it on my writen-blog which i wrote in out of bordem.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108134060647253697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108134060647253697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134060647253697' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108116758438186329</id><published>2004-04-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:50:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julia... You.. Tricked... Me...Stupid... Fake... Crush... Calculator....ARGHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm soooo BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPing Annoyed!!!! I Can't believe i got Beeping tricked by Granny! Argh argh argh! *mutters* Can't believe i actually used the fake crush... now you have two names of my crushes.*Pauses* Wait. No.... you don't... You don't have my crushes name... BWAHUAHAUHAUHAUHAUHAUA! Those are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108116758438186329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108116758438186329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108116758438186329' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-108099770958487198</id><published>2004-04-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:11:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got stuck in the toilet.I'm only telling you this since julia chased me to update my blog.Be warned. This is going to be a short and bleak matter-of-pact bloggie since I'm too lazy.The stupid girl's toilet was locked (for some retarded reason) so I went, with 3 other girls in my class, to the female staff toilet (unlocked and right next to the girls toilet). I seriously did not feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108099770958487198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/108099770958487198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108099770958487198' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107916292288239118</id><published>2004-03-13T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:31:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theredore looked at me as if I were an ailen when i told him that I was in chinese dance (he asked me coz he heard Florence and I talking about it during our cheerleading house prac.).... I mean like comon! Sure I bully Florence alot, sure I don't exactly seem timid or graceful in class. But like... yoooo! I've joined ballet for 4 years too!Speaking of cheerleading, its my doom. Back in good ol'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107916292288239118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107916292288239118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107916292288239118' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107916213710861379</id><published>2004-03-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:24:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, my chinese pulls my score down. The top girl got only 2 more marks then me. But putting aside my position in class... I suck. I wanted at least 80 marks if i couldn't get 85 for band 1. I don't go by A1, A2, B3 etc. A1 is too lienent, i think Band 1's a better goal. But can you believe the stupid principal or MOE or whoever expected me to get at LEAST B3 (60 marks or so) for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107916213710861379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107916213710861379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107916213710861379' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107802475985692610</id><published>2004-02-29T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T11:21:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whooo! Yeah-heah! Today, we are going to get to see Lizard's crush and I'll so be checking if Lizard's claim that the upper sec guys of swiss cottage are freaking shuai! ^_^ Ha ha! Anyway, today at Lorna, Boon Hawk declared himself Dr. Lau and our new teacher... Dream on!!!!!! Other than that, its the usual giggles and stuff besides this perverted question in our booklet.'How could the nurse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107802475985692610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107802475985692610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802475985692610' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107793054339463588</id><published>2004-02-28T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T09:11:07.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided that I do-NOT want a boyfriend, ever. At least, not in my secondary school life. I mean, its just totaly complicated. I'd just like to have guy-friends, not boyfriends.... I'll.. urm.. get to talking to the guys... urm.. soon enough..... maybe on monday.. or next week... someday i might.. O_o"Oh yeah, I got attacked by airplanes on Thursday. Zi yun took out her paper airplane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107793054339463588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107793054339463588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793054339463588' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107760534942530144</id><published>2004-02-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:46:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it might have been chester... or maybe a Russell + Chester odour combo.I'm talking about my previous post about the funny-smell. Coz today, I was pretty near Russell again and I didnt get the stinky smell. Strange. But then again, Chester came near me when he was passing to ask if we had to do so-and-so in lit, no funny smell. So I think its either of these possibilties : (1) Chester + </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107760534942530144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107760534942530144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760534942530144' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107717375682806173</id><published>2004-02-19T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:07:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading DDee's Piggy Blogger, I was inspired to update my own. Yes I've gotten lazy. As for the tablet PC thingy you mentioned, my dad just bought me a whole new lap-top ^.~ coz i wanted a touch-screen tablet. The shitty part is the internet will only load my dad's turfclub website and not all the other websites i tried - argh! Oh yes Julia, I cant believe how FAST your moving man. Kiss!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107717375682806173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107717375682806173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717375682806173' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107671404383962700</id><published>2004-02-14T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T07:20:09.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew... Sorry I didn't type an entry yesterday, but - I was POOPED!I had PE in the morning, we did 2 rounds on the outside field.. 