<?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-5807010</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:17:18.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say im crazy(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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>558</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807010.post-112003904880151516</id><published>2005-06-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T17:57:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ou know whats the most hateful word one can say? 'whatever'. yea. 'whatever'. irgh its so.. pisses me off. please use the word 'fine' instead, for crying out loud. thank you very much.fine. who am i to tell you what to say, huh. haha. you might throw things at me.emaths was last period. we knew mr goh wasnt present today. ..instead of going INto his class where sustitute mr tan was waiting(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/112003904880151516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/112003904880151516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/ou-know-whats-most-hateful-word-one.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-112003895112552319</id><published>2005-06-27T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T17:55:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of term 3.. it started ah-okay. i didnt walk out my house with my bag unzipped, or my blouse unbuttoned. at least nobody came up to me to tell me so.despite the teacher (couldnt recall who) dropping the bombshell on us and announcing o'levels oral on this 30th of june, everything was kindar peachy (:(: especially towards the end. hhurhur.have i told you i have this feeling cindy's gonna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/112003895112552319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/112003895112552319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-of-term-3.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111970424866644444</id><published>2005-06-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:57:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know you're bored when you find yourself reading every single paragraph of every single column of every single page of the magazine.. and reading it out loud expressively with different voices for the interviewer and the interviewee respectively.it was funn (: until my mom caught me and thought i was talking to myself.-cries-. im doomed.its not that ive nothing to do. ironically ive got tons </summary><link 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with my home. my home's great.i just dont feel like going back so soon.hung out with nana at the canteen while waiting for her chem lesson when i should be having geography going home. even she was like, "go home lar, lelaa. go home and play your guitar."what, i cant be here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111943593084631614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111943593084631614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111924570729442428</id><published>2005-06-20T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:35:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahha. somebody stop me!!!! heh. okie okie. i promise im gonna stick to this lay-o. at least for a month.. but yea. dont you think this one's a fly!?!?!right. so thats a weird way of describing a template. but you get my idea..came to school just for chem practical. 26 turned up (: cant say the same for history lesson before that.sigh. i may be satisfied with the outcome of my bloggo, and ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111924570729442428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111924570729442428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111902530910132692</id><published>2005-06-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:22:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm. haha. hi. (: hows it going!?new lay-o. by me myself and i. nuh uh. not very proud of it. i dont have photoshop or what-have-you.. so. explains why it seems.. not quite right. hur..just trying out something new.i ripped down my tagboard.. (: comment box is up, in case you still dont know.no commenting on lay-o, please. thank you very much.ive nothing more to say so there.. :D[EDIT] changed my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111902530910132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111902530910132692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111890686417875770</id><published>2005-06-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:27:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck!!</title><summary type='text'>hahahah!! syak is telling a ghost story over the phone to one of her unfortunate phone pals. haha!im really losing my touch in writing. instead of getting better, im getting..nowhere. i read my past entries and compared them with the recent ones, im like.. hells where did that lelaa go?anywaysm. let me see if i can get this one right....cindy, xinying, norine, ken, liling, yuwen, sriee, wilson, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111890686417875770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111890686417875770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-suck.html' title='i suck!!'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111889849340793912</id><published>2005-06-15T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:08:13.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know..</title><summary type='text'>do you know that when you envy someone, its because you really like that person?that those appear to be very stong in heart, are real weak and most susceptible?that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : i love you, sorry and help me? the people who say these are actually in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111889849340793912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111889849340793912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/did-you-know.html' title='did you know..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111866192681274862</id><published>2005-06-13T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:25:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you seen my shoe?</title><summary type='text'>yea. there's school today. the whole bloody week, in fact. and next week too. and then the week after the next, officially term 3...what? school is good. school's fun.. yup. hells yea. im looking forward to school. im not complaining or anything. at least im trying not to so stop looking at me like that!!!!!!!it feels good to be back to school. not. haha. who am i kidding? i was dreading it.when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111866192681274862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111866192681274862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-you-seen-my-shoe.html' title='have you seen my shoe?'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111842381177219911</id><published>2005-06-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T01:26:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough*</title><summary type='text'>oh im fine.. cobwebs, see.not because ive temporarily abandoned this shit-of-a-blog. more like because there's no tags.come on now. give me a sign. give me a tag.what to tag if i dont update, right? okie so im updating now. im typing a post as i speak. type..whatever.actually nothing's been happening. nothing interesting, to be more specific.i wish i were lina.. attending kayaking competitions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111842381177219911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111842381177219911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/cough-cough.html' title='*cough cough*'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111798983358310922</id><published>2005-06-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:43:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so wrong. so empty.</title><summary type='text'>everything is so wrong!! why!i did a wee bit of compre but i couldnt get my answer the way i wanted it to come out..? and my handwritting..disgusting! i couldnt seem to hold the pen right. my hand hurts instead.i tried to blog but in the end it didnt seem right.. somethings missssiiiing!!!whats happening?i stayed up till 4 am yesterday. meaning this morning. uh. yea. didnt mean to. but caffeine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111798983358310922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111798983358310922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-wrong-so-empty.html' title='so wrong. so empty.'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111789766662496624</id><published>2005-06-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:07:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning part 1..lelaa's style</title><summary type='text'>hi. how's it been? lovely saturday isnt it? i think so too.im listening to this song called Foolish and thats how im feeling. foolish. here i am, trying to clean up my room.who am i kidding?? hahahhaha. lelaa? clean up her room? look at me. im blogging instead.its one of those days.. you know?you're in your room, on your bed, staring at the ceiling with the radio blasting on, drowning everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111789766662496624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111789766662496624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/spring-cleaning-part-1lelaas-style.html' title='spring cleaning part 1..lelaa&apos;s style'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111772734525617003</id><published>2005-06-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:49:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tell me, what stereotype do i fit into?</title><summary type='text'>--Goth--Do you wear black eyeliner?: depends.How much black clothing do you own?: they get infested with cat fur so i dont buy black clothing.Do you think about death often?: no.Do you want to die?: who in the right mind would wanna die?Are you a social outcast?: quite possibly.Are you pale?: nope.Do you cut?: quh-uh. if theres anything id wanna cut now, it would be syak's throat......Do you like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111772734525617003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111772734525617003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-tell-me-what-stereotype-do-i-fit.html' title='so tell me, what stereotype do i fit into?'