<?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-6822010</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:06:50.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own bloG!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>well.. this is where i'm gonna type all the sheet tt happens in my life. haha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-112056416657945584</id><published>2005-07-05T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:49:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first bo duty</title><content type='html'>yawns... its my first bo duty. have no idea what bo means though.. its definitely not body odour though. i ain't checking anione for bo.. aniwaex..i'm sitting in the operations room.. no.. not hospital.. think army terms.. and, i'm realy bored. y? coz i have to collect all the keys.. bfore i can lock up and go... and stil... some ass.. can't b considerate enuff.. to finish up his business and return me the friggin keys.. 2 keys cause me to sit here for so long.. they sould have like a key drop.. just like they have a book drop? yeah. taking a risk to blog now.. as the guy in charge of me is sitting right opposite me.. but heck.. his reading the papers. and i think he couldn't care ani more than i do. yawnx.. oh well.. this beats guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. i have been in adsd.. air defense systems division for about 2 weeks le.. oh ! oh! i just feel tt i must give a brief history of my army experience so far.. went to bmtc sch 2. p company. section 1. then went of to the afs(air force sch) then off to sembawang camp.. when i had to travel to kaki bukit camp for my class 4 diriving lisence course... then back to afs.. where i had to travel to sungei gedong and adsd for my class 4 s (v200a) course.. and now i'm here.. sitting in the ops room.. even though i'm a driver.. and i have not driven a single cm... since i arrived here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. how is everybodY? anione still read my blog?? meix, hI! u inspired me to write. haha. piggy and let, u still alive? hopefully not. wonder how june is doing..  wonder how mj and the girl are doing. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-112056416657945584?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/112056416657945584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/112056416657945584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056416657945584' title='first bo duty'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-111119315265316557</id><published>2005-03-19T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T08:45:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR VOCATION IS : AFV DRIVER (V200)</title><content type='html'>RETURNED FROM PERTH LAST NITE. had a great time there. stayed for two days at my dad's fren's place. dad's fren is called martini. aniwaex. uncle martini has 2 great kids. one daughter and one son.  the son.. is veri the cute! he looks like the marshmellow man! hahah... his really solid and strong.. although only 8 yrs old.. oh.. and he has no eye brows.. i couldn't find a strand!! the daughter.. only 10.. but dress until very hiao. hhahah.. should grow up to be some chio bu , i think.&lt;br /&gt;now.. must describe the house.. its fabulous! its realy big. has a little garden behind.. i like the whole look.. just soo spacious.. i wish i had pictures.. but i DON"T! best of all.. in the house.. there is a PS2.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. must talk about the weather too.. its HOT and its COOL&gt; depends if u are standing in the sun.. seriously.. in the shade its ncie and cool.. in the sun.. its tooo too hot....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so wat i did in perth.. hmm... first day nothing much.. checked out the shopping centres.. everything is (#&amp;(@&amp;amp;(&amp;()^&amp;amp;@(^ expensive!!! omg.. so ex!!!! even the freaking chocolates are ex! bloody hell... the only thing tts cheap is.. hmm.... NOTHING!!! grrrrr.... make until i everything oso bu she de eat.. sobx sobx..&lt;br /&gt;2nd day..  went up to frementle.. had fish and chips.. yum yum! had mussels.. not so yum yum..&lt;br /&gt;after that went shopping.. nothing much tt i could buy.. since i bOH LUI! so use my eyes and shop instead. oh oh.. and its while shopping i saw the first of 5 auzzies who don't wear shoes.. apparently.. its accepted not to wear shoes.. so.. interesting...ahahha&lt;br /&gt;after that.. had a fantastic dinner.. the beef there is oooooooooooooooo sooooo delicious.. damn! it was good.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day.. we rented a car. mitsubishi magna. 3.5 l. car ain't bad. the pick up is mad. u just step on the accelerator and off it goes. VROOOOMMM.. over taking is a breeze~ =)  but apparently.. ain't good for high speeds.. dad pushed it up to 160km. but it started to feel "light", so as cars are supposed to "sit" on the ground.. did not risk going faster and thus going air borne.. would have loved to see the car break the 200km mark though.. oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;WE drove up to a place called margrats river.. din go pass ani rivers.. went thru alot of wineries though. we booked in to a nice stone cottage =) there was a fire place inside which i tried to start at nite. ain't easy.. requires a certain bit of skill.. but my dad and i.. managed to get it going in the end..however i swear.. if tts all i had to depend on in winter.. i'd b frozen solid.. even with the fire going strongly.. it was hardly warM!! HARDLY!!!.. lucky the nite wasn't tt cold.. so i survived. whew.. OH YAR.. over at tt cottage.. the nite sky is simply beautiful.. stars are all over the sky.. many many many stars!!! sooo beautiful.. never seen so many stars in my life~ LOVELY! =)&lt;br /&gt;the grass is green over there.. flowers stunningly colourful...&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY BAD POINT IS.. the freaking tv.. has only one channel.. and it keeps showing kiddie programmes...