<?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-5839785</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:14:08.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graceD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5839785.post-4234694870195586937</id><published>2009-03-15T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:50:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now the sun's shining bright And it just wont set 'Cause your love is a light and it lights my step My heart is amazed every day to the next Your joy overtakes and I can't forget about it Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh I cant forget about it Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh I cant forget about it Your promises - newlife worshipI haven't heard a contagiously happy song for awhile. (:And there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4234694870195586937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4234694870195586937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4234694870195586937' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7849377529591636311</id><published>2009-02-16T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:34:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The river of God sets our feet a-dancing The river of God fills our hearts with cheer The river of God fills our mouths with laughter And we rejoice for the river is hereIt's been awhile since I've really laughed and rejoiced in God. it really uplifts me despite my crazy workload...Jesus, you're my song of freedom!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7849377529591636311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7849377529591636311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7849377529591636311' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7850081288852437534</id><published>2008-12-14T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:26:41.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taken from pages 84 -87 of Edmund Chan's Growing deep in God.This inspiring story came through an email from Arnold Raubenheimer, a retired mission doctor and gynaecologist living in South Africa. This story was told to Arnold by another mission doctor serving in Africa:One night, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labour ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7850081288852437534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7850081288852437534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7850081288852437534' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1040094337704303479</id><published>2008-12-08T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:05:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zx, here's your little request.. (haha after so long!)Some little video that i created for the CNY outreach for cell early this year. One year and so much has happened and changed. It's funny. I made the video in hope that someone would respond to it in the outreach yet I seem to have made it for the future me to be really encouraged. Some day i'll upload some of my animation works. Till then. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1040094337704303479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1040094337704303479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#1040094337704303479' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8384285649520860805</id><published>2008-09-30T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:41:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm. I got this really cute email from a friend abt some bunch of researchers asking kids abt love. These two are my favourite!'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4 I never thought that when I got my hand-me-downs..'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (?!?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8384285649520860805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8384285649520860805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8384285649520860805' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5325947864874287381</id><published>2008-09-26T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:36:15.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never appreciated the smoothness and the tedious-ness of animation until I was made to do it myself. HOW HOW HOW? how to do the timings :S</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5325947864874287381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5325947864874287381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5325947864874287381' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5813022790057072908</id><published>2008-09-16T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:56:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stace myself and steffiant nic stace me and steffiHERE'S A TRIBUTE TO STEFFI WOON PENG!hahhaa big fat thank you with a hug (that will make anthea jealous)! thank you so much for looking out for me all these weeks since school started. Thank you for being concerned whether i complete ee choo's work (240 drawings) or not, or whether i'm stressed out or not. YOu're like the pastoral care lady or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5813022790057072908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5813022790057072908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5813022790057072908' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2046431085988158575</id><published>2008-09-11T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:40:30.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've never seen gold dust before. Some people at church have. Have you ever seen how dust catches sunlight? It really is like gold dust. I was just lying in bed in the afternoon, and gazing at the dust turned golden in the sun felt surreal. It's like I was transformed into some disney movie or something. The gold dust was floating away and floating towards me. Mesmerizing. Imagine. That's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2046431085988158575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2046431085988158575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2046431085988158575' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2526095343528367334</id><published>2008-08-11T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:23:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this bunch of kids after school at bugis and there were so engrossed, i had to take a Pic of them!a florecent tube ..Spot 3 of the man's reflection.. hee! I found an "pregnant" reflection of my chair at home.Mrs Rupah loved to go PREGNANT with TENSION,EMOTION ... in lit lessonsTaken in a booth in Chinatownish area. My old house looks surreal. I'm not that skilled in photoshop to create such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2526095343528367334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2526095343528367334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2526095343528367334' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5706018996828206</id><published>2008-07-31T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:39:05.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's addictive, brainwashing and trance-like.On and on and on and on you goUntil you feel a sense of tightening of the chestYou feel breathlessYour muscles cramp and stiffenARGH! You fumbleand you tell yourself"one last time, no mistakes"And you fumble yet againThe cycle goes on Till your hands seem like a creature Moving on its own accordThe scales(scratchings) on my guitar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5706018996828206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5706018996828206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5706018996828206' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8795509266842323779</id><published>2008-07-29T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:01:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crusty brown and tempting.Oh the joys of falling down! HOHOThe weather today is pretty hot! I can't imagine being a dog, with my whole body coated with fur and sweating through my nose and tongue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8795509266842323779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8795509266842323779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8795509266842323779' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-579241691586204121</id><published>2008-07-25T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:02:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a good thing my blog doesn't have archives. I was squirming and wishing my past blog entries weren't in anyway linked to me. -I was swearing-My sentences were broken and dotted with ...-My mentality was immature-I outwardly talked abt stuffs I would go to jail today for (expressing my hatred for certain a certain country and people)-I professed unhealthy feelings-I was like a pharisee, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/579241691586204121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/579241691586204121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#579241691586204121' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2725547268664832608</id><published>2008-07-23T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:15:28.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love rainy days! Rain rain rain rain rain!