1 round in our school... Oh and Wang Zhi got kanaed into being the leader for every PE warm up... then we went to the fitness corner. First up was incline pull-ups. Tommy was sitting on the same row as me (ofcourse with a gap between guy and girl row) and he was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107671404383962700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107671404383962700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107671404383962700' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107649448187470145</id><published>2004-02-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:16:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhuasted. Tired. Sleepy. Limbs are limp. Whewww.... Just came back from swimming programme. Whole of secondary 1 girls ain't much i just noticed. I made a new friend, a girl from 1E - Leea i think her name was. I also bought ice-cream.. Yummy. Took a quick blast of the outside shower - it was cold and fun! So was the whole 3 hours! Anyway, on to transfer words from my written-sch-blog to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107649448187470145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107649448187470145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649448187470145' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107641926142454780</id><published>2004-02-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:22:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Russell was signing super-dupo-sumos today.. so gayI just realised that Wang Zhi (china guy) is seriously tall. He didn't have to stretch his arm or crap to write some stuff at the top of the black board. Though the board looks kinda short from where I sit - and proberly from where you si tyou own white/black board looks short too. But can you reach the very top without extending your arm to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107641926142454780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107641926142454780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641926142454780' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107639657289888510</id><published>2004-02-10T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:04:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Thought : I find that when I'm asked what I want for a present - be it my birthday or be it christmas, i usually cant think of any wishes I have that is affordable or actual reality. Thus, I'm going to dump a wish-list section for me to dump whatever comes to mind now and then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107639657289888510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107639657289888510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107639657289888510' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107622035697430044</id><published>2004-02-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:07:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoooo! Just read DDee's blog! Funny stuff man. Check it out [link]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107622035697430044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107622035697430044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622035697430044' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107611343710386510</id><published>2004-02-07T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T05:43:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*YAAAAAAWN* Sleep is goooooood!I was totally exhuasted from the cross country yesterday. The stupid rain only came down when the whole event was over. Even though I brisk walked most of it and only ran when it was down slopes. But helloooo the up-slopes are killers man! I walked/ran with Florence, but then i went at my own pace. Before I knew it, I lost Florence XD Though she did catch up to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107611343710386510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107611343710386510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611343710386510' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107580087351487413</id><published>2004-02-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T17:36:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queens Town sucks. Secondary schoo life suxs. I wish I could control time, I wish I could control fate - then again, doesnt everybody? Though if i got this wish, I'd ban time from ever advancing furthur then my primary life. If i could control fate, I'd place myself in the stream that got into Cresent, or Julia's school. Those two are the only friend-decent school there seem to be. Lizard's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107580087351487413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107580087351487413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107580087351487413' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107571603348371389</id><published>2004-02-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:02:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hee! Went to Vanessa's house yesterday before we rushed off for this concert at her chruch. Oh yes, i think me and Julia get to see Da Daa and Sa Saa breakdance. The light-effects for this little drama was soo good, the whole concert was WAAAAAAAY WAAAAAAAY better then the concerts in schools. It looks pretty professional, well not very but yeah. We all got these glow sticks, i cracked mine one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107571603348371389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107571603348371389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107571603348371389' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107560684621059815</id><published>2004-02-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T11:42:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have my own fan club! Well not exactly, more like 1 admirder or at least on awe, lol. This is what she has on her Msn name (she just added me - my Quest friend) "WOW! Eunice house is so BIG! summore three storey high and has a swimming pool...So gd..." lol. Wee!And another thing I just found out today, it was in Lorna Whiston class. I just realised that the guy called Egg Yong is one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107560684621059815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107560684621059815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107560684621059815' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107555345183059172</id><published>2004-01-31T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T20:52:28.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished dinner - not with Julia/Liz/Vanessa.Everything was called off on account that the organizer of the event (aka liz) can't come because of her debating - again. Julia and I asked if Vanessa wanted to go out today anyway - she said no. She also said that Orchad would be crowded and the roads would be blocked off and some crap because of a chinese new year dance or something. I so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107555345183059172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107555345183059172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107555345183059172' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107550545078423588</id><published>2004-01-31T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T07:37:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was pretty fun, i went swimming!!!!!!!!!!!!! That proberly sounds like shit to you people who are reading this because I have a pool right behind my house and can jump in whenever i want. But this is the first time in about 1 year that I've gone swimming again. I never felt like it until yesterday when my Quest friends came over to my house. Gosh, they kept screaming and going 'Eeeee!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107550545078423588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107550545078423588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550545078423588' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107541343076902992</id><published>2004-01-30T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T05:58:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's PE. Hope I do High Jumps - my class group is coming over to my house to do our project today (all girls ofcourse). Julia just told me about the dinner-hang out she mentioned on her blog. She also told me that Vanessa went out to LUNCH with CHEESY! And found him CUTE! He looks totally spineless man! (Cowardly) Derick from science class is just so adddorably innocent kiddy cute - the fact </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107541343076902992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107541343076902992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541343076902992' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107527167507822396</id><published>2004-01-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:36:08.