&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired.. so much to type.. cutting it short now. 4th day. visited a cave (eye opener) visited a light house (was closed).. still.. it was the most south western tip of auzzie land.. and the ocean is magnificant. the colours are bold and so alive.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. i hate my english.. i feel like i'm some pri student. writing compo! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIWAEX&gt;&gt;&gt; the title... describes wat i'm gonna be for the remainder of my ns life!&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. tts me.. IN THE AIR FORCE.. as driver.. of a ARMOURED FIGHTING VEHICLE! i have the picture of my vehicle in my msn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... if there is ever a war.. i'm gonna die first.. sitting duck.. when faced with missles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-111119315265316557?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/111119315265316557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/111119315265316557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119315265316557' title='YOUR VOCATION IS : AFV DRIVER (V200)'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-110787301982675141</id><published>2005-02-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:30:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mlm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-110787301982675141?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110787301982675141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110787301982675141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787301982675141' title='mlm'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-110787284962235827</id><published>2005-02-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:27:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army </title><content type='html'>booked out for cny..&lt;br /&gt;army life is pretty ok.. when my sergents are not pms mode.&lt;br /&gt;today cny eve.. everyone good mood. so all went well..&lt;br /&gt;i've covered bout half my bmt le..&lt;br /&gt;still wondering if i should chiong.. try be commander nxt time.. or slack.. just be rifle man..&lt;br /&gt;haix...&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex... nothing much to say about the army larx.. veri unlike recruits.. who normally have loads to say.&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sucks..&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;really sucks....................................&lt;br /&gt;man.. there was no foam.. the pple they got to perform suck..&lt;br /&gt;and... the songs they played.. suck too..&lt;br /&gt;like retro and trance..&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yawnx..&lt;br /&gt;damn tired..&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-110457270641574736?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110457270641574736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110457270641574736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457270641574736' title='countdown at sentosa...'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-110381967308595976</id><published>2004-12-24T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:34:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long john silvers</title><content type='html'>i hate the farking place. they always try ways and means to cheat my money!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sooo.... would u like a large lemon tea or green tea to go with ya meal?" -flash fake smile-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A TRICK QUESTION!!!!!! YOU HAVE TO PAY MORE FOR LEMON TEA OR GREEN TEA. WHAT U REALLY WANT IS COKE (WHICH COMES WITH THE MEAL)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CLEVERLY SAID, I WANT COKE!!~ YEAH !!! plus one pt!~&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN......... I STILL KENNA THEIR OTHER TRICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;What i really want is a REGULAR COKE!!!! NOT A LARGE ONE!!! ARGh!!!! STILL MUST GIVE EXTRA!!! WHA.. LONG JOHN.... NIAO NIA.. CHEAT MY MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;SOBX.. MINUS ONE PT...&lt;br /&gt;SO NXT TIME REMEMBER! I WANT.. "SMALL COKE!!!! NO SIDE ODERS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.. DO REMEMBER TO GET FORK.. KNIFE...  KETCHUP.. AND TARTAR SAUCE..&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE LJS IS A CHEAP.. KENNIVING.. DESTARDLY.. SICK, SORRY EXCUSE FOR A COMPANY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER JT'S WORDS!!! THEY WILL SAVE U MONEY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READF MY BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;MERRY XMAS TO ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-110381967308595976?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110381967308595976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110381967308595976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381967308595976' title='long john silvers'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-110207770005640381</id><published>2004-12-03T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:41:40.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dusting of the cob webs!</title><content type='html'>oh my poor bloG!!!! so dusty!!! left untouched for so long!!!! aiyoh................&lt;br /&gt;so how has every one been? how have u peepx been spending ya hols?&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. my hols.. busy spending money! first, i went for a cruise..  lost money there.. then went clubbing two nites in a row.. some more money spent there... then.. i'm gonna be going out some more in the next few days, and dad bdae coming up!!! oh nO!!! where to get all the money!!&lt;br /&gt;and my stoopid school.. needs to take 2 weeks.. bfore it can return me 90 dollarx..&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd.. so much red tape!?!?!?! or are they just too darn poor.. they have to put me on credit..&lt;br /&gt;kinda bored nowl.. ntohing much to do or talk about..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. HI SHAUN!&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. HI PIGGY? pEIYING?