(only if I could stay at home)The smell. The cool breeze. The scent again. and the cool breeze yet again.Maybe I'm not as aware of my emotions and thoughts then, but I really wonder how it would feel like again to be an annoying 10 year old kid again, a 14 year old rebel, a 17 year old gaping at weird guys doing loud glaring things to impress. I wished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2725547268664832608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2725547268664832608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2725547268664832608' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5901810556101826210</id><published>2008-06-25T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:47:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was watery brown With squishy small soft bits.It gurgled, splattered and splashed Causing a greater wave of nausea and disgust.That awful smellOh, how it reeked.I was stunned. Helpless and weak I sat,  Tasting the sour, rancid remains Of what was left of lunch.HAHAHA! I had fun describing and writing that poem. I was super tired after playing badminton with an old man who decided we were weak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5901810556101826210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5901810556101826210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5901810556101826210' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7152017427522223094</id><published>2008-06-21T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:25:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like the feeling of the spring cracking under the weight of my butt.As in, the springs of my bed. But now i can't seem to get it to do the same effect...Camp's over. Though I love the civilization out here (apart from Prince George's Park) and I love my fluffy bed with my dusty scent, I must say, I kinda enjoyed my personal space by myself at night in the room. It would have been better if they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7152017427522223094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7152017427522223094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7152017427522223094' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5686530875096671455</id><published>2008-06-05T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:06:15.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When nothing fell out of my violin, the headman held his nose over the sound-holes and sniffed long and hard. Several long, bristly hairs protruding from his left nostril VIBRATED gently....The sorceresses wept profusely, their tears mingling with the PHLEGM runnning from their nostrils, and their snuffling continued until deep into the night. -Balzac and the Little Chinese SeamstressHilariously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5686530875096671455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5686530875096671455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5686530875096671455' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7042257977407411631</id><published>2008-05-20T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:28:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work we must all the time,in studies and cca!Building healthy bodies and mind, always helpful in every way.ZEAL PROGRESS AND SUCCESSour motto will uphold!ZEAL PROGRESS AND SUCCESS,we'll always remember!I can't remember the second stanza of that. It just occured to me that my primary school song can sound a little communistic. I'm in this weird mode where I feel like writing to so many ppl. But I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7042257977407411631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7042257977407411631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7042257977407411631' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4349566717879724484</id><published>2008-05-06T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:31:22.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh..I realised I must have bumped into some doctor(Jesus) somewhere along the way. I'm no longer irritated and anxious even though I still haven't gotten a reply. why. why. why? (Dawn, i'm thinking of you and your trademark whys)Ah well. I just finished reading Face to Face with God by Bill Johnson a few days back.I WANT MORE AND MORE AND MORE OF YOU GOD!! When you hear of stories of how ppl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4349566717879724484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4349566717879724484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4349566717879724484' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3740116124040258659</id><published>2008-05-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:34:03.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>General irritation is bad for the soul. I'm feeling so edgy, so easily irritable and just waiting for more to happen. AGH.whyhaven'tyoureplied?(and no, this has nothing to do with NTU or NUS)I dreamt of rejection and me shying away.I so am going to finish all the books I spent a bomb on. RAR.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3740116124040258659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3740116124040258659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3740116124040258659' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4421890902142977800</id><published>2008-04-14T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:20:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too bad nobody knows both Jade and Regina. I promise you starking similarities! COCOPOPS! AH HA! My house is finally stocked up with good junk food! I'll consider staying home more often now:)In my boredom, I decided to google my name. On one hand I'm glad I can't be googled and found, but on the other hand, I just found out that there are many GYs around. (I'm avoiding writing my name so i can't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4421890902142977800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4421890902142977800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4421890902142977800' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4140291656280780367</id><published>2008-04-11T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:57:36.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you a potato pie?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4140291656280780367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4140291656280780367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4140291656280780367' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5400192907710261932</id><published>2008-04-10T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:56:57.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh well. Wanting to update is one thing. Having nice juicy stuff to write about is another.  OH-EE-OH-EEE-OHHEEOHEE-YEAH! I am Tarzan from jungle you can be my FRIEND! I wanted to post a scientific explanation as to why our noses hurt when water goes up. I kinda gave up. I have results like "my fish is breathing hard", some lyrics to shania twain's "it only hurts when I'm breathing" ( ... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5400192907710261932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5400192907710261932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5400192907710261932' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3744720532994256936</id><published>2008-04-01T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:00:03.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dreamt about blindness. I wasn't blind but the ppl around me were. If i rmb correctly, Jh, Steffi, Nicole, xinyi and Grace(not me) were blind. It's not a bad thing actually. But it's just weird. I ended up writing an essay for NTU adm admission portfolio about this dream and about blindness."I ONCE WAS LOST, BUT NOW AM FOUND.WAS BLIND BUT NOW I SEE."haha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3744720532994256936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3744720532994256936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3744720532994256936' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-730961020048209114</id><published>2008-03-24T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:13:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> and you think I'm weird...My handsome brothers, Terry, Richard and myself on ChehCheh's grassy carpet plus the (fake)dog that sleeps 24/7CLICK TO ENLARGETerry's baptism with stalkers(?) in the background..I didn't know the DAWN and the CLEO were hiding in the background posing. HAHA. Apparently they were waving to get my attention when I was facing their general direction while trying to take a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/730961020048209114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/730961020048209114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#730961020048209114' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5977723749297307620</id><published>2008-03-21T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:43:39.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith defines your being.                      - Smith WigglesworthJust a thought to ponder about. How much faith you have dictates your actions.. whether you'd dare do things,trusting that God is behind you. But sometimes, I do wonder when if my occasional bold actions are rash and just simply "just wack". Believing in God in my actions is tough. Consciousness perhaps is what most Christians </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5977723749297307620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5977723749297307620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5977723749297307620' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1235597448243511920</id><published>2008-03-19T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:46:14.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow wee. It's been quite awhile.I'm so tired my body imagined a tremor. I went out of my room and stared at the stationary lights and realised it was in my head. (my lamp is a ball attached to 3 wires)I don't like the feeling when things start dying down when previously you were hyped up about it. Sometimes, maybe I think humans react too much based on their emotions. Good and bad. I'm too tired </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1235597448243511920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1235597448243511920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1235597448243511920' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-590378557966957681</id><published>2008-02-25T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:45:18.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's this kind of smell of the year again.That same nostalgic smell I smelt in sec one and two where I was constantly hoping and missing. The same air that triggers links to the past. Dunno if it's a good thing. I was telling Jade just the other day I was out with her in town about this smell of nostalgia. Maybe it's just the haze. As I was bumming around on my bed today, I realised that I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/590378557966957681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/590378557966957681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#590378557966957681' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-6807484443120023301</id><published>2008-02-22T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:23:47.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love song- Jason MorantWhere can I go Where can I run from You You're everywhere You know all my thoughts You see through my ways And still You come to me And so I sing a love song to You And so I sing a love song to You From Heaven above Earth down beneath Your love rains down on me You know all my thoughts You see through my skin And still You come to me And so I sing a love song to You And so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6807484443120023301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6807484443120023301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6807484443120023301' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3782210597247247183</id><published>2008-02-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:19:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mummy used to tell me, women have menses because the body is making a bed for the baby to sleep in. Gosh, so we make beds for the baby that never comes. And our bodies do that without our brains thinking, just like how our hearts and organs function. If we have a baby everytime our womb is ready, we'll have 456 babies made (from the puberty age of 12 to the menopause age of 50) and if the baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3782210597247247183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3782210597247247183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3782210597247247183' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8433452394414603036</id><published>2008-02-21T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:10:46.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVE DECIDED!my boyfriend to be must be more of a leader than I am.(though not over bearing) Gosh, lately I've been feelig like some dominating tyrant that I'm not.I was in the toilet earlier (bathing) when I was thinking just about the funny myths that Chinese ppl crap out cos I was thinking about the years in which we were born in(tiger, dragon, mouse). One year my seniors are bron in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8433452394414603036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8433452394414603036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8433452394414603036' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-309523617726851698</id><published>2008-02-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:25:22.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depressing fact of a few days ago.Burger King at my favourite(maybe Anjali's too) penninsular plaza has closed down. No more cold Burger King that makes you shiver to ice to study at.No more pigeons that visit.No more, no more. :(Interview at AWFULly chocolate was like what its shop name is called. AWFULly chocolate My bad hearing has been proven to be worse than a joke. LAUGH all you want anthea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/309523617726851698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/309523617726851698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#309523617726851698' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8743207607781459334</id><published>2008-02-08T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:34:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay! just to humour you guys... :Dmy dear Janna kee's cell group in SFCDarryl, Eunice, Darren, CHIN PIN(hahah)me, Janna, Michelle Tanclassic shot (inspired by lynette soh. to zx and lynette, i promise you it's in the blur like sotong neoprint on 1st july 2005!! I'm too lazy to scan and show...)gosh :)our definition of dao. I'd put the whole SFC 2006/2007 pic but it's kinda draggy.. Another day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8743207607781459334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8743207607781459334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8743207607781459334' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1382198705069923849</id><published>2008-02-05T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:27:55.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Julie :)I've missed you and missed looking out for you. I missed all the bullying days and the nonsensical recesses spent in class eating air.. my dearest arty/broomstick-haired julie cracker!i'm school/a4-sick:)audrey about to sneeze in the background is hilarious!!I was just browsing some photos cos I wasn't feeling prepared for bed yet. I can't imagine myself if I wasn't where I was for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1382198705069923849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1382198705069923849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1382198705069923849' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1356290448381343964</id><published>2008-02-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:44:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hope is born of sufferingfaith arises from doubts but love comes from knowing God. I'm in a pensive mood.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1356290448381343964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1356290448381343964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1356290448381343964' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5531747284207211919</id><published>2008-02-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:25:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry brenda, my blog looks normal on my page.. I know you're like stalking on my daiy life and all and reading my blog is just too exciting, but you might have to wait or do something about your compy!Oh my. I think today after service I was ultra high on the 45 min concoction Brenda mixed together. I TELL YOU, I was laughing at the most not funny jokes! I laugh till my stomach hurt and I cried.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5531747284207211919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5531747284207211919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5531747284207211919' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-6849589824915475412</id><published>2008-02-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:17:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just remebered something that I didn't blog about yesterday.I was eating yong tau fu, nice plump and soft. Until I woke up realising I was biting my knuckle that was full of saliva. That is the result of fasting and walking in Bugis, where food is everywhere and returning home, tired and hungry. Hahah!I have officially found a new fettish... I like the feeling of rubbing butter in a bowl of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6849589824915475412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6849589824915475412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6849589824915475412' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7702789561910858584</id><published>2008-02-01T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:12:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm hyper enough to type at 3 in the morning!Let me express my disgust experience with Singaporeans or ppl who shop. Yesterday, I went by BHG at bugis to shop [alone] and I was trying on some clothes in the changing room. This woman was pushing my door after awhile. PATIENCE WOMAN! When I popped out of the room I saw this impatient middle aged aunty waiting to try some florally pink dress. Then I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7702789561910858584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7702789561910858584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7702789561910858584' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1144601199359858842</id><published>2008-01-31T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:14:47.