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've figured an answer for my eng. teach's statement of 'Did you notice that girls always go to the toilets in pairs and guys alone?' My reason would be 'Guys go to the toilet for the toilet. But girls go to the toilet to escape class and chat.' his reason was girls go in pairs for saftey -_-" and guys go alone to act tough. lol. Speaking of act tough, this reminds me that Mr.Sufi's way of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107527167507822396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107527167507822396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527167507822396' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107518445220933789</id><published>2004-01-27T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T14:22:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh, my right tigh is still sore from yesterday's torture camp. I've changed my option about PE slightly : I like PE on Fridays - which is when we arent running around like crazed manics. Well now, i thought today had art so I went to be an idiot and brought my art stuff - which was totally not needed. Got bored in class so i colored the rest of my blanko tape black to hide the puking coloration</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107518445220933789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107518445220933789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518445220933789' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107509810983126249</id><published>2004-01-26T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T14:23:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's way cool being a boss's daughter. I was like only kid welcomed into the bizzlard room of a club the company went to, instead of being informed that childern were not allowed. Way cool. Hee hee. I should have won $4 from Lele, but he then suddenly decided to doubble-win in black jack, and I was left with $1.50 -_-" Btw, yesterday was when the company went for our annual restraruant lunch. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107509810983126249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107509810983126249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509810983126249' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107500064181701892</id><published>2004-01-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T11:19:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wheeeee! Just came back from my class - tried to convince my teacher to give us red packets and failed. Bawl! Heard the gong-gong-qiang of the dance. The class was stinking funny as always. I think Boon-hawk (hell the spelling), this guy sitting opposite me, has a crush on Genevieve. Genevieve herself thinks so too. Hee hee... Then I said "Actually.. I have a crush for all my lorna whiston, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107500064181701892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107500064181701892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500064181701892' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107484230744909887</id><published>2004-01-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:22:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Omg. Samuel didn't say anything too irratating to me! *gasps and faints* Out of blog-bordem, i'm just gona post the chatSamuel: yoGal: what? (was playing full screen game)Samuel: wad were u playin gunbound or sumthin Gal: noGal: i was playing a game u'd prob find lameSamuel : wad Samuel : priston tale?Gal: noSamuel : diablo?Gal: yes*Braces self for an insult*Samuel: ohSamuel: im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107484230744909887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107484230744909887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484230744909887' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107481913011072037</id><published>2004-01-23T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T15:13:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the day before Chinese new years eve. Sherry, my cousin, and I tried out the dance-dance-dance game at Suntek's huge arcade. Just about nobody was around to watch so we went on. I've never done it before though i always really wanted to try it out, now's my chance - I'm not letting it get away, no way no how. Sherry pretty much beat me up real bad at that game XD She won 4/5 rounds *bawl* We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107481913011072037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107481913011072037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481913011072037' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107467887925009075</id><published>2004-01-21T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:56:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was half-day at my school, my dad fetched me there in the fararri (whoo!). I thought we only had contact time so I didnt bring anything, then i found out we had first 2 periods (art). Started to doodle pictures of me being doomed, which became me celebrating after I found out that my Art teacher is absent. Then it became me being totally bored since it was my boring ACE teacher who relieved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107467887925009075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107467887925009075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467887925009075' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107458458368788830</id><published>2004-01-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T15:51:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read Lizard's blog about her stupid senior. Lizard, yell to her that RGSS is NOT affliated with RGPS or you could act bitchy and say "Yes.. what a good question. Why didn't i get in with affliation?" then pause a moment to switch to a 'DUH-UH' look and say "Oh wait, maybe its because THERE ISNT ANY."Yep you moronic people out there. RGPS IS NOT AFFLIATED WITH RGSS YOU STUPID DIMWITS!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107458458368788830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107458458368788830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458458368788830' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107458080235380205</id><published>2004-01-20T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:44:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Julia and I yaked a little about Kevin saying he was gay. Then I went "What if Samuel and Danny were also gay?" and Julia exaggerated the situation further by saying "And had feelings for each other?" Lmao! Ultimate weird creepiness, just like Darren popping out of no where in the same movie as we were watching on Vanessa's b-day.And for my class today, one of the Chesters, Chester </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107458080235380205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107458080235380205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458080235380205' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107449505192971520</id><published>2004-01-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T14:59:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bother. I left my pouch at Vanessa's house. And Julia still has my pandan cake. I'm way too lazy to write about V's b-day so hell care.I love PE. We did high-jumps today (more like low jumps but whatever) Us girls, when we were jumping without the pole, just walked up turned round and sat on the materess, lol. With the pole. which was only 1 inch above the mattress, we jumped. We did the flop (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107449505192971520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107449505192971520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449505192971520' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107446551452082390</id><published>2004-01-19T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T06:39:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vanessa's B-day yesterday. Julia, Lizard, Yen, Si-hui, Nattalie (cousin) and ??? (p5 cousin) came. Oh my god my limbs are so tired and exhuasted and my brain asleep that I cant even write a blog entry. And to think, I've gotta run 1.2km right after the first period. Damnnit i hate pe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107446551452082390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107446551452082390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446551452082390' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107434442369299438</id><published>2004-01-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T21:04:02.