&lt;br /&gt;WHO READS MY BLOG ANI MORE ANIWAEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-110207770005640381?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110207770005640381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110207770005640381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207770005640381' title='dusting of the cob webs!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-110058302083845254</id><published>2004-11-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T13:30:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>hey ho peepx! in the midst of my exams.. a terrible affair. aniwaex.. will blog more when i'm done with the bloody papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi becs! long time no see~ how did u find my blog then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey two pigges! can i please call the big bad wolf to eat the both of u uP!!! ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi peiying =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-110058302083845254?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110058302083845254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/110058302083845254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110058302083845254' title='exams'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109880065398931075</id><published>2004-10-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:24:13.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may yee</title><content type='html'>lum may yee tt is.&lt;br /&gt;wha.. she is so chio. even my mom says so. hahah&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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watched driven on channel 5. so cool. just wait till i get my freaking driver lisence. i'm gonna rev the freaking car like tt. hahaha. oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. gtg take my napfa on wed. coz if i dun , it means i have to go in early for the army. and tt would be terrible. i'm supposed to enter on dec 10, and tts bcoz i have not completed my napfa yet. so must quikli go and do it. onli have two worries. one is pull ups. biggest worry. 2nd is seat and reach. other minor worries include seat ups. and shuttle run. i'm just afraid i might cock up.&lt;br /&gt;in ani case, i shall go look for my steriods later. haha.. as well as buy some red bull, white shark, lucozade, and watever else there is. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went dr hse. studied from afternoon till 6 at nite. kinda pleaseed with myself i guess. read thru 10 plus chapters of mgmt. read. not study. but its better than nothing. the clock is ticking down really quick. time is a luxury i dun have le.  so, wat am i doing here? i have no clue either.&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, hi to the pple reading this.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while yeah?&lt;br /&gt;frankli.. i'm realli scared of the a's. its real terrible..&lt;br /&gt;and still i can't wait for them to end.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder.. how my life will be. how it will turn out. which direction will i b pointed in due to my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, if only i had better skin. a better physique. maybe better eye sight. more charm? my results wouldn't matter so much now. or maybe, if my dad was like really rich. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say studying sucks. i just can't get started. as in really started. god damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109871153106420982?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109819092793878747?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109819092793878747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109819092793878747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819092793878747' title='lum may yee'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109784536604249335</id><published>2004-10-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:02:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wealth or health.</title><content type='html'>damn. rite now. i would settle for healtH!. feel like crap. feel like i got hit by a bus.. make tt a double decker. or maybe a bendy bus. how to study for a's like tt!! wha lao...&lt;br /&gt;damn it.. not enuff time le. i should have st arted way earlier!! farK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. thank god for tt sg idol jerry. his bloody face.. makes me wanna luff everytime i see it. he is perpetually owaes smiling. i think there is a screw lose or smth.. it was down to leandra and jerry.. and i had wanted jerry out.. when i suddenli realised i wanna see his kiam pa face some more.. and hope leandra would get kicked out. btw, i think christoper looks damn fat in his elvis costume. omg.. can anione say ba zang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. i have no more msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109784536604249335?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109784536604249335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109784536604249335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109784536604249335' title='wealth or health.'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109746287512318463</id><published>2004-10-11T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:47:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your wish is my command</title><content type='html'>Party Mojo @ chinablack 2nd dec $16per ticket+1 free drink...free doorgifts and menicure .$5per glass,$15 per jug.Hiphop,RnB,Top40s ,Andre96750562 help me put on ur blog can? thanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u go andre.. although u do noe tt.. december is like how mani months awaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109746287512318463?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109746287512318463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109746287512318463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109746287512318463' title='your wish is my command'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109739040328757712</id><published>2004-10-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:40:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a joke.