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the cell goal to control my impulsive words of ,"you very irritating eh you" is working. I'm more conscious of the kinds of words that I use, whether they're more offensive of not. By far, ppl like Anthea and Wanlin and my beloved classmates (maybe except for nicole) can't tempt me to pay 50cents more!! WAHAHA!Ronald asked me econs and my beloved beloved beloved vectors earlier. Gosh my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1144601199359858842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1144601199359858842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1144601199359858842' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3139379826824205090</id><published>2008-01-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:13:35.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's to our 6 years (and growing) of our lives.Something worth the pain, worth the cherishing, worth the forgiving.I know you've seen this before, but it's worth the thinking back and smiling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3139379826824205090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3139379826824205090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3139379826824205090' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3442717215849296986</id><published>2008-01-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:35:10.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>row row row your boat! :)Somehow my chatterbox died on me. I signed up for some tagboard thing but it turns out, blogger refuses to update my template. mmph! My hotmail and msn messenger just died on me! and all the computers in my house just have the same problem. I wonder if we have some common virus or something. bleah.It's funny. Everywhere, everybody seems to be getting a job that maybe pays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3442717215849296986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3442717215849296986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3442717215849296986' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4905186772500228624</id><published>2008-01-15T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:30:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finaly a new skin for a nice year of growth! I had a dream. Mr yip bought this 4 storey house and I was going for math tuition. I had to pee in the dream and so I went to one of his many (strangely wet and grubby) toilets. I remembered peeing for 5 minutes and listening to Mr Yip and my dad have strange conversations. The conversations ranged from my dad boasting that trigo was easy to the topic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4905186772500228624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4905186772500228624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4905186772500228624' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3171306839682863394</id><published>2007-12-26T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:28:56.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>26th of December, I FINALLY SENT OUT MY CHRISTMAS CARDS that nearly sent me blind and made me more hunched! Problem one solved.Problem 2.I've yet to finish writing 16 more cards to church friends.Problem 3. Church camp is tmr which means I will see them, WHICH ALSO MEANSI have to write more cards by tonightProblem 4.I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANYBODY ANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS!! especially my family memebers..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3171306839682863394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3171306839682863394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3171306839682863394' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-6674327317889671483</id><published>2007-12-06T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:05:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grace is too vain for her own good. Thank God my vanity should end around.. today/yesterday, now that Prom is over. I can resume my usual lifestyle ( just with a dyed head and a scanty eyebbrow.)I looked at some prom pics which i'm feeling super sef conscious about. (not about a dropping top or having some obscene parts showing..) - MY EYEBROWS WERE ROTTENLY SHORT AND UNDRAWN- I so am unlikely to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6674327317889671483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6674327317889671483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6674327317889671483' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8371097330101998050</id><published>2007-12-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:00:30.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheh, I know you'd never read this post, but I MISS YOU MIGHTY LOTS ALREADY!I've been having nightmares! The night before, I dreamt that the A level exams that were just over were only the prelim exams. I tell you I was feeling so sunken and awful in the dream. THANK GOODNESS IT WAS A DREAM!!Yesterday, I dreamt a dream that had 3 days consecutive worth of events. One was this scary guy who only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8371097330101998050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8371097330101998050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8371097330101998050' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2278692024903144914</id><published>2007-11-28T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:00:06.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I like dressing up and shopping and walking and having a purpose but without fruit.At the end of the day, everything becomes useless. you take off your dress. you scrub off the make up. you chuck the pretty clothes aside. awful looking hair grow pretty, naked eyebrows (may) turn bushy. Yup and we come naked and leave the world naked(spiritually)....I feel quite superficial. Becoming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2278692024903144914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2278692024903144914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2278692024903144914' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-233887163798781625</id><published>2007-11-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:22:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aloha!I'm back from Truly Asia continent (malaysia).I've never seen a live turkey before! I saw this black thing with peacock arranged feathers at its butt! I'll upload the movie clip if I remember and have the time.My hair's weird though much better than last thurs *mumbles..I'm taking a long long long long time try to get used to the really almost bald looking eyebrows. HO! I'd like to complain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/233887163798781625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/233887163798781625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#233887163798781625' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5828996678306027141</id><published>2007-11-20T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:43:25.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm quite tired of art. Hope saying this won't jynx anything.Here's a picture I am ultra amazed and amused at.Doesn't it look like a gummy bear?! chomp chomp!I never knew kangaroos have a 36 day gestation period. That small little red thing that is 2CM IN SIZE climbs from the you-know-where to the pouch of the mummy! (how does that thing do it? It's like me climbing everest or something or some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5828996678306027141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5828996678306027141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5828996678306027141' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2412163082071150738</id><published>2007-11-17T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T20:32:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hitler remains a Hitler.Although weirdly tributed to at random times.YupI still detest crispy sound giving millipede/centipedes/roaches....a xiao ming/xiao qiang/xiao hei over a girl   o.0 It was a funny one though. Miss K will kick my bum if she ever finds out how carelessly I misread poems in general, exam or not. HURH!ok back to the days of our lives...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2412163082071150738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2412163082071150738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2412163082071150738' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3397206402592492379</id><published>2007-11-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:56:19.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are strongnot because you don't have weaknessesbut because God is with you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3397206402592492379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3397206402592492379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3397206402592492379' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5731555550951458623</id><published>2007-09-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:46:43.