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a really good look at Calvin today. He wears glasses, but omfg he is soooo hottie-cute. He actually bothers to get cool glasses that look like light-blue-shade sun glasses. He is so totally different from stero-typed (his hair style and everything, only that the 1st time I saw him, he has a steryo typed hair style). Geeze... Sooooooo cool. Julia and I got Vanessa's B-day present today with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107434442369299438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107434442369299438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107434442369299438' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107424942499228620</id><published>2004-01-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:38:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Danny and Samuel were absoloutely no help in brain-storming an un-lame bday party - as i suspected. Un-lame in a guy's option. Josh my cousin is sleeping like a pig. Pig, cedric, my cousin, is too immature. I know I know your prob thinkiing 'You b-day is 3 months later! What's the hurry!?' Well for your info, our CA is in April. And the holidays are in March and Feb. I need a b-day party thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107424942499228620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107424942499228620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107424942499228620' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107423424290923299</id><published>2004-01-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T15:19:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've gained a sorta fan-club for my art talent, lol. The same two guys - skinny (posion ball winner) and plump (who's name i think is) Therdore went ga-ga over my black-board doodlings. Therdore even went to ask me to draw things for him, and he took my book and attempted to copy my drawings - again XD Skinny (i seriously gotta find out my classmate names) drew this 'dragon' that looks like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107423424290923299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107423424290923299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423424290923299' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107414982379803323</id><published>2004-01-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:17:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La de da. Idiot geo-teacher who is now my arch-nemesis teacher confiscated my drawing book just cause I was drawing while she was talking shit. Not like I didn't mark my work now did I? Confiscating my book only forces me to start playing with my pen and for some reason, playing with a pen isn't worth attention of confiscating as a book is.The stick-guy (poison ball champion) and this plump </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107414982379803323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107414982379803323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414982379803323' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107408194093537804</id><published>2004-01-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:08:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yes I forgot to add an embarassing little fact for today. The side of my skirt has a small slit, like your jeans zip + button. My skirt's zip cuts down to below butt-level (sounds so stupid huh? butt-level.) and my zip was eh... undone X_X And you know, when you sit, the striaght slit tends to open... I think my zip was undone since I arrived at school and I only noticed it 20 min later.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107408194093537804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107408194093537804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107408194093537804' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107406343177272946</id><published>2004-01-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:58:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lettessee... Today we had art. My artistic talent had been reconized by Mr.Sufi, Mdm Zhang, basically all the girls in my class, some guy who I think is Nicolahs (or the other guy who looks like him), Kuen Siew and newly today is my Art Teacher and Russell. Muahua. Bow down to me peasants of the Art Kingdom!!!!! *cough* anyway. Kuen Siew was basically being a busy body and looking at everyone's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107406343177272946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107406343177272946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406343177272946' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107398343307699826</id><published>2004-01-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T06:46:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had health-screening and photo-taking today. My god. Health-screening took forever!!!!!! Geeze. Nothing much to say about health screening expect that one guy dared us to sit beside this other guy for $1. (we dont sit randomly on the floor, in the air-conditioned room, we sit in chairs) Then I complained that $1 was being a cheap-sake and got him to raise it to $10 - expect that now he raised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107398343307699826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107398343307699826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398343307699826' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107390269992322289</id><published>2004-01-12T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:24:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing particularly interesting today. Evandene requested me to draw so-and-so, a couple of girls in the front row passed their hand book left/right gathering our phone numbers, we didnt share the chips at recess after all - or maybe some of them did or something, got chocolate bars from our Chinese teacher (i gave mine to Su-anne, didn't feel like eating. Russell gave himself 5, and then some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107390269992322289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107390269992322289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107390269992322289' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107389346138709080</id><published>2004-01-12T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:45:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I corrected my spelling mistakes in the camp-post of both normal words and Russell's name. found out his name had an extra 'L' when it was written on the black board for talking in class - by Kuen Siew, our monitor who yaked just as much. Forgot to add in that Kuen Siew says "So Hot Ah" about 20-30 times a day at camp and maybe 5-15 times every school day. Geeze. As for my crush on Russell, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107389346138709080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107389346138709080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107389346138709080' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107373394092948691</id><published>2004-01-10T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T19:26:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgot to add something 2 days ago when we had this stupid uniform group briefing after school at Two. i skipped it. Heh. And I'm trouble-free, bwahuahauhaua. I rock! Oh yeah oh Yeah! Actually, I didnt forget, I just couldnt write it since my tution teacher was reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107373394092948691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107373394092948691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107373394092948691' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107373340274265169</id><published>2004-01-10T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T15:36:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeeee! Hiya people!