<?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-5727479</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:49:54.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you.</title><subtitle type='html'>can't think of one now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727479.post-106630653824276899</id><published>2003-10-16T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T20:15:38.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father in Heaven, make me cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;every single one of my tears is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;i don't and won't fake my tears. &lt;br /&gt;they just come out easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, siyan, for being there. =)&lt;br /&gt;sorry to ain n candace that i didnt help much in ttsh.&lt;br /&gt;i was not feeling well. &lt;br /&gt;so i just slept. sorry pocks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106630653824276899?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106630653824276899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106630653824276899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106630653824276899' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106615568822251990</id><published>2003-10-15T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T02:21:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally done with consultation. haha. phew. but there are more to go. &lt;br /&gt;-marketing project&lt;br /&gt;-soc psy interview&lt;br /&gt;-radio 3 min capsule &lt;br /&gt;-marketing exam&lt;br /&gt;-flash&lt;br /&gt;-and completion of I-seach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blarh. i don't feel like bloggin much. i don't feel like sleeping either. alright. i think i should do my marketing which i ought to do long ago. was bothered by some thing tt soon won't matter tt much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in and out- i'll feel better. nights to all. &lt;br /&gt;dude, thanks fer sending me tt pic. it's so cute. haha. send me more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106615568822251990?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106615568822251990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106615568822251990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615568822251990' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106561773284720467</id><published>2003-10-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T20:55:32.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms. getting tensed up cus i havent started on I-search. hehe but for web cg, it's almost done. but soc psy, sighs. dont care. MUST complete it before i sleep.  will be going to NLB tmr. hope i can get all my biblio and references done. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gt french on friday, but i also have to dine with the sixes. sighs. i can't skip french cus there'll be test soon. and also i've skipped twice. shit la. i think i'll just leave a lil earlier n rush down to town. =S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, i gotta go ma soc psy now! ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106561773284720467?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106561773284720467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106561773284720467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561773284720467' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106538150981578809</id><published>2003-10-06T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T03:19:34.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys. its very late now i know but i dont feel like sleeping yet. haha. anyways, changed the template. supposed to have a pic but i dunno how to change the default pic to my own. so i might as well delete the whole portion. haha will seek help to put up a black and white pic of ange and i roaring. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the shoutbox. die larhs. dunno how to change the colour to black/white/grey. so wait til i've changed, you will see no shoutbox. might be changing to tag board. if i have the freakin time, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting excited bout the birthday dinner for gabby on this coming friday! haha will be going to plaza singapura to eat dunno what. havent confirmed. but one thing i know is that all the six of us will be prettiest on that day! ahaha cant stand myself. but really, gabby said gotta dress "glam". so like, ok, "GLAM". it sounds funny, especially for us. but yes, we ARE glam. those who think we're not. u are right, sometimes. but keep it to yourself lar! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, if i'm not tired. i'll still try to start on my web graph. see first. +eye lids drop+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106538150981578809?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106538150981578809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106538150981578809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538150981578809' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106536243480356678</id><published>2003-10-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:00:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now, everytime i sign in, i type my sch's username. haha end up i cant access to it. gotta redo. lame. went church. Pastor Prince was preaching bout speakin in tongues again. well, til now i still cant. haha nvm soon, the holy spirit will know how. and yes, I LOVE NEW CREATION CHURCH! hehe hope another round of fusion will come fast so i can sing praise to the LORD non-stop. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really do much of work todae. cus like, cant resist the temptation. shopped around at suntec n citylink fer awhile with sijia. saw this rugged handbag at fcuk. damn nice. haha and a rip curl wallet i aimed since dunno how many donkey years ago. and saw a super hot n hip gallaz skirt. gosh. so damn hotilicious! *drools. sighs. i shall wait til everything is over then start shopping. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy*: wendy you MUST complete marketing template 6, CATS reflections 2, and start a lil bit of web cg b4 u go to slp. and also rmb to collect extra bucks from mum to pay fer wakeboardin fees. -yawns- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright guys. i think she has to complete the tasks listed above. see ya. nights. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106536243480356678?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106536243480356678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106536243480356678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536243480356678' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106510306124817717</id><published>2003-10-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:57:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so drained. handed in argumentative essay and had soc psy test. tot i wud feel better but no. realised i gotta do i-search already. sighs. nvm i shall hit amk library or woodlands regional library with nazi n pocks fer the following month. i dun wanna repeat writ comm. argh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel just came back to singapore and had dinner with william n sis at sun tec. was nice gathering and haha complaining bout tt manager in fish&amp;co. hahaha typical us. and reached home at bout like 11 plus? bleah. i'm still a gd girl. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and todae. yeap after zappin pages of references of books on anorexia nervosa, met up my ex. hahaha yes my EX, my qin. =) had dinner n crapped n laffed n we realised we missed each other alot, alot. used to "mug" at tp's kfc/burger king. those times i love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qin taught me a shoter route to go back from woodlands. yay. will share it with nazae too. oh ya! will have radio production tmr! but we're afraid we cant do a gd job on time. but i still like our script. haha triangle love and murder case. so drama. haha alright. eyes damn pain. gtg, see ya ppl. nights. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106510306124817717?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106510306124817717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106510306124817717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510306124817717' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106437105193829951</id><published>2003-09-24T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:38:11.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bryan does not have hotdog lips and i do not despise him&lt;/strong&gt; jason, u cant be jason gomez right? if you're someone we dont know, then dont bother sendin bryan mails alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, how to show the banner fully?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106437105193829951?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106437105193829951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106437105193829951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437105193829951' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106433343813814860</id><published>2003-09-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:10:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wont be able to blog for the rest of the week. cus i'm extremely busy. haha got lotsa stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;1-argumentative essay&lt;br /&gt;2-soc psy test&lt;br /&gt;3-marketing template 6&lt;br /&gt;4-radio editting script&lt;br /&gt;5-webgraph part b&lt;br /&gt;6-cats skit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. quite stressed now. but i have a fren..he's feeling worse. a 2 1/2 yrs relationship gone just like tt and his gf doesnt even care. anyway, take care dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been feelin very tired recently. prob cause of menses. &lt;yawns&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i joined wakeboarding with fern, kim, candace, christine n sarah! haha i'm so excited. and i think many others are joining too... bryan, mark and dinesh? maybe. not quite sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae after webgraph. showed siyan my pic with sis in my phone and siyan was like, she's older than you right? she looks like a butch.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and i was like, huh? butch? maybe but i think she has a bf. and no, she's only Pri 6. wahahah! she was so shocked. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite malu on the bus. i always doze off and this time i accidentally rested my head on tt guy a few times... when i woke up i was like still in a blur state and its not my stop to drop yet. so like, slept back n hit on his shoulder again. so embarrassing. damn i'm dozing off NOW. think i better go. nites n God bless. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106433343813814860?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106433343813814860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106433343813814860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433343813814860' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106382053244962270</id><published>2003-09-18T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T01:46:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand why must i cry so much in this relationship. maybe i brought it upon myself. maybe i shouldnt have started any thing. at least now i wud be able to concentrate on my sch work and not cry my eyes out if nothing has ever begun. its been so long and i havent done writcomm. i feel so bad ok. keep pushing myself but just cant conc. and he doesnt even care. all he wanted was sleep sleep and sleep. "i'm very tired. i want to put down the phone already" i mean where on earth does a bf speaks to his gf like tt? "can u plsss understand? i'm very tired already... dont start can? i dont wanna argue with u" oh yea. so i'm always the one who wants to quarrell is it? as if he's tired i'm not. he didnt even wanna settle things b4 he goes to sleep. excuse- i dont wanna call u back n start quarrelling. yea. as if. u jus prefer to slp than hear a bitch talk n waste ur precious sleeping time. oh yea. i cant 'judge' on ma bf even. cus i'm not smart enough like his close g-f. wtvr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy, "can we not quarrell todae?"&lt;br /&gt;bry, "ok, but u also must help k?"&lt;br /&gt;wendy, "okay =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA-HA tt was a JOKE. after the MOST, 12hrs. we'll be back to sq one.&lt;br /&gt;oh at least i still try sms/msn/call him back. after callin him n tell him i'm still angry with him. he wud sound all exasperated n exhausted. its like he's finding me a nuisance. sometimes my mood is so foul tt i cried in sch. after awhile, cool down. smile n crap with frens again. do you think i'm really okae inside? &lt;br /&gt;although i suggested most of the break-ups, he cant be at least a lil bit more nicer. he puts up a front. he gets angry tt i wanted a break up. &lt;br /&gt;bry, "why am i holding ur hand? u're not even my gf."&lt;br /&gt;i admit i behave like tt sometimes but i'm a girl right?  &lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick n tired of crying everyday. even boons said i'm emotionally unstable. hope i wont go crazy. guys, pls pray fer me. only God can make me feel better. thanks nazi n boons fer talking to me. really. love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uploaded pics. linked brenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106382053244962270?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106382053244962270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106382053244962270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106382053244962270' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106346282827332497</id><published>2003-09-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T02:03:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dead beat. headache neckache and eyeache. damn. okae nvm. i'll be fine soon. went back ta sch on thursday and did web graph instead of writcomm. hahaha spent my whole day in the atrium. facing the lap top til my eyes nearly went blind. siyan pock brought the charger for lappy but forgot bout the two pin pluck. nazi borught hers so nazi, siyan pock and i shared. kept switching from lappy to lappy before it dies off. haha completed my story board in sch and went home at...8plus. missed holland v. sighs. just b4 we left the sch, i started to speak like an indian. wahaha. then slowly, we invented a language called the "v language". it was quite difficult to say and understand. gotta have chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy: hey naz, a yr after speakin our v language, we'll all have bunny teeth.   : |=)&lt;br /&gt;naz: HAHAHA wendy stop it. i have no energy to laff anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the people at the bus stop kept staring at us. haha stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;went to sch as usual. had radio. and Mr Yoka is no longer teachin us. so sad kaes. we were very disappointed. he's so lenient and nice. but nvm, we'll be seeing him in yr two anyway. so now our current lecturer is Mr Moris. he's quite good and siyan said he's even better than Yoka. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we're allowed in the studio. this time wasnt splicing. its digital editting. sound so pro right. but i'm not familiar with protool. too bad. haha oh yar! we wanted to take pics in the studio know. should have taken. wasted. cus like thousands of slides and buttons. plus a mike with stand. WAHAHA action onli larhs. but didnt have time. but took some after socpsy. wanted to take crazae pics. but then we were in the atrium(more like fun fair) full of people. so...we refrained ourselves from 'misbehaving'. skipped french cus i was too tired. but dunno why i had the energy to go town. haha yay. i passed my french test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral- 18.5&lt;br /&gt;written- 18&lt;br /&gt;both over 20. not bad eh? but that's only the starting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;went town and bought skechers sneakers. the sale assistant gave me size 7 and i tot i cud fit in but no. it was america size. so i tried size 8 n it fits nicely w/o socks and i was 'fraid it'll be tight n fat with socks. requested for size NINE. SO BIG RIGHT. bot it n wore it. and like, its tt big i cudnt walk properly. hahaha i looked like a clown. went to zara to "borrow" their mirrors. hahaha damn cheap i know but who cares. i buy alot of basic tops from there k. anyways, went back to royal sporting house n changed to size 8. haha so troublesome eh? but the sales assistant was very nice. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after tt. and didnt wanna let mum know i bot new shoes again. so i hid it underneath a shelf outside my place. only after she left then i brought it back home n tried n modelled around the house. i'm sick i know. haha but nvm. my family is very used to it. shit. i think i talked too much todae. gotta go fer supper with candy, chong and sijia. ciaox! take care people. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106346282827332497?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106346282827332497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106346282827332497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346282827332497' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106324613840475199</id><published>2003-09-11T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T10:12:35.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! haha i think i'm finally changing my phone. but not yet. maybe when i come back from sch later. but have totally no idea wort phone to change to. should i get a hp with integrated camera and forget bout digi cam OR buy a colour screen phone w/o camera and buy a digi cam? argh. whatever. i'm crapping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so sickening okae. was downloading adobe photoshop 7.0 til 74% and i got disconnected for God-knows-why. argh. and i gotta rush ta sch ta meet up da pocks already. told kim to bring her cam so tt we can take pics. but she cant make it todae. thats ok. we shall take pics on friday then! haha will upload 'em. stay on for more wacky pictures with da pocks! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106324613840475199?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106324613840475199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106324613840475199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324613840475199' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106321288489874666</id><published>2003-09-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T00:54:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i'm so screwed. havent done writcom and web graph. writcom aint tt bad cus it's a group work. but web graph. sighs. its stupid. i haven't started! so probably gonna burn the dawn fuel. alright. will try update soon again. ciaox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106321288489874666?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106321288489874666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106321288489874666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321288489874666' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106303194471488771</id><published>2003-09-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T11:09:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey coolie! hope you're able to read this entry. i wanna thank you fer everything. i know we are all very busy. still, i love ya n sab kaes? you two babes rock! MUACK. i'm gonna miss ya alot alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven been updating. cus i'm too lazy. anyways. yeap. i'll link my pics as soon as possible. meanwhile, i gotta read up hand outs. ciaox. miss all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! eddie's party was awesome! hehe totally enjoyed myself. we should have more of such parties. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106303194471488771?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106303194471488771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106303194471488771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303194471488771' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106186811612110620</id><published>2003-08-26T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:21:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to nazi's place to stayover. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106186811612110620?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106186811612110620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106186811612110620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186811612110620' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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-5727479.post-106186686673070481</id><published>2003-08-26T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T11:01:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i accidentally. deleted all of my links. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727479-106186686673070481?l=bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106186686673070481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5727479/posts/default/106186686673070481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchington-dot-com.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186686673070481' title=''/><author><name>wEnDeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18099542699257593913</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>