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm finally existing for awhile.Art is over. Let's recall the nonsense we've went through1. snappy, tired comments in the day and night2. Going home at 5 from school in the morning only to leave my house at 6 for school 3. calling Mark names (and for SOME, laughing at his punned name)4. blood ( i cut my finger 3 times at least)5. Sweat (working at the smelly plaster in the hot kiln room, running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5731555550951458623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5731555550951458623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5731555550951458623' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5519264310150584449</id><published>2007-09-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:47:29.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just reflecting over my life.One thing struck me was that I have extreme tolerance and patience for some people, very strangely and really almost none with others.I was sharing with Seah earlier about my patience. At least I know I admire her for her mother duck character.Yesterday I got my finger cut and dear mr Dominic Tan helped me get it plastered up. Today, some lady wearing stillettos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5519264310150584449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5519264310150584449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5519264310150584449' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4073942225618746463</id><published>2007-08-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:55:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the world that's crazy and hectic..The DifferenceI got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;I had so much to accomplish, I didn't have time to pray.Problems just tumbled about me and grew heavier with each task;Why doesn't God help me, I wondered; He answered," Youd didn't ask."I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;I wondered why God didn't show me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4073942225618746463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4073942225618746463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4073942225618746463' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4896490541637802320</id><published>2007-08-12T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:05:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My itchy fingers to zx's blog has brought me nonsense.The cuckoo game is called," please annoy your friends"(that's not true actually)the joker has to write 6 wack things about themselves on their blog, then write the guidelines of the game (like i'm doing now) and write the names of friends1. I have a tendency to smell my feet in secret whenever I smell rotten feet (although most of the time, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4896490541637802320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4896490541637802320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4896490541637802320' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8874744980447952414</id><published>2007-08-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:46:21.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amidst my crazy schedule, I shall yet again humor DOM.Create your own Friend Test here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8874744980447952414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8874744980447952414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8874744980447952414' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5349820902913853189</id><published>2007-08-12T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:49:28.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HI HOE!Dominic tan thinks I'm the freest person in the world to blog consistently. You watch out you orange sadandlonelyboyZ1989@hotmail.comJoking joking. I don't want anyone to sabo me by using markers to scribble weird emails on my coursework. WAHAHA!sorry, No time yet again to upload more photos. oh yes, one more thing to do before I write my essay. DOM's BEST FRIEND TEST! -___-"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5349820902913853189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5349820902913853189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5349820902913853189' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7178548850519766487</id><published>2007-07-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:12:28.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For as long as I shall live I will testify to love I'll be a whitness in the silences when words are not enough With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above For as long as I shall live I will testify to love I was just thinking of Julie ong's favourite song," the return to innocense". All the wordless sounds ee-orh-ing around is so... wild and raw and innocent. I think language and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7178548850519766487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7178548850519766487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7178548850519766487' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3197128482722702070</id><published>2007-07-22T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:44:09.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll update a little.. guilty..img height="235"we got jailed at yio chu kang a loooongggg looonggg while backhaha?? window peeping tomslooks fishy... ahem:)TADA!!I'll upload the miserably little pictures i have of rapture soon.. HAHA! nic and dom became my inspiration!but i think i'll pass of my dream to have such a graceful poise to my children! HA!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3197128482722702070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3197128482722702070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3197128482722702070' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7375849112652777234</id><published>2007-07-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:48:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grace has ceased to existI am an alien who just took over the body system of grace. My aim is to keep her fit so she can one day be on the straits time (hot bods section) HAHA!, and to make her slog on for her studies. *robotic HA-HA-HA----HA.grace cannot be found until A levels has been exterminated.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I feel weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7375849112652777234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7375849112652777234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7375849112652777234' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2058526893256588549</id><published>2007-07-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:20:36.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some things in life can be a kill joy.Papa accepted Christ for real.)And it all boiled down to the complicated story of the failure to sell Pearl Bank.God is awesome!I was recently accused to be a photo whore. A nice term indeed, but who cares cos i get the pictures in the end! HEHEH!!Justin Timberlake and Michael Jackson! Nope. Not gonna rant how weird everything felt.My week was awesome. God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2058526893256588549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2058526893256588549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2058526893256588549' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4184154893451999898</id><published>2007-07-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:01:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoho di hohoI think the art room limits your inspiration, clogs up your passion and makes you stuffy. Nobody wants to join my NOISY FAN fund.Other than art, I think today was quite a spirit lifting day. At least I had Jia hui and the other physics students to line up with during assembly. At least I had Jia hui to eat breakfast with and, Jia hui YET AGAIN, and annoying nicole, sweet steffi, quiet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4184154893451999898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4184154893451999898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4184154893451999898' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1393611809530221395</id><published>2007-07-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:06:44.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can be pon and you can be ZI. I suddenly thought of PONZI buddy.. (bonzibuddy)Then again, nobody seems to have heard of it. NO CHILDHOOD.arty pot!and nice nicole was irritating the day out of my night..Random days of my happy life.)yes nicole, I'm an outdated mountain tortoise.oh ya, and that day, when I went out with steffi to study, I bumped into noisy jiahui and her even noisier friend, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1393611809530221395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1393611809530221395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1393611809530221395' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1718921895801887010</id><published>2007-06-27T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:40:20.