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111744112546311777</id><published>2005-05-30T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:44:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i laughed while doing the paper</title><summary type='text'>hellu. hannan, if you're reading this? congrats. you found my posts. how was the paper for you anyway?..nerr.....mt o's. over. ooh. to think i should be celebrating.. have to remind myself: this is merely the beginning. bwahahahahahha.yea so lets see.. i didn't have enough time to complete my paper 1. but i have a good feeling about my essay. at least the first paragraph of it haha.you know, god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111744112546311777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111744112546311777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-i-laughed-while-doing-paper.html' title='so i laughed while doing the paper'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111729213464258110</id><published>2005-05-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:55:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is one of the rarest entry.. read on. know me.</title><summary type='text'>i woke up to find lina all dressed up for school. "omigosh..its monday's already!?!!" i jumped down from my bed.."i know time fliies but this is just crazy!!".. and handed on..my sister's camping bag. .."...oh."lina's always away on ncc camps. how funn ): and she always comes back tanned and toned.. and we will always make fun of her when her face starts peeling.its just another way of saying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111729213464258110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111729213464258110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-one-of-rarest-entry-read-on.html' title='this is one of the rarest entry.. read on. know me.'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111720774087038781</id><published>2005-05-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:29:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i ever wanted to do was be nice..</title><summary type='text'>some people dont know how to appreciate niceness kindness when they are being treated with one.. its just so haard to try to like these people.i blame their parents...... wait. i pity them. no. i blame them. eh. i dont know already.im not saying that i want anything in return after what ive done for them. but does it kiiiill to smile or say thank you? talk about manners.yup, i definitely blame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111720774087038781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111720774087038781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-i-ever-wanted-to-do-was-be-nice.html' title='all i ever wanted to do was be nice..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111692853425607090</id><published>2005-05-24T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:55:34.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cannot not care. ps.i love elena ismail LoAds!!</title><summary type='text'>im tired and very sleepy..):correction: i was tired and was very sleepy. now im like energized!!!!!!!! i love you, linaa!!!she surprised me with a guitar when she got back home!!! it was so cool!! shes the coolest sister everrrr!!!!! and guess what. it's exactly the guitar i wanted!!except this one's kindar blueish green/greenish blue/ugly/whatever its definitely not orangey red like the one i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111692853425607090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111692853425607090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cannot-not-care-psi-love-elena.html' title='i cannot not care. ps.i love elena ismail LoAds!!'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111668918152095158</id><published>2005-05-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:26:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closest than my closest friend..someone who will be there till the end.. my sisters~</title><summary type='text'>im sorry but i didn't mean to peep!!! i was just cleaning up the table and there it was: syak's diary..wide opened..a barbie notebook had been never so inviting.the temptation was really strong. i needed strength of an elephant to resist it. ah heck. elephants? weird analogy but you get where im driving at.i saw the words 'birthday wishes' written on that particular page. it was obvious syak was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111668918152095158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111668918152095158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/closest-than-my-closest-friendsomeone.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;closest than my closest friend..someone who will be there till the end.. my sisters~&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111659574027880731</id><published>2005-05-20T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:29:00.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarre!! odd!! out of this world!! ..</title><summary type='text'>i hope it works. sriee and i head for toapayoh library after school to borrow a malay novel or two.. yup yup. we hope this would come in handy for us on this 30th of may. it was weird, being in the malay section. haha. yup. lost the word.maybe it's the lack of good malay (non-indonesian)novelists.. and im not including those who write about love. those are plenty.. ew. malay love novels. no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111659574027880731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111659574027880731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/bizarre-odd-out-of-this-world.html' title='bizarre!! odd!! out of this world!! ..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111649252239101098</id><published>2005-05-19T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:48:42.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-R-A-Z.. to da Y.</title><summary type='text'>everything's getting crazier these days.before i start, i wanna dedicate this entry to HANS!!!! and my ASILA gundu BABE!!! (:i thought since mid years are over, things would get back to normal. or at least slow down a bit. but did it?ohh no. of course not. are you crazy(there the 'c' word)? i, of all people, should have known better. since when things ever go the way you want it, right?i got back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111649252239101098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111649252239101098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/c-r-z-to-da-y.html' title='C-R-A-Z.. to da Y.'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111630315320892653</id><published>2005-05-17T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:35:11.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing</title><summary type='text'>mid year exams are over!! (:ironically, im disappointed its over. i know im crazy but really. i wish i could re-do every single subject, every single paper all over again.im screwed!! haha!! i can picture myself getting my mid year results... nope, not good news. never been. its nothing new, really.but i know what's new!!! the layout!!anyways. why do i not look forward to tomorrow.. probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111630315320892653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111630315320892653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/testing-testing.html' title='testing testing'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111597013766788863</id><published>2005-05-13T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:32:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank god its friday!!! the only time i can bring myself to switch on the computer and blog my heart's desire(: ..without any guilty conscious, if you get my drift.thank god its friday!! so what if its the thirteenth? (:thank god its friday!!! im feeling so good today(: considering amaths paper 1 was a total bitch. and geography paper 1 was.. well, i am sure im capable oaf doing bettar (*simon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111597013766788863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111597013766788863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-god-its-friday-only-time-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111537071567440741</id><published>2005-05-06T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:11:55.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goshhes making eyes at meand i dont mind at alloh my goshhes making my imagination..run w-wild!!some silly song by some person in the basement something.. basement jaxx? silly song. hahha..but i like the words in it. spunkie.but anyways. im here to blog(: im feeling very good about myself for some reason. weirder still, ive got butterflies in my stomach.im just excited that im blogging, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111537071567440741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111537071567440741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-my-gosh-hes-making-eyes-at-me-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111484395951047979</id><published>2005-04-30T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:26:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you just call out my nameand you know wherever i amill come runniing to see you again.winter, spring, summer or fallall you gotta do it call.and ill be there, yea yea yea..you've got a friend.ironically..i dont feel like ive been much of a friend lately.mcfly's rendition of that song rocks(: the music video's really touching and sweet. and danny teared! danny, my mann(: aww..the more i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111484395951047979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111484395951047979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-just-call-out-my-name-and-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111460712877892359</id><published>2005-04-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:05:28.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weirdest thing just happened today..i was at popular, browsing through some assessment books when this guy suddenly got up beside me and.. yea, just stood there.when i told this to sriee, who was at that time at the other corner of popular, she screamed, "was he cute?"well..... no. in fact, he's actually physically disabled. he could walk and all but he didn't look like teenage boys our age. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111460712877892359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111460712877892359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/weirdest-thing-just-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111415748459754745</id><published>2005-04-22T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T16:11:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>booya!! (:just so you know, its not that im desserting my blog. i would never do that! blogspot is almost like my life, my own little sanctuary, my own little space..but because mid years are just around the corner, throwing little pieces of thingies at me when im not looking, ive no choice.. so im going to be like on a hiatus..almost like. because im still gonna make an effort to drop by and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111415748459754745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111415748459754745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/booya-just-so-you-know-its-not-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111374866366601783</id><published>2005-04-17T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:43:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo ya!! ahhaha. ive missed doing this.. ahha. staring at this initially empty post, recalling the things that had happened, and let my creative juices flow as i fill this space up.correction: let my remaining creative juices flow, that is.biology flow charts and history mindmaps require lots of them, just so you know. heheh im so proud of myself! ive started revision!! ((: ive a good feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111374866366601783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111374866366601783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo-ya-ahhaha.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111322081757698460</id><published>2005-04-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:00:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo ya! c(:ive got an sms from some guy named ___.. and it was funny how it al started:"hi ya. my name is ___.""uh hello.""mind intro?""mind telling me where you get my number?""...from a bus. i think.""bloody hell! which bus?""132."somehow something tells me hes a guy from my school.. and i was right. woo hoo. just what i needed now isnt it....ive got better things to worry about. like: how on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111322081757698460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111322081757698460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo-ya-c-ive-got-sms-from-some-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111287210419720034</id><published>2005-04-07T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:26:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aha. heyloo! heh. showtiime..i was approaching the stop at school. dicky and rasheedi were there and suddenly rasheedi exclaimed in my direction, "hurry la dey. we waiting for you, you know!"........ instant blank look. he couldn't be talking to me. i turned around. hannan was behind. of course. didnt realized he was behind all along. and he didn't even say hi? what, shy!? hurhur.i went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111287210419720034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111287210419720034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111261745658170376</id><published>2005-04-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:24:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>describe a moment when you felt really good about yourself.. somehow you know you've done something worthwhile, not necessarily something big, but it matters alot to you...okie maybe it's just my passion to make a difference in someone--anyone's--life. so lending a helping hand or a listening ear or maybe share an advice etc makes me feel really good about myself.especially when that someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111261745658170376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111261745658170376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/describe-moment-when-you-felt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111242576955130672</id><published>2005-04-02T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:09:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yea well im sorry if i havent been blogging regularly like i have always been and should. ...(if you're waiting for an explanation, you can keep on waiting because there ain't any.)my mind's a whirlpool of emotion. don't know what i'm feeling. so many things that need my attention. but cant attend to them all. im no supergirl you know.yes of course you do. im anything but supergirl.ive been doing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111242576955130672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111242576955130672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/04/yea-well-im-sorry-if-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111227782723302926</id><published>2005-03-31T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:03:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many stories to share(: so little tiime!! ):jocey(yes, you. JOCELYN). im nothing like you lor. eehhe. i need to buy a big thiick book to cramp in all the sorts of weird/funny/inspiring/mrs.jeya 'quotes' i may and had come across. ive already compiled a few(: no wait. A LOT. aaha.now whenever i feel like crap, all i gotta do is browse through it(: never fails to put a smile on my face. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111227782723302926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111227782723302926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-many-stories-to-share-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111200883569363335</id><published>2005-03-28T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:20:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was like whoa. things were moving really fast.social studies first period.. miss khai: "okie good morning class!! complete one essay question for me. refer to mind map and lecture notes to elaborate. awright. get out of my class."i know i know. you're going, "huh.." but really. it seemed like that!!! we got to class. we sat down. she wrote down the question on the board. we had a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111200883569363335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111200883569363335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-like-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111158823575435143</id><published>2005-03-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:30:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this layout(: maybe because its grey and i love grey(: and i love the written words too. some song by some boyband. westlife i think. asilaa, this was the song we heard at delifrance riight?! ehhe.i love this layout so much.actually no. i just hated the previous one.(this is lela by the way.. layout's not really completed yet because i cant be bothered..not today.)but really. i like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111158823575435143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111158823575435143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-love-this-layout-maybe-because-its.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111149830945911048</id><published>2005-03-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:35:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been faaalling.. faalliiing..girl im falling for you.and i pray you're falling tooo..ive been falling, faalling.ever since the moment i lay eyes on you.ahahha..gosshh.has always been like this.you know what this means right?when i listen to old nsync songies..(:that sunday..went to the cemetary to visit dad's grave.and gmum's and gdad's.ahah.havent been there for months now.it's like all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111149830945911048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111149830945911048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-been-faaalling.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111125192871475198</id><published>2005-03-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:14:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what, no messages?this is depressing.nobody misses me, it seems.must be this new layout.ahahha its awright.im kindar used to it now(':the layout and you'all not missing me.ahhahaha reverse psychology rocks.so what you guys up to?(:i havent been blog hoppingbecause ive been really busy.you know,with the killer assignmentsand all.pfft.add that one to my 'why i hate term breaks' list.oh what?ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111125192871475198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111125192871475198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-no-messages-this-is-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111112664709626173</id><published>2005-03-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:17:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its friday already..</title><summary type='text'>no i haven't finish my hols ass. signments.i know nuts about trigonometry!!! i blame miss teo lee loo. anyway, have you seen her around school lately? she seems so at ease(: yup..ever since she aint teaching us anymore.she owes us big.i haaate this new layout like i hate that moby song. aaarrggghhhh. what have i done..guess i just needed a break from the work ive been doing lately. but it seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111112664709626173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111112664709626173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-friday-already.html' title='its friday already..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111080683204640259</id><published>2005-03-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:27:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh, people. come on. cooperate with me here!!</title><summary type='text'>the title has nothing to do with today's entry(:my sister's friend once told her, who later told me, that she thought i looked scary. aww come onnnn...... today this guy from school actually ran when he saw me.imagine how hurt i was.ahhahahahahahahahahha.