~ I'm back from camp (and a long refreshing shower =P)! It was Fun fun Fun! Waaaaaay better then Pri 5 Camp even though the sleeping and bathing conditions are worse. For 'wash up' time it is 3min, and the instructors (basically our seniors, sec 3 or so) will bang on the doors - literally. They start banging before you can even on the shower, and the last few girls have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107373340274265169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107373340274265169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107373340274265169' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107354800298105043</id><published>2004-01-08T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T15:47:56.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day BLAH at school, yes I can't recall how many days have passed on first thought and I'm too lazy to think. And anyway that is besides the point. Today, my class broke free from the quiet goody-goody behaviour, joy to the world! Well ok fine so mostly the guys were the ones, the girls werent that noisy.Ok anyway, today for the period before recess isnt MT but music. So obviously I didnt know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107354800298105043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107354800298105043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354800298105043' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107346798828788206</id><published>2004-01-07T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:39:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot to jot down something about the guys. God I wish guys and girls are good friends naturally, I mean like, at least 80% of the girls still have the invisible divider between guys and girls - including me. I still 'save face' and shy away from my guy classmates. It stinks coz the guys are the ones who have the wild fun and stuff. I wana go back to raffles D class where I also ruled. D class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107346798828788206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107346798828788206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107346798828788206' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107346259336080848</id><published>2004-01-07T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:37:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, here's a little note. My chinese and form teacher name isn't Ms Chiang, but Ms Zhang who rates a 4, but not for being funny - just for not being a sleeping-spell XD Then on to a little general info about my sitting arrangements. I'm proberly repeating myself but hell care. My class is in examination sitting arrangment, or close to it anyway, not such a big gap between tables. I'm dumped right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107346259336080848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107346259336080848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107346259336080848' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107338595399373058</id><published>2004-01-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T17:38:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entering my class with a reaaally heavy bag, I noticed that everyone was all quiet. (Think raffles 6D 2003 in the morning when a teacher is in class, expect, instead of quiet taking, think of absolute silence). I looked around, no teacher. I was really cautious when I walked to my sit. Though to my total shock, Su-Anne told me that there was no teacher. OMFG! There's an actual class, a REAL-life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107338595399373058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107338595399373058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107338595399373058' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107329789007883284</id><published>2004-01-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:19:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OoF! My goodness, the first term barely started and I feel so drained. Maybe its cause I'm somewhat sick too but moving on...Went to school today, I hate wearing the tie. Principal (man i really gotta take note of his name) "The tie will make you look smart" and yes I've already started being rude.. quietly. My reply, "not to mention choke" and seriously, my thought is 'GAK!'The guys in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107329789007883284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107329789007883284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329789007883284' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107304577394780844</id><published>2004-01-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:17:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday : Went to watch Mona Lisa Smile with my cousins due to the fact that School Of Rock was sold out. Sherry and I qeued for the stupid tickets, Josh + Dric went to terrorize the toilet with their stench. Then later, they had to get the goodies while we went to the theater... We had seperate sitting, and originally, us girls had the worse part of the deal. But who cares, we went to steal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107304577394780844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107304577394780844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304577394780844' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107302999595821697</id><published>2004-01-02T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T15:54:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Below this post, is a post about my first day of school which I am not going to plublish until I get to yak about it with my friends on Sunday. I dont want all my juciy chat-crunchies to go stale due to the fact that everyone read them on my blog X.xAnyway, they are painting the stairs now, and the paint smell is murdere. I have to make use of a... uh... old short cut.... to go from the study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107302999595821697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107302999595821697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302999595821697' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107302977676685246</id><published>2004-01-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:18:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, my first full school day. I was wandering about completely lost and scared of this big fat school and got lost. There was no 'main stream of people' to follow Then after a while i realised that we had to go out to the parade sqaure after this prefect came to tell us to. Everyone was like holding back, i was kinda nervous about me being the only secondary 1 actually stepping foot into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107302977676685246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107302977676685246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302977676685246' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107293975590587848</id><published>2004-01-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T14:50:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!!!!!! I have to wear a tie!!! *dies* I thought i didnt but my dad just showed me my MAROON tie... X_x*picks up the horror*Oooo! *notices* it has a zip thingy!!! *starts playing with the tie*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107293975590587848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107293975590587848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107293975590587848' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107284513631016406</id><published>2003-12-31T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:33:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoo hoo! ussta computer zhah usst 'sohna!!!!!!!!{Translation : My Computer is mine again!}Muahuahauhauahua! Oh yes, and my sheduel today is... rush off for lunch at Uncle Sam's (restaruant that my dad, or was it my uncle? owns), then zip off to Yen's house ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107284513631016406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107284513631016406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284513631016406' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-10727781631250836</id><published>2003-12-30T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:57:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read Julia's Blog.. Sooo....