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooyer.Hahaha! I suddenly wondered if people write hokkien blogs. I can imagine all the Melissa prototypes sprouting to blog using vulgar sounding words. HO!I think I can't appreciate Asian artists in general with exception for Dede. Sighs. I like eating rambutans but not looking at rambutans. I have no interest in revealing Balinese women. I think I my China bred ancestors have some angmoh blood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1718921895801887010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1718921895801887010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1718921895801887010' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4822461552501497223</id><published>2007-06-13T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:12:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my boredom of studying about mr grass HOPPER(Edward hopper), I went to look at my super old entries for this current blog. GRACE WAS AN IRRITATING EMO KID WHO SWORE USING NOT SO VULGAR WORDS.Why nobody told me anything about my awful attitude? tsk tsk. Though I'm proud to say that I've matured and stopped using words like "mans" and "..." and of course my content of my entries are of a better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4822461552501497223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4822461552501497223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4822461552501497223' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4472987226027325518</id><published>2007-06-04T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:07:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In future, when any tom dick or harry sends you a message asking if the PICTURES are yours, please please do not be a cuckoo head to click them. I got a measibly bug from ng yunxuan...ROAR. never was  grace so popular in her life, she had so many people messaging her at one time that the msn messenger had to bar her from reading messages. BOOirritating.Mr Yip got a golden retriever pup!! LYDIA! I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4472987226027325518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4472987226027325518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4472987226027325518' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8333377216576708506</id><published>2007-04-29T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:06:34.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay.)I got the new United Hillsong cd- all of the above.happiness.There was this pig head Singaporean guy who was insulting the Singapore government for giving him a boring dinner cos he happens to be some shot working as a civil servant. Gosh, I can't believe how stuck up he is and how he tries to act all smarmy with angmohs clad in swimming costumes and trunks.I'm ashamed.ANYWAY, I am super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8333377216576708506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8333377216576708506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8333377216576708506' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1500967406983612768</id><published>2007-04-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:50:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in the whole history of my blooming short life, I took part in a running event and got 1st!thank you following team runners!!1. Qi hui2. Nicole KWOK and nicole A33. windri4. Audrey5. Keith6. Joel7. Yijie8. Evan9, Ming tuan10. SAMUEL!you all were brilliant today! See arts fac can have ammo to run.HAPPY BIRTHDAY STACY BO(0)BBY! AHEMit's so easy to lose sight of you.(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1500967406983612768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1500967406983612768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1500967406983612768' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-5040844500576383365</id><published>2007-04-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:57:38.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Romans8: 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? v37NO. In all these things we are MORE than CONQUERORS through him who loved us.v 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,v39 neither height nor depth, nor ANYTHING </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5040844500576383365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/5040844500576383365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5040844500576383365' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-3396127353494101710</id><published>2007-04-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:28:31.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am free-newsboysThrough You the blind will see Through You the mute will sing Through You the dead will rise Through You our hearts will praise Through You the darkness flees Through You my heart screams I am free I am free Chorus: I am free to run! (I am free to run) I am free to dance! (I am free to dance) I am free to live for You!(I am free to live for You) I am free!(I am free) Yes, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3396127353494101710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/3396127353494101710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3396127353494101710' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2701822970591471447</id><published>2007-04-01T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:50:59.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lydia was a young and foolish girl who was frivolous with men fromthe miltia regiment. HAHA!. that's pride and prejudice's lydia for you. LYDIA! tsk tsk.I was so embarassed in church. This woman in front of me farted. *yikessighs.I think I'm quite sad. Today's April fool's day and nobody played a prank on me.( how depressing. I got zero sms except a complain from anthea, a where are you sms from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2701822970591471447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2701822970591471447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2701822970591471447' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-6016112655375497372</id><published>2007-03-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:17:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired. Mug mug mug mug in the light (*at night!)                   *echoMug mug mug mug in the light (*at night!)Mug mug mug mug in the light (*at night!)I'm mugging all day and all night!boosh. I think I learnt to treasure sleep this year. Which garbonkers cuckoo would actually enjoy staying up all night?!I think I have decided to plan my future a little. I shall publish a book entitled "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6016112655375497372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/6016112655375497372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6016112655375497372' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-424278895051981523</id><published>2007-03-18T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:59:44.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sir, (stretches out hand) you and I must part, (draws the hand in)but that's not it;Sir, (stretches out hand)you and I have loved, (draws the hand in) but that's not it;That (stretches out hand) you know well. (draws the hand in)Something it is I would -Oh, (stretches out hand)my oblivion is a very Antony,(places hand on the forehead)And I am all forgotten!"-Days of grace' life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/424278895051981523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/424278895051981523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#424278895051981523' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-9025044529072490950</id><published>2007-03-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:59:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, all three of my lifts were spoilt! I had to climb a brilliant 20 stories high.gosh. i can feel my muscles bulging..MS CHAN!! I DUNNO WHAT TO ADD TO MY POP UPS! I have A LOT to learn from Robert Sabuda. hhoosh.I beat my longest sustained studying time today! I studied from 11am to 440pm non-stop!!ok that's only about nearly 6 hours but I've never sat down to study for so long in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/9025044529072490950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/9025044529072490950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#9025044529072490950' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8187334975938991789</id><published>2007-03-03T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:41:17.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my 258th post! Here I sit in the dark with the computer glaring (literally) at me. oww..*happiness! I got a fat E for chinese! what a better grade than an S which i asked for! My only o level C5 partner/Gp partner got a B! I'm proud of you stacy! or AS!Anyway, go ahead and jeer me and my results, I'm giving thanks to mr God.) I told laoshi that i liked hima and his lessons but was happy that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8187334975938991789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8187334975938991789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8187334975938991789' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-8707854109548769384</id><published>2007-02-25T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:51:53.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Imagine with me.What is life like sitting everyday putting your leg on the bench you're sitting on, eating like you've never eaten before.That's me today. I had nasi bryani for lunch, only i had to use a mash potato spoon from 7-11 to tackle my meal- alone.