(i felt some what superior, more like. murhahahhahahahha)i was meeting nana at ang mo kio mrt this morning. and i was well..i wasn't late. she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111080683204640259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111080683204640259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/laugh-people-come-on-cooperate-with-me.html' title='laugh, people. come on. cooperate with me here!!'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111071978717761992</id><published>2005-03-13T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:16:27.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one ball, two balls..</title><summary type='text'>last night. caffeine stayed in me till 4(: i love you, caffeine.what did i do till 4.. i did my emaths, which fyi right? i failed by just one frigging mark.. aarggh!! but sweet dennis goh(hahahhahaha) put a 50 in my progress report(:other than my maaths.. i just couldn't help it but..irgh..play my guitar. aaahh hate that phrase: play my guitar. i mean, its not like im anywhere near good at it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111071978717761992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111071978717761992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-ball-two-balls.html' title='one ball, two balls..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111063328865297491</id><published>2005-03-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:14:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a friend and my friend is caffeine</title><summary type='text'>yea. yesterday. last day of term one(: welcoming the hols with arms wide openn.bring it on.initially i wasnt really looking forward to hols. i mean, id rather go school see wedgie!! and study ha ha right. it is my Os and im determined to heed hans' advice to put my heart, mind and soul(: into it.then again, hannan did kindar bring up a point. to enjoy the hols first and then study like hell. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111063328865297491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111063328865297491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-have-friend-and-my-friend-is.html' title='i have a friend and my friend is caffeine'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111044768174454466</id><published>2005-03-10T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:11:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warning: supa long entry.. to make up for those entryless days.okie not really. ahah.lets start things off with this..survey thingie i painstakingly copied off from noratiah larry's(: i like the questions. you've got a problem? i believe not.before that.. just to say my comment box aint working. i think? i cant seem to post comments. so id like to say it here:thanks so much, vanessa and noratiah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111044768174454466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111044768174454466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/warning-supa-long-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111019591934913032</id><published>2005-03-07T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:45:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you mean the world to me</title><summary type='text'>my gmum passed away): father's side gmum. but still my gmum.. and even though our relationship was constrait after dad's death....and the whole money thing with my mother, i still cared and loved her so.hais.. and just this morning i was telling sriee about this lame scary story my late gmum used to share with me when i was a kid.wonder what would happen if it were *my* gmum.. who has been with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111019591934913032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111019591934913032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-mean-world-to-me.html' title='you mean the world to me'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-111003365256146787</id><published>2005-03-04T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:40:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid</title><summary type='text'>how time flies, huh? its friday.. agaain. this is funny. ive never thought i would feel this way on a friday. i almost dread it.anyways. i had my share of fun today. so. this is life huh? one minute you're on a rollercoaster ride.. ooh wahh.. and having the time of your life. and then it abruptly stops and there. off you go now.chemistry was first period and we played with models of alkanes. ahah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111003365256146787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/111003365256146787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/paranoid.html' title='paranoid'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110985970895050498</id><published>2005-03-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:21:48.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lelaa's back with a vengence..</title><summary type='text'>okie so it sounds really cool and stuff, but no. no vengence whatsoever. im still the same.im not sorry for not blogging because it seems nobody even realized. im not complaining. im just saying. im really fine with this whole blog of mine being unnoticed. i think i like it this way.but i know hans reads daily, if not more often than some of you.. pfft. haha. he doesn't do comments. maybe i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110985970895050498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110985970895050498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/03/lelaas-back-with-vengence.html' title='lelaa&apos;s back with a vengence..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110949094022667772</id><published>2005-02-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:57:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturdays can never get this rough</title><summary type='text'>rough day. hais.met sriee at ang mo kio central. but kanna caught up in the rain. so i was at this bus stop, blowing bubble gum, and she was at the bus stop across mine. by the time i got there, it was about time and my face was covered with bits of gums. go figure.caught up with norine, ken, they-all... watched the dance works thingie. then walked to the community centre to get the donation can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110949094022667772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110949094022667772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturdays-can-never-get-this-rough.html' title='saturdays can never get this rough'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110934451153696119</id><published>2005-02-25T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:37:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wedgie.. my doughnut..</title><summary type='text'>rough day today. what a way to end a lovely week.. a lovely week of tests and.. more tests. ironic huh?sigh! life's a wedgie.wedgie.. reminds me of weijie. hahahhahahahhahha..what? it sounds aliike!!! :pdoughnut/jayjay/ryan is sleeping((: aww.. like about tiime. he was shrieking his little lungs out for the past hour..it's a kitten, by the way.. yeahh. his name's doughnut. while he was with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110934451153696119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110934451153696119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-wedgie-my-doughnut.html' title='my wedgie.. my doughnut..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110916743496396311</id><published>2005-02-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:23:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lelaa? future mrs han!?</title><summary type='text'>wanna hear something funny? ryan thinks i like xianyao!!? actually it's not funny lor. it was traumatizing to hear. for me, that is. becase it's not true..ryan was like going, "let's say you were to marry him.. what would your name be?""nerr.. mrs han, i guess." and i was saying to myself, lelaa han.. hahahhahah. so doesn't have a ring to it lor."what about him?""well.. if he converts, which he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110916743496396311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110916743496396311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/lelaa-future-mrs-han.html' title='lelaa? future mrs han!?'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110899591983605308</id><published>2005-02-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:25:19.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaaahahah! i got my bubble-gums! finally! aaaaaaahahhaha.. heh. thanks, oreo t. can i call you oreo t? haha.i was struggling with the gaseous exchange of man--okie fine, i was sleeping!!--when momma was like, "hey. there's something for you in the mail."my eyes flashed. i would have jump up and down on my bed but then again, didn't want to make it look so suspicious.inside i was screaming, aaah!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110899591983605308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110899591983605308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/aaaahahah-i-got-my-bubble-gums-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110882766925847720</id><published>2005-02-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:41:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruise..</title><summary type='text'>we had a cruise to pulau semakau. the ideal answer to how it went: lots of fun yet educational and informative. the honest answer: tiring, exciting at first and draggy at the end.waited so long for the frigging buses to arrive take us to the pier. we were already tired and lethargic even before it all started.ahahah and then the buses finally arrived and our energy were all miraculously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110882766925847720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110882766925847720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/cruise.html' title='cruise..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110873391388577223</id><published>2005-02-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:40:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temasek poly open house..