~The Guy~ so totally looks like the other guy in our science class except for the placing of the features and... actually im repeating my self. But anyway ~the guy~ stills fall under the average Singaporean-Guy catagory. So hah =P Your blinded by love so you think he's the best and all that :P As for Ronald, he's now offically ex-crush. Plus I cant take a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/10727781631250836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/10727781631250836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10727781631250836' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107277587418645889</id><published>2003-12-30T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:18:59.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot about my science class yesterday. O_o Thankfully my chauffer reminded me XD And guess what? I got to the tution center with time to spare =P Anyway. I cant be bothered to write a detailed blog entry about yesterday.On to things that happened today. I'm currently in my Dad's office using his comp. He has a whole toilet to himself, and can you believe it? There's even a shower inside it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107277587418645889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107277587418645889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107277587418645889' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107260722476977200</id><published>2003-12-28T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:28:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Pointless Thoughts...Moms are... Unpleasant. Older sis/bros are bitchy. Younger sibblings are pests. Dads are nice.My family, I have escaped to Bitchy and Pests. I never got to taste the unpleasant. My dad's totally nice. Though I might have only one Dad whos at work alot, I think I'm good from the stories I heard of other People's Moms and Dads. When dad and I are angry, its only over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260722476977200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260722476977200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260722476977200' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107260660994028765</id><published>2003-12-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:30:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Julia's Class yesterday, its my class too now but la de da. I so totally didnt reconize Jornathan since he was wearing something with a little more taste this time round, or i just forgot what he looked like. Anyway, I kinda aced the class, but with less 'ace' then the free-trail. I hate prime numbers and cube. Shery called me like 3 times when I was in class, the vibration on my stomach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260660994028765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260660994028765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260660994028765' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107260488216691106</id><published>2003-12-28T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T17:49:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The smell of the paint STINKS!! So does the new color. So crap. Couldn't get into my dad's room (where i store my snacks, play station, nitendoes &amp; stuff AND the TV with SCV!!) coz the center room (it's basically a room i need ot walk through to get to my dad's room) floor is totally painted, i couldnt divise a plan to get through either. I had to drag, well not had to... but hello! It's night, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260488216691106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107260488216691106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107260488216691106' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107249857807025241</id><published>2003-12-27T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T12:17:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH yes, i think getting my house party renovated should be something worth mentioning in the blog. So anyway. I'm getting my house renovated, the paint and the stuff. My room, etc. I gotta leave my study room (computer) sometime later, no biggie, it'll be TV time. Lol. The guy who came to renovate even notices that I'm a computer manic by now. =PGreat news too, though the stupid retouch tool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107249857807025241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107249857807025241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249857807025241' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107248184578551418</id><published>2003-12-27T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T07:38:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid lizard reminded me to be nervous about going to a new school yesterday. Little pest *says this in a snobby way* doesnt she know I push away nervousness and stress until the very last second?*Suddenly screams and runs around blabbering that she's so freaking nervous* AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! I DONT WANA CAMP IN SCHOOL! I DONT WANA SIT BESIDE A BOY! I DONT WANA DO A INTRODUCTION-SPEECH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107248184578551418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107248184578551418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107248184578551418' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107243557277561653</id><published>2003-12-26T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T18:52:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've made a new blog specially for my personality quiz-test reasults, DDC : QuizAdded A link to my new art gallery : My Art!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107243557277561653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107243557277561653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243557277561653' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107239826386089700</id><published>2003-12-26T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T08:25:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The whole wide world suxs.I drew this picture (which i think is the best i've ever done) and geuss what? THE SHIT THING DIDNT UPDATE!!!!!!!!! *Waves bye bye to 5 hours as it goes down the drain* Hate hate hate hate hate!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sob* Yes i bet most of you think its a stupid thing to cry over and that i should cry over psle marks instead, but I have my ways and you have yours so stuff it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107239826386089700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107239826386089700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107239826386089700' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107231058022874899</id><published>2003-12-25T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T08:08:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE BOTH MY FUCKING COUSINS!!!!JOSH AND DRIC YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!!!! THANKS A BUNCH FOR MESSING UP MY COMPTER HOME PAGE, DOWNLOADING FROM KAZAA UNDER MY NAME AND FIRST OF ALL, FOR EVEN USING MY COMPUTER AT ALL WHEN YOU FULLY KNOW THAT I DOTN ALLOW YOU PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMN HOW LOW CAN YOU FREAKS GO!? THIS IS MY COMPUTER! MINE MINE MINE! GOT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107231058022874899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107231058022874899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107231058022874899' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107227436123746489</id><published>2003-12-24T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:04:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Danny just made me aware of the fact that gary's not only being a lair on his blog but also 'emotional'. I mean, bad-day = every of his blog post.Oh yeah. Xmas Suxs. Wtf happened to all the 'happy happy' xmas parties? It just sucks