( the or giant drain before me was hideous and dry. Then again, I had God sitting beside me constantly telling me that the ppl around are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8707854109548769384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/8707854109548769384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8707854109548769384' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2563381247624100476</id><published>2007-02-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:44:15.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA-LILA-ingToday was the first time in my JC life so far missing school. (no i didn't pontang)The doctor or the woman at the counter charged me a blooming sum of $40! Gosh. I was floating in and out of consciousness the whole day. My head's still fuzzy and my nose is clogged. and my BACK ACHES! It's nice taking some nice sleep on a school day. I missed 2 hrs of Ms k, 1 hr of mrs new, one hour of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2563381247624100476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2563381247624100476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2563381247624100476' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1993564134150230762</id><published>2007-01-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:43:04.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realised that kok hong didn't send me the picture with Pauline! roars.Anyway, my school term has begun. I can imagine zx going,"noerh-noerh..aka noah".I'm feeling pressured enough till I feel exhausted just breathing with my lungs. Thank God for jokers in school.) Nicole ateffi and I were singing some ferro roche song during math lecture and nice nicole let me vandalise her math notes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1993564134150230762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1993564134150230762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1993564134150230762' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4192032115880763400</id><published>2007-01-09T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:53:35.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just read life! today. I am disgusted beyond reason.What is the world becoming to?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4192032115880763400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4192032115880763400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4192032115880763400' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-735214787510350375</id><published>2007-01-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:47:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! Today's Pauline's wedding! HAPPY WEDDING DAY! My cell was ushering today. hee.I've never seen Kok Hong wear a tie or Sam wear a dress(plus contacts and heels)! WAHAH! that's cuckoo rachel and me! she's nineteen and drives a mazda car! BELIEVE IT!!AH HA! We were slacking outside the auditorium and making a din!ivin, cleo (solo dancer!!), louisa and ME !  we're too pretty :Di can easily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/735214787510350375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/735214787510350375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#735214787510350375' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-108814211037540971</id><published>2006-12-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:55:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>papa's super funny! Mummy asked him if he has any prayer requests and he says to pray that he'll win his bet(on losing 5kg before CNY)!HAHAHA! I can't stop laughing. As annoying as he can get sometimes, i really think my dad is orbeetly cute!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/108814211037540971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/108814211037540971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#108814211037540971' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7535062127461084054</id><published>2006-12-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:21:17.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dearest cell :) I can't wait for pauline's wedding!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7535062127461084054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7535062127461084054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7535062127461084054' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1302066700701231803</id><published>2006-12-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:40:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LYDIA! BREAST CANCER?(and no lydia's not suffering from breast cancer..)I'M SNIFFING MY HOUSE CRAZY! IT SMELLS GREAT! Clothes should be hung indoors more often!Today I was drawing the Yusof Bin Ishak guy on my ten dollar note for my art homework and I realised he's actually quite handsome! He looks like my grandfather(mum's side) HAHA! LIKE GRANDFATHER LIKE GRANDDAUGHTER! WAHA!Today I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1302066700701231803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1302066700701231803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1302066700701231803' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2858558121994461496</id><published>2006-12-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:26:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel sad.(Papa just told me that eating too much beef can give you body odour. I actually lots of chunks of boiled beef in radish and ginger soup. I think nobody will be my friend for the enxt few days.( HEH HEH, especially if I sweat big big time. I DON'T wanna smell like a cow. No i'm not insulting steffi.. but ya.Moona actually used fabric softner on my clothes and they smell GREAT! It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2858558121994461496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2858558121994461496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2858558121994461496' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4436511777644993068</id><published>2006-12-24T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:26:27.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm replaying this in my head.Me: Mummy, can I have some money from thee?Mummy: What for?Me: To buy you christmas presents. Irony huh? After much scheming, I think I'll borrow money from mummy and pay her back when the bank opens on tues or wed. Which means, I'm still short of 11 presents, and I was still considering whether I should be blessing my cell group with things too. OH WELL.AH! My brain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4436511777644993068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4436511777644993068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4436511777644993068' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-4809888193508367178</id><published>2006-12-21T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:38:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guilt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4809888193508367178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/4809888193508367178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4809888193508367178' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7715037662839622094</id><published>2006-12-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:37:04.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still in Singapore! YES! HOME SWEET HOME!popkins misread the departure nonsense, costing him a total of $1400 cos we missed our flight.Anyway, me not going Vietnam today meant that I could go out with my sec school classmates. There were only eleven of us. We went to some cafe at marina square called Breeks cafe where we had dinner. My salad dinner was not worth my 5.20!the vegetable was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7715037662839622094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7715037662839622094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7715037662839622094' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-1662412560334119790</id><published>2006-12-08T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:41:49.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Papa deleted the ah seng pictures! sniff.I'm off to Vietnam soon though I haven't bathed and packed properly. I watched some chick flick yesterday night to kill time- john tucker must die and step up. There were some pretty girls though my ultimate is still KK (NO! that's not Kalyani Kausikan pls) My match point cd disappeared. I just realised that I miss my curls now that it's chopped up by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1662412560334119790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/1662412560334119790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1662412560334119790' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-7459053472467518929</id><published>2006-12-06T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:25:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO!! I'M BACK IN MY FORSAKEN CIVILIZED HOUSE!!! *SCREAMS!!Ok. I kinda promised to blog about ubin. You know, when you start procrastinating, nothing gets done. Later never comes.) OH WELL.Ubin was down right ITCHY! I wore annoying track pants and got bitten. I have a galaxy of bites on my ankles!  