</title><summary type='text'>was fun!! (: the beginning and the middle, at least. the end was kindar sucky because we got very tired walking around and pretending to understand the stuffs those guys were saying. hahah.. the campus is like huge. enough said.the beginning was really exciting.. haha. we got a supa cute GL. hhhahahhahah. but anyway yea. hahha. he introduced to us the diploma of info technology.....sriee and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110873391388577223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110873391388577223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/temasek-poly-open-house.html' title='temasek poly open house..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110854610261143154</id><published>2005-02-16T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:28:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to think we had something special called friendship</title><summary type='text'>splitting migraine.. and everywhere everything hurts. how the pharq am i gonna study in such state!?hate blogging about insecurities and other stuffs that bothers me now. it kindar displays my vulnerability and thats not something id wanna do very often.. at all, for that matter.pushing everything to the back of my head now.... push and shove, push and shove.irgh!! mean people suck!!!right. now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110854610261143154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110854610261143154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-think-we-had-something-special.html' title='to think we had something special called friendship'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110848082981273298</id><published>2005-02-15T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:20:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zZz</title><summary type='text'>today was soo tiring. -cries-. not like we did anything that requires such crazy amount of energy.. but it just seemed. tiredness recognizes no boundaries. ..what the hell were those prefects standing along the pathway like that?? it was freaki.. it was like as if they were gonna pounce on me any second.... id rather have the p. haha right. id rather have meishie going, 'lelaa! morniiing!!' even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110848082981273298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110848082981273298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/zzz.html' title='zZz'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110838152923872879</id><published>2005-02-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:45:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooo hes a tease ooo</title><summary type='text'>i was dreading school for some reason i just couldn't put my fingers on. ha ha. who am i kidding?? i can give you a thousand and one!! one of them being its a monday and another because i was so so so tired after yesterday...i was over my cousin's house, baking cookies. i was there the whole freaken day, watching their cable tv and.. the oven. didn't want my cookies to over cooked, you see. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110838152923872879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110838152923872879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/ooo-hes-tease-ooo.html' title='ooo hes a tease ooo'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110819047245079038</id><published>2005-02-12T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:41:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"maybe next time"</title><summary type='text'>i dont listen to malay songs that much.. okie, i dont listen at all.. ha. ha. but when im hooked to one, i'll make it my anthem and listen to it 24/7.im talking about this indon band called peterpan.. not disney peterpan no. that was what i thought initially too. was like, "what this world becoming to? what weird names for bands. failed act la.. heartache asylum la.. hahahhaha.. -looks at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110819047245079038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110819047245079038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/maybe-next-time.html' title='&quot;maybe next time&quot;'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110812863802992428</id><published>2005-02-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:18:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flo is an unpredictable thiing</title><summary type='text'>you wanna know something funny? funny here meaning extraordinary. extraordinary and disturbing.. (hahha familiar phrase..)okie the funny thing: the later i wake up, the earlier i got to school.. ooh yeh. scream!! hahaha. i was early to school though i woke up half an hour later than usual(: have you ever realize, the closer you are to school, the later you reach. i do, at least.sriee was absent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110812863802992428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110812863802992428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/flo-is-unpredictable-thiing.html' title='the flo is an unpredictable thiing'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110792630698056237</id><published>2005-02-09T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:34:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much $$ a discipline and a conscience??</title><summary type='text'>some holidays. pfft. so many stuffs to do.. and not related to any relaxation of any sort! you know what i mean.momma wants to watch constantine but i don't. id love to but i can't. i was telling her, "my os, momm, my os!!"haha yes. im so proud of myself! i was. 3 seconds after those words came flying outtarf my mouth and went smack in her face. and then now im regretting it..lelaa..keannu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110792630698056237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110792630698056237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-much-discipline-and-conscience.html' title='how much $$ a discipline and a conscience??'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110777456025817646</id><published>2005-02-07T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:15:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats so wrong..</title><summary type='text'>im like, oh yeh valentine's day!! totally forgot. serious! tsk. but then ar. somehow. this year, i dont feel the.. you know.. the Feeling. feeling Feeling.Feeling's just not there.im like all mixed up. do i like him for who he is, or just because hes single and available all over again? thats like supa Wrong....having baad stomachache. must have been the chicken briyani.salmia was trying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110777456025817646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110777456025817646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/thats-so-wrong.html' title='thats so wrong..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110765808872252140</id><published>2005-02-06T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:25:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>b.e.a.u.tiful sunday morning, don't you think? ((: nothing beats listening to mooney suzuki on a cheery crazy day like this..wokie yeh. so its a little humid and warm.. but, hey, who's complaining??? ... besides everybody?i am aliive and amplifiied!!!turn me up and turn me up and turn me up~ i am aliive!aaahh!!aaaahhh!!!aaaahhhhhh!!hahah i love the screaming part. those people seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110765808872252140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110765808872252140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/b.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110750752346555505</id><published>2005-02-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:58:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chemistry practical was awriight i guess. boring but awriight. ive already done those frigging experiments with mrs j. and now i was switched to miss khor's, and she wanted us to do that same experiment.. so instead of mixing chemicals and observing the reaction, i was copying weijie's answers on the previous experiment, which i was supposed to be doing with mrs j but because i was switched to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110750752346555505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110750752346555505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/chemistry-practical-was-awriight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110743692120912234</id><published>2005-02-03T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:31:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahhaahhahaahha new keyboard!!!!! ((: sooo cool. jocelyn cant tease me now. muahahhahha. that idiot.. irghhh.at first it was the exclamation mark.. that sucks, okie. it makes all my words sound smooth, even though i was like raging mad. but my caps lock was working and jocelyn went like, "wouldnt it be nice if that didn't work too?" and i called her a bastard. and she said, "and vulgarities too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110743692120912234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110743692120912234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahhaahhahaahha-new-keyboard-sooo-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110733673835339642</id><published>2005-02-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:32:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lelaa says to hannan one day, "i may not like him but the feelings still inside. and which is naturally disappearing as we speak, thank gawd." haha what a lie. there's no 'feelings inside' whatsoever. lelaa's a free girl.lelaa is me. okie thats stupid. everybody knows that(:everybody also knows that this is a small world. very very small. literally and figuratively.. wonder if gabe is reading</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110733673835339642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110733673835339642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/lelaa-says-to-hannan-one-day-i-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110725953183675120</id><published>2005-02-01T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:05:31.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"all my friends with the name 'han' is all very good looking, you know? and hannan's not that bad himself!"i was like, gawking at miss khai going, ..you.have.got.to.be.kidding.me..hahah joke(: i cant say that about a friend, can i.. wahahhahahhapfffthahhahaha. but really, that was what miss khai said to the class about him like as though he wasn't there.anyways.. he's not the only one who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110725953183675120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110725953183675120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-my-friends-with-name-han-is-all.