now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107227436123746489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107227436123746489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107227436123746489' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107226732957188852</id><published>2003-12-24T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T20:03:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yea, Gary knows about my blog too. La de da. Who cares ^^He juz told me he wouldnt lie anymore. Conversation #2Gal: gary goes to commonwealth?Blah : lolBlah : i dunoGal: my friends says he's lying and coz linda got into tt schoolblah: lol. hes in sengkang secondary blah: ffsGal: LMAOConvo #1Gary : i know linda going to my schGal: commonwealth rite?Gary: yeaGal: she says you lie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107226732957188852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107226732957188852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107226732957188852' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107226440298910708</id><published>2003-12-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T19:15:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sam (for laziness sake, i'm gona call Danny dan and Samuel sam) found out about my blog and obviously Danny knows too *Waves* So Julia, i advise you to be careful seeing there is a link to your blog and everything ^_^ I dont think Gary knows about ours tho. eh heh.Speaking of gary, Sam just totally trashed him about his blog. Fun-ni!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107226440298910708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107226440298910708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107226440298910708' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107225590366447804</id><published>2003-12-24T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T19:18:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My god. My cousin is fucking annoying moron. He comes in with his newly aquired hp, and when i use my finger nail to push the button (i'm not even using the tip. Its the same as yoru finger on its a solid item and not soft) he went all "Dont use your finger nail." as if me using my nail would blast the stupid shit to pieces. And when i returned to the ass hole he was like "eee so oily" What a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107225590366447804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107225590366447804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107225590366447804' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107224700532097345</id><published>2003-12-24T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T19:16:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. It's dissing Gary's blog time!!!!somemore i found out who is Ee Iyn and jasmine.........Ee Iyn is my daughter and jasmine is only a friend and she told me to be her god-brother but i refused....hmmm.........funni...i m not a good guy but why she wants me to be her god Brother.........Lol, Gary's Lying again! Hello? Your 14 and you have a daughter? And good guy? Yeah right. jeeze. O_o You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224700532097345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224700532097345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224700532097345' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107224614650967127</id><published>2003-12-24T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T14:12:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changes to my blogUpdated Lizard's Blog's LinkAdded Gary's Blog's LinkChanged The Presentation of the LinksChanged the paragraph on the Menu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224614650967127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224614650967127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224614650967127' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107224482752072556</id><published>2003-12-24T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:48:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Yen's house yesterday, her sea-weed loving and teddy-bear hunting dog, Chen-Chen.... Jumped-Attacked me. *Shows a scratch mark that runs along her arm* Her nails are sharper then mine.Stupid Julia didnt help me even though I was screaming. And i souppse me screaming to everyone else is natural. HELLLO!!!!! PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! Geeze. At least I got out from under the stupid dog all right, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224482752072556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107224482752072556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224482752072556' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107215925462479887</id><published>2003-12-23T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:01:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking, ya know. Its funny.On the day before we went to our new schools, we were all so frightened of the boys (more like me and Julia), and the bullies.... but today. I found the boys in my class didnt exactly fit into the 'bully' catagory. I'm still scared of the boys anyway. I'm frightened of guys when its real-life stuff, but on internet its all 'hi!' and 'how ya doin?'.. eh..So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215925462479887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215925462479887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215925462479887' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107215705566553587</id><published>2003-12-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:27:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juz read Julia's blog. I'm gona comment. =p"we exchanged presents! i got my beloved Simple Plan CD, got a funny little bear key chain, a star-pendant thingy, a picture frame with the words Eunice wrote on it (you know what) and a doggy soft toy."The words are "Julia Loves Samuel Forever" and the picture frame is a heart. With two cute dolphins on springs kissing each other. Hee hee."A guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215705566553587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215705566553587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215705566553587' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107215578707090511</id><published>2003-12-23T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:04:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to update meh blog on these topics.... - Cruise - School Posting - Friends Hang-Over - Julia's Tution - New School ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Freak lah. Dad making such a fuss about my stinkin' hair. No way am i gona take another shower right after I just took one. So live with it.Edit : I 'washed' my hair (more like rinse it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215578707090511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215578707090511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215578707090511' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107215566066654101</id><published>2003-12-23T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:01:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to get my school-reasults yesterday.School : QueensTown (3rd Choice)NewTownSan Threasa (sp?)Queens TownQueens Way (for the record, QuesT is better then QuesW!!!! Juding by aggriate score!)Kentridge (not sure if 5th or 6th)Otram (OOT-Thram... funny.. not Oh-Tram)Just about everyone else went to appeal expect lil ol' me + DDee. We went to eat ShuShi!When we came back to my house she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215566066654101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215566066654101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215566066654101' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107215247428314181</id><published>2003-12-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T12:08:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to update meh blog on these topics....