I couldn't bathe the first day (after amazing race on the amazing mountain bikes riding through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7459053472467518929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/7459053472467518929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7459053472467518929' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2157946093518467112</id><published>2006-11-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:20:28.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I think I feel disappointed when things don't go the way I hope.Then again, I think I missed the point because I'm questioning God's abilities. Thank you lydia, lyn and zx for coming to church anyway.) i think i troubled you all a lot and eventually refused to go out later together. Thank you all dearies again!Today was plain AWEsOME.TB JOSHUA could heal the lame  and the mentally ill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2157946093518467112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2157946093518467112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#2157946093518467112' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-2300501701221810972</id><published>2006-11-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:28:51.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's my FIRST MOVIE CREATED done together with eunice! super proud of it. I now present to you, Rudolf the red nose snowman!We took nearly 7  and a half hours of filming and editing to create this short clip la! grins.) MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!!ps. the red wall you'll see is the great wall of China..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2300501701221810972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/2300501701221810972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#2300501701221810972' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116351582067735499</id><published>2006-11-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:24.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pschopath.*scowlsI think I'm suffering from a smeagol/smiggle syndrome. I'm having stupid split personalities.. maybe mood swings to be exact.FINEso I'm not a smeagol/smiggle afterall.Today, I overcame one of the mega giga wiggly wa wa INERTIA IN MY LIFE!! --- packing my room.I was clearing my stacks and stacks and stacks of disgusting worsksheet and got so mad I was ripping papers apart. My art </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116351582067735499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116351582067735499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116351582067735499' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116333834712468176</id><published>2006-11-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:24.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You stood before my failureCarried the Cross for my shameMy sin weighed upon Your shouldersMy soul now to standSo what can I sayWhat can I doBut offer this heart O GodCompletely to YouThank you for that peace that guards my heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116333834712468176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116333834712468176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333834712468176' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116333809452617157</id><published>2006-11-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where did everybody go?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116333809452617157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116333809452617157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333809452617157' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116316715638020098</id><published>2006-11-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) I'm in a SUPER SUPER SMILEY MOOD.) YUMMY~I sent one love sms and I'm feeling high, even before the reply. PW IS OVER, minus the I&amp;R bit though. By monday, all files related to pw will be deleted. And no, sorry, my examiner was far from a smiley old woman. I got a blur looking man with glasses and a lady who looks as if the wind can blow her away. They barely smiled or nod at anybody who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116316715638020098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116316715638020098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116316715638020098' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116299968638174255</id><published>2006-11-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the cuter things in life everybody should note.)(my all time fav!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116299968638174255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116299968638174255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116299968638174255' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116299435406597448</id><published>2006-11-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOPIC OF THE DAY: WE MAKE MISTAKES WHEN WE BLOGI realised by re-reading my post that I not only have spelling errors, grammatical errors but also sentence structure errors. UNFORGIVABLE.Then again, I'm human. HAHA! STEFFI WAS BLOGGING ABOUT SOME CUCKOO COMPANY READING PERSONAL BLOGS!! They don't leave tags do they? My orbeet sister is playing some horrendous game that is causing a disastrous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116299435406597448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116299435406597448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116299435406597448' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116273828486435986</id><published>2006-11-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:23.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Papaisbringing us to VIETNAM.ON TOP ofMALAYSIA.Sometimes, I really wish i understood the meaning of being grateful. ok, I'm grateful it's not china. *thinks abt lao shi who claims I'm racist. OH WELL! Yesterday I helped to make the urban race board for the first time! I'm glad. I met strange but funny people. Seah i know, June is this mad contract teacher in some chinified pri school, tabitha is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116273828486435986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116273828486435986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116273828486435986' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116195795126614875</id><published>2006-10-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:23.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny how I keep wanting to hear from you the most but always end up realising that it's nothing more than a wishful thinking. I see you so often yet I missed you the most. bleah. you! .(hoping for a trust that's lost.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116195795126614875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116195795126614875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116195795126614875' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116166805468194756</id><published>2006-10-24T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you see the shiny moon?Turned into a black balloonJust as you walked away from me...Who painted the moon black?Just when you passed your love backWho painted the moon black?Oh won't you, won't you come back?I laughed myself crazy listening to this cuckoo song by Hayley Westenra. Why doesn't mummy make me her advisor for buying cds?! corny songs these days.. shakes head.rar.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116166805468194756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116166805468194756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116166805468194756' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116092942495080360</id><published>2006-10-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:23.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my joys on earth:)Thank you all for meeting me on the 10th of sept in celebration of my lovely birthday.)My presents:)a greeting i received the moment i met them at swensens.how could i think that it was a sweet happy birthday greeting?!Sorry for this super super outdated entry. At least the photos are not lost:) LOVE YOU ALL MY DEARESTES! rar!:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116092942495080360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116092942495080360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092942495080360' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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-5839785.post-116092866264065403</id><published>2006-10-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:11:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing you can do that can make God embarassed.wow huh?roar. feeling quite rubbishy right now. Perhaps it's the choice of music I'm listening to, songs that have a baggage of emotions. banyak emo. After I got back the bulk of my promos, I just realised on how much i needed to reflect on. And no, nobody's asking me to reflect. I guess I've reached a point where I'm asking myself 'what's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116092866264065403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5839785/posts/default/116092866264065403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meemeemaggot.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092866264065403' title=''/><author><name>twinkletoes*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17567108088885680434</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>