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110716667010048663</id><published>2005-01-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:17:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got back from school and i am soo tired. pouts-. long day today. it seemed long. taps fingers on keyboard, not knowing what else to say-. anyways. yeh..irghhhh!!!i just haaad to be there when he went off with his gf, hm!? no wait. lets turn the table shall me? *they* just haaad to be there when i was about to go home, hm!?!so instead i stayed in the canteen and waited for meyaa to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110716667010048663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110716667010048663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-got-back-from-school-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110695812474991892</id><published>2005-01-29T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T08:24:36.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>momma can be unreasonable at most times, but i love her to microbits.my sisters can drive me insane but i still do love them. even if i don't show it AT ALL. hahahaha.my gmum can be really irritating and i am always teasing her, but she knows i love her.sriee can be seriously scary sometimes with her sarcastic and crude remarks but i love her all the same.nana tend to be too straightforward</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110695812474991892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110695812474991892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/momma-can-be-unreasonable-at-most.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110681454111969462</id><published>2005-01-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:29:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i pissed off the guy who almost wanted to get me a guitar. so it seemed at first..he was like, "what's your budget?" and "what type?" and "im not selling you mine but i can get you good offers."so i was really exhilarated .. at some point there.. so he asked for my contact and i gave him my number and all of a sudden.."you can go to peninsula plaza and check it out yourself."i was like....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110681454111969462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110681454111969462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-pissed-off-guy-who-almost-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110673248699023880</id><published>2005-01-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:43:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soo tiring. tiring than yesterday and i didn't do anything today. in fact i got straight home after school. i haven't done that for ages(:im like in a whirlpool of emotions.. ]:this morning, hannan texted me at around 6, continuing where we left off last night. was like, whaada??.. i mean, i wasn't even up yet. and he was already trying to ruin my morning.our 'argument' went on till i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110673248699023880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110673248699023880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/soo-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110666381767600482</id><published>2005-01-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:36:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sucky day. but glad it happened(: what hurts you make you stronger, yes?thanks sriee. hahah. for sticking with me the whole nightmare, instead of being pissed off with me for dragging you into it. hahahha. shhht. glad that happened when i was with you(:thanks asila. feels better after sharing with you. hope things will be awright on your side(:thanks hans! ((: so sweet, you. hahah. wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110666381767600482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110666381767600482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/sucky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110656062260480921</id><published>2005-01-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:57:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time really flies huh.i wish it would do the same for bio with mrs j. somehow her lesson seems to take ages.. you look at the clock. it's 1.00pm. half an hour later you look up again but the clock insists its only 1.03. doesnt that make you wanna scream?there's bio first period tomorrow. but thank god there's sriee.once in a while, it's pretty nice reaching school before the bell(: sucky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110656062260480921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110656062260480921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/time-really-flies-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110648564145555737</id><published>2005-01-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:07:21.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha momma bought blessings. taufik's album. hahah. this is like wowness. never in a million years i thought she would actually buy a music cd(:where's the track that's what friends are for, hm!?went window shopping with cousin lili after lunch at banquet in compass point.. and she came across this funky-looking purple dress. she was crossed there wasn't any for her size.i was like, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110648564145555737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110648564145555737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/haha-momma-bought-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110637461111981746</id><published>2005-01-22T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:16:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had good charlotte chronicles of life and death blasting in my stereo while trying to study my chem.. but instead of getting the factors(affecting the rate of reaction) into my head, i was getting something else instead.the songs in the albums make me think about stuffs alot. which is a good thing. i mean, thinking is good. but not when you've got so much assignments to do and you are merely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110637461111981746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110637461111981746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-had-good-charlotte-chronicles-of.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110623367563461943</id><published>2005-01-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:07:55.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the eve of hari raya haji on the year of 2001.. marks the event that has changed my life. it hurts thinking about it still. but at the same time, i feel somewhat grateful that it happened...? may sound cruel but hey, what hurt you makes you stronger. unless you got killed in the process or something. hurhur.(:school was .. uh. stuck... you know what? forget it. my vocab is limited. its a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110623367563461943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110623367563461943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/eve-of-hari-raya-haji-on-year-of-2001.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110613656956585400</id><published>2005-01-19T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:09:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whadup.. i'm awriight. despite the fact that i probably bring bad luck to this ol' flame of mine.. hah. sad, you know. the first time i knew him, and i talked to him, he just broke up. that was pretty long ago. and then i talked to him quite recently, and boom baby..:"broke up with gf le. like tt lorhs. lol."orh. lyk tat horh?haha but my first reaction was, awriiight!! hah! and then i got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110613656956585400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110613656956585400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/whadup.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110596101340293843</id><published>2005-01-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:33:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>monday was peeachy! (: what a day to kick start the busy week. you know what i mean.. tests and stuff. boo. anyway, scroll doown to see my entry on the tiger cup.. yeh.just had emaths test and it wasn't friendly. so what if i almost laughed my tonsil out 3 minutes straight before the test? i laughed all my statistic prior knowlegde out the window.haha damn i hadn't laugh that hard since.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110596101340293843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110596101340293843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-was-peeachy-what-day-to-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110585811153551262</id><published>2005-01-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T14:48:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm going to the finals. yayness (: nabz hates me now. syid will kill me. twinz are trying their best to make me change my mind. but nothing is ever gonna.not even my own mother. well.. she did give me that sarcastic 'do-whatever-makes-you-happy-you-ungrateful-little-vermin' face when i asked her for the n-th time whether she really really really do allow me to go.so in response, i gave her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110585811153551262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110585811153551262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-going-to-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110569703666874896</id><published>2005-01-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:03:56.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got drunk today.. okie. drunk a little too strong. i just got a little hiiigh. high on mocha..i dropped off the bus at my stop, walked the usual route.. and straight past my flat. i went to the nearest cheers, which is actually quite far but if you like to walk and you love the breeze and you're dying of thirst, you would go miiiles.i was like in a trance..... i kept walking and walking, my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110569703666874896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110569703666874896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-drunk-today.