- Cruise- School Posting- Friends Hang-Over- Julia's Tution- New School----------------------------------------------------------------------------I went to a 2-day 2-night cruise. More like 1 day cruise...... bleh....Day 1 (or should i say Night 1?) :Reached the cruise in the evening. Had to take pictures with some guy in a stuffed animal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215247428314181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107215247428314181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215247428314181' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107182057104439943</id><published>2003-12-19T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T15:57:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from Tiong Baru Plazza (freak the spelling). Went this time with cuz, Sherry, Josh, Dric and not my friends.We ate at buger king (again...) and I ate large fries + small coke (again...) then we went to the arcade (again...)Difference : We did not meet a guy.Played the gun-games (again...) only this time different versions. Man i love that stinking gun game but couldnt they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107182057104439943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107182057104439943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182057104439943' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107178715418518152</id><published>2003-12-19T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T06:45:01.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I'm going on a cruise at about 5. But I wana go back to Heeren first for both the acarde and the ring. Plus I wana watch LOTR : Return of the King, the rest are watching it when I'm on cruise.. so....Oh yea, my dad made such a big deal of lending my GB advanced to this shit of a p1 kid who is his 'girlfriend's son. Yo dad? I'm so not lending it to him.Reason 1 : I HATE THAT STUPID WOMAN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107178715418518152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107178715418518152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178715418518152' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-10717870786900779</id><published>2003-12-19T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T06:44:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Lizard, Julia + me went to Heeren. Which was souppsed to be 12 o'clock but ~someone~ *Julia* apparently seemingly forgot to tell me it switched to 12:30.... &gt;=[Reason 1 : To watch Cheesy's reaction upon seeing the Lizard &lt;3 Cheesy kissing pictureReason 2 : Arcade + Excuse for simply going outSome ass-head went to take away the piece of paper, so I made a re-creation and stuff it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/10717870786900779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/10717870786900779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10717870786900779' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107170735526153444</id><published>2003-12-18T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T08:30:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went blading yesterday. Gosh this blister really hurts when it touches water &gt;.&lt; Other then that it wont hurt... weird O-oAnywayz, Julia + Lizard didnt bring their skates (Gosh they gotta pay lots of rent) and gosh they took a stinking long time to put them on -.-As you may not know, Julia doesnt know how to blade. Vanessa thought her and lizard tourtured her (Vanessa helping to torture too). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107170735526153444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107170735526153444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170735526153444' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107162362736083287</id><published>2003-12-17T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T09:14:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Giggles uncontrolably* hee hee heee.... *looks in mirror* haha ha ha!*Net telling why until her friends come over* ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162362736083287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162362736083287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162362736083287' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107162192242462424</id><published>2003-12-17T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T08:46:13.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok now that i got my dream down *heart still flying around* I'm gona post about yesterday.I played only 3 hours of computer yesterday! *fake audience starts gasping in surprise* I also did my christmas shopping yesterday ^_~ But I'm still not done, here's my list -People Julia [Done]DDee [Done]Lizard [Done]Vanessa [Done]Shery + Josh [Done]Cedric [Done]Che Che Karen [not yet wrapped]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162192242462424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162192242462424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162192242462424' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107162153794930250</id><published>2003-12-17T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T08:39:49.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dream... I had one of the most awesome dreams...I ran down the corridor looking for a certain room that I knew, excited to be back again. Then, I found Kahren (a teeage big guy with golden-brown hair, after a few years, we tend to forget the names, but his was something like kahren) Kahren had his back to me. I entered the room with a grin. He turned round, his eyes widened."Do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162153794930250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107162153794930250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162153794930250' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107153494386639576</id><published>2003-12-16T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:37:07.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gona cut my hair today. I want to cut it today so I can surprise my friends tomorrow when we go cycling, plus after the 22nd, it'll be a so-so busy week. And i get to eat shushi anyway (Tuna here i come! *got somewhat hooked onto Tuna Sushi*)Ok fine, so maybe it wont be a suprise for you people who just read that (aka Julia =P)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107153494386639576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107153494386639576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153494386639576' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107149088926770073</id><published>2003-12-15T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:22:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh right! *Smacks Head* OWWW!... *Rub rub* I forgot to add one more person to the Freaks List. (Yes i use freak instead of fuck when im not feeling so vulgar)ATHENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : Same reasons as Julia. She is such a bitch, flaunting off her wealth and yet pretending to have a sorrowful life like those stupid classical shows of a princess and crap. And hey girl, dont diss our art coz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107149088926770073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107149088926770073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107149088926770073' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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-5754049.post-107149053706844036</id><published>2003-12-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:16:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coz of Vanessa being unable to make it, we had to shift the cycling date to Wednesday (my god i cant spell wensday).Oh yah, and I didnt get Tuna Sushi for dinner today *Fume* &gt;:( Shifted one day over too. *fume fume fume*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107149053706844036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5754049/posts/default/107149053706844036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dunoduncare.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107149053706844036' title=''/><author><name>Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16700318048677890854</uri><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>