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110561329545769904</id><published>2005-01-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:14:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've missed blogging, baby(: i intended to blog last night but i was 'a prisoner of my own brain', as quoted by noratiah larry who owes me bubble gums and when the heck are you coming to singapore?okie i've got loads to blog about but all the stuffs are like at different corners of my mind and i'm not sure which event happened first. so.. i'm going to just type whatever that comes to mind first</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110561329545769904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110561329545769904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-missed-blogging-baby-i-intended-to.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110536115094060515</id><published>2005-01-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:45:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohkay. besides the fact that i almost died twice today on tender age of 15-going-16-on-the-5th-of-july-which-is-soon-but-long-enough-for-you-to-think-of-a-present-to-get-me, i think my monday has been pretty awright((:haha try beating that.ryan thought i'm going out with hannan!? when i told her no she said i should. and she used the word 'compatible'..compatible!? in what way? on second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110536115094060515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110536115094060515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/ohkay.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110525103044452262</id><published>2005-01-09T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:25:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uncle aip asked if i wanted to go watch the finals indonesia versus singapore next sunday at the stadium.. i screamed hell yeh!the last time i went to watch soccer liive was effing ages ago, baby.. anyway, i was draagged by my dad and i wasn't at all interested.it was at night and i was scared because everyone there was screaming their heads off and it seemed like i was at the wrong place at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110525103044452262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110525103044452262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/uncle-aip-asked-if-i-wanted-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110508515637687402</id><published>2005-01-07T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:05:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahhahah.. early in the morning khor's already looking for trouble with me.hello!and it's a friday!finally!!hahahha.i've been waiting for friday since monday.seemed to be taking its bloody time.moving on, ar.lela ismail chemistry illiterate..full stop.i heard mrs j might be taking over miss k for chem.pii ah!i can hardly understand her bio classand she wants to teach chem??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110508515637687402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110508515637687402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/wahhahah.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110490851408591023</id><published>2005-01-05T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T15:25:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so for the first time since i don't know when.. i trim my nails. and i really mean trim.not that all these while i hadn't! gosh.. i have a way in cutting my nails la.. yeh. and that way always gets me into trouble with mrs vivian tan. even though i cut them, it's still considered long. hm. go figure.i wouldn't cut it if it weren't for my g(: i play better now!! i can play michelle's till i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110490851408591023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110490851408591023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-for-first-time-since-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110483709112966863</id><published>2005-01-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:11:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2nd day of school was so much more relaxed..? hahahha. especially chemistry lesson.miss khor was super cute today(: hannan almost made her roll on the floor laughing.alright now do i get your attention?nah. i don't think anybody reads anybody's blog anymore. beats me.hey i'm cool with it. but they sure don't know what they are missing here!!! :pi think i kind of pissed lina off? because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110483709112966863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110483709112966863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/2nd-day-of-school-was-so-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110475438316295713</id><published>2005-01-03T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:13:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i hadn't dropped my phone from my decker bed,i wouldn't jump down to retrieve it.yes, understandable..and if i hadn't jump down to get it back,i wouldn't have noticed my gdad watching tv.curious, i went out to check him out.it was a couple of minutes past 11.he was watching soccer.myanmar versus singapore.ooh how could i forget!?!?i woke lina up..(she has the hots for player </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110475438316295713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110475438316295713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-i-hadnt-dropped-my-phone-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110458951264909527</id><published>2005-01-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:11:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005. oohh.sure doesn't feel like 2005.how do you feel 2005, anyway?i haven't pack my school stuffs, yet.in case you're wondering.it's still early la, anyway.saying that on the behalf of all procrastinators of the world(:there's nothing to pack actually.nothing to anticipate about in fact.i'm talking about school here!!!!daamn i used to be optimistic about depressing stuffs like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110458951264909527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110458951264909527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110429099128836786</id><published>2004-12-29T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:29:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that sunday, Cousin Lily, Syak and I went Borders at Wheelock Place..I wish I lived there or something.I bought a calender..Hahhaahahhahha.it's the sort where you tear off the days..50% off.It would be a waste if I don't buy.hehehh.Initially i want to get the 365 cats.then i got to the counter,and i saw 'Get Fuzzy 365 days comic strip'.i got that instead.I love 'get fuzzy'!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110429099128836786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110429099128836786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-sunday-cousin-lily-syak-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110414746749535062</id><published>2004-12-27T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T19:37:47.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a somewhat blast weekend.hurhur.Saturday.We went over my relative's house at Tampines.I. Love. Their. House.So. Cool.I don't really love their house.Haha yeh correct."Make up your mind la."I love the way it's located.It's on the ground floorand just behind.. is a frigging park.Park complete with playground and stuff.if i live there,i would eat and eat like a pig,and not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110414746749535062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110414746749535062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-had-somewhat-blast-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110394890646058862</id><published>2004-12-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T12:41:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>syahira called. "lelaa. we've got into east spring."you have noo idea how fucked up upset i was! but that was really selfish of me. i should be happy for them that they got into a school..i tried sounding cool and calm but i fucked up."Whyy!!!" i screamed into the phone. Then i rephrased myself.. "i mean, where?""Tampines.""of course..am i the first to know?""second actually.""whyy!..'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110394890646058862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110394890646058862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/syahira-called.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110387040597810274</id><published>2004-12-24T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:56:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have nooo idea this bullshit comes with a song!!Sooooo sweet. So not me.At least not the way I want to convey myself.Not this time.I mean, look at the picture.And study my tone.What do you get?I will do the picture later.When I come across a better one..But I did those words. Yup.I've changed the previous cheesy,disgusting, lovey-dovey, cliche-ish stuffs.I do not like cliches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110387040597810274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110387040597810274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-nooo-idea-this-bullshit-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110386513204444598</id><published>2004-12-24T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:12:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said stuff that might offend him.Like when I insulted mel.but i apologized to him after that..even though i know he's cool about it.i mean, it's not him to take jokes seriously.i haaad to apologizebecause its my nature to.or else i won't sleep that night.so i said sorry the next day.he didn't even know i had offended him.maybe i hadn't.not that harsh that i thought i might have been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110386513204444598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110386513204444598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-said-stuff-that-might-offend-him.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110372789568803380</id><published>2004-12-22T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:25:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paige: Are you hormonal or just plain crazy?Piper: One woman can only take so much.Paige: Okay, if these people walk out of their offices, what do you think they're gonna see?Piper: Well, I think they won't be touching my stomach anymore, that's what I think.Paige: Piper, that is not a good enough reason to freeze people.Piper: I think it is.(The elevator doors open. Piper unfreezes the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110372789568803380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110372789568803380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/paige-are-you-hormonal-or-just-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110346819819280223</id><published>2004-12-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:08:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>umeya's belated birthday picnic, or the other way round.</title><summary type='text'>Saturday morningg.I prepared chili tuna sandwiches.20 super small slices..I fed one to my cats,and then 2 for myself.Later..Twins and I met up with Umeya.Then we got her cake,took a cab to East Coastto wait for dearests(?) at Macs.I was carrying Umeya's portable radioand I have itchy handswhich no matter how much I scratch,won't do any good.You know what itchy here means right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110346819819280223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110346819819280223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/umeyas-belated-birthday-picnic-or.html' title='umeya&apos;s belated birthday picnic, or the other way round.'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110328675971067926</id><published>2004-12-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:32:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever since she watched Charmed,she's been dying to have a Phoebe Halliwell's haircut.I'm talking about my mother here..So that's what I gave her.A Phoebe Halliwell haircut.Of course I brought her to the hairdresser la..I didn't cut her hair for her..I'm not scissors-friendly(:No. Make that hair-friendly.I'm always messing up my hair,let alone others. Especially Momma's.Geez.. an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110328675971067926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110328675971067926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/ever-since-she-watched-charmed-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110320710465665381</id><published>2004-12-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:25:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling vulnerable.. )x</title><summary type='text'>Been hiding this for too long.Gotta get it out of my system.I have a sick feelingthat something wrong's gonna happen.I don't know! I hate it!I wish it would go away!But the more I try to pushthe nasty thought out of my head,the more sick I feel.I think maybe it's my conscience.Been ignoring it.Been neglecting my revision.And it's coming to bite me in the ass.I should do something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110320710465665381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110320710465665381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/feeling-vulnerable-x.html' title='feeling vulnerable.. )x'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110312758570978172</id><published>2004-12-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:27:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life has been a series of lost opportunites</title><summary type='text'>The zit is getting smaller.And redder, somewhat.Haha.But I know betterthan to let such stuffbring me down.It's just zits, anyway.-weeps-.It's just zits..Anypoops.Back to the tit.Title.Yesmy lifeequavalent tomany many lost opportunities.It all started when I didn't swappedmy sisters 'mysteriously' at KK Hospitalwhen they were born.Sigh.I was still little anyway.And I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110312758570978172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110312758570978172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-life-has-been-series-of-lost.html' title='my life has been a series of lost opportunites'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110300254620857568</id><published>2004-12-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:29:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen has finally arrived.</title><summary type='text'>When I say queen,I don't mean me.I meant thisstupid stupid stupidfucking zitright on my forehead.It's not really on my forehead.It's just closer to my brow.But who cares!?It's there bulging.It's visible.You see it before you see me.It's ruining my social life,I'm telling you.And here I am complainingabout it in my blogwhere David Yeowould be readingfor all I know.How is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110300254620857568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110300254620857568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/queen-has-finally-arrived.html' title='The Queen has finally arrived.'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110285127528805999</id><published>2004-12-12T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:34:35.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if.. what if..</title><summary type='text'>-} your hair began to fall out?Its not like its gonna fall out all at the same time, rights? See a strand of hair and go fuck.-} your best friend died in a car crash?Cry my eyeballs out. But that won't happen anytime soon or anything because Delfy can't walk.-} your most loathed teacher kissed you?Ewk? For one thing, I'm not gonna be anywhere near him. Distance must be &gt;3-m of radius. So. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110285127528805999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110285127528805999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-if-what-if.html' title='what if.. what if..'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110269350755511853</id><published>2004-12-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:45:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ewk. There's so many ants here..Now. Before you go all ewwiesh and wondering what caused those ants here and thinking of the strangest of possibilities, let me tell you that this is absolutely positively normal.Why?Hold on while I stop for a mo. Ryan Cabrera's True on air!!!! -swoons-.I've waited all my life.. to cross this line.. to the only thing that's true. So I will not hide.. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110269350755511853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110269350755511853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/ewk.html' title=''/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110259565582822272</id><published>2004-12-09T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:40:42.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"dude.. you dropped your balls." </title><summary type='text'>Mom's in a foul mood, behbee): Very very foul. Wonder what happened when I was gone.Went Aspho's house yesterday to watch 2.. yummy movies. Muahahhahaha.Samuel Rizaal. Whoo. A body to dieee for. He's the next [botak!] thing after Lex Luther. (..Lex is cute, okaye!!)But what's with the kissing scenes, man!?This was what happened last night... Hannan said to me, "Hi! Hehheh. I'm baaack!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110259565582822272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110259565582822272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/dude-you-dropped-your-balls.html' title='&quot;dude.. you dropped your balls.&quot; '/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110240290140601808</id><published>2004-12-07T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:01:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.. </title><summary type='text'>So my G is fixed. It's patched up just fine. Literally.Like I said, it's got excess wood hammered to it; from the headstock to halfway down its neck. Haha.Not in a good shape..It's now standing in the corner of my mother's room secured between the bed and this cute little drawer desk which comes with the bed(haha), so that my G won't slide off.(I thought of putting it flat down but afraid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110240290140601808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110240290140601808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/hi.html' title='hi.. '/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110233491429868082</id><published>2004-12-06T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T20:08:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just haad to blog(:</title><summary type='text'>I swear this is gonna be a short one. Hahhahahahahhahah.Whoopie. Strike that(: Like I can ever keep my entries short.Did you know!? Did you know!??! Asila saw my David Yeo last night.. err.. somewhere? MY David Yeo. MY cute-sy Davey Yeoy.Strike that one too. I don't know what's gotten into me.I think it's the Amaths formula, taking over my brain. Hey, Amaths formula! You doing a great job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110233491429868082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110233491429868082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-just-haad-to-blog.html' title='I just haad to blog(:'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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-5807010.post-110222239245637906</id><published>2004-12-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:22:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[EDIT]"she made me do it."</title><summary type='text'>Right now as I doing this, my Gdad is fixing my G. I hope it's gonna work just fiine!! I really love my G!Fuck my loser sisters. I can't believe they would do something like that.Okie fine she was mad at me. Then say so. Pull my hair or gorge my eyes out or something. She didn't have to take it out on my things!!My G, of all things. Just when I thought of trying out that new Cabrera song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110222239245637906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5807010/posts/default/110222239245637906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawtiz-rule.blogspot.com/2004/12/editshe-made-me-do-it.html' title='[EDIT]&quot;she made me do it.&quot;'/><author><name>just lelaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15442098053498115125</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>