</title><content type='html'>one day this man took a taxi from the air port to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man asks the uncle " uncle, go town nid how long?"&lt;br /&gt;uncle says " i dunno larx"&lt;br /&gt;man says " uncle, estimate larx, qi ma yao duo jiu?!"&lt;br /&gt;uncle says.. "qi ma ar... wah.. yao hen jiu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u all get the joke?&lt;br /&gt;its a play with words! i HOPE U GET IT! u IDIOTS ALL!!! MUAHHAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. lalalallala.. i'm bored man!~ exams are going uP! woohOOOO! time to die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yesterdea, went to play soccer! cooL! i was happi with my performance! getting better! yIPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;althoguh.. i do have some nagging injuries. but wth! passion for the gamE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRENZ FERDINAND - take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY DON"T U NOE?! u SAY U DON"T KNOW! i SAY .... TAKE ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;ahhah&lt;br /&gt;what a wierd song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if ur lonely.. u noe i'm here waiting for u&lt;br /&gt;i'm jsut a cross hair. i'm just a shot away from u.&lt;br /&gt;and if u nid me.. u leave me broke and shattered alive!&lt;br /&gt;ahhHHhHhhHHH&lt;br /&gt;aHHhHhHh&lt;br /&gt;i know i won't be leaving here without u~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumX*&lt;br /&gt;*electric guitar*&lt;br /&gt;*Weird melody which i absolutely love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY DON"T U NOE?! U SAY U DONT NOE!&lt;br /&gt;I SAY.... TAKE ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;i say U DON"T NOE! don't move *muffled words*&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. onli if u have the song. can u enjoy it. too bad!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. cw supposed to call me. then we go study. so much for tt!! stoopid neh neh!! studying is like how impt?! yet here i am.. online! going thru frenster accounts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooOooOO *jts sees some nice pics of gurls in bikinis*&lt;br /&gt;oh my... *Drool*&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! just saw a pic of june.. there goes my .. erm.. appetite! hahah....&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... if i have a daughter, i wonder what i should call her.. see some pretty interesting names floating around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. and a question i've owaes wanted to noe the answer to&lt;br /&gt;"what are a guy's nipples for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109739040328757712?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109739040328757712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109739040328757712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109739040328757712' title='a joke.'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109689876102713296</id><published>2004-10-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:06:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for shaun</title><content type='html'>ya tag board ain't working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jT!~ says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro, i'm not mood. and i now noe how mash potatoes feel like.. damn..ya blog is mushy. at least it ain't soggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109689876102713296?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109689876102713296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109689876102713296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689876102713296' title='for shaun'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109663286993554031</id><published>2004-10-01T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:14:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12370997"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=12370997&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=2796094"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=2796094&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think this gal is simply delightful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109663286993554031?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109663286993554031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109663286993554031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109663286993554031' title='she bangs'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109629427955321183</id><published>2004-09-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:11:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>had a realli weird dream in the morning. it was a nitemare man! scary.. problem is, i can't remember wat its about.. thank god.. aniwaex.. i do remmeber one part thoguh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the lift. i ran out of the lift door. onli to run into another lift. so its like a corridor of open lifts. running from one lift to one lift.. damn scary.. ahah.. and guess wat i did. to get out, i pressed up. hahahah! damn funni! i'm sho smarT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. then today.. i tanned on top of a hill. din go pool. din go beach. went to this hill in my estate. took of my shirt. laid on one of the benches. and tanned. right on. gonna do it tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of the day. sleeping.w atching tv. eating. damn lousy.. i'm so lousY! gotta study. haha.. study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are all my frens?! bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109629427955321183?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109629427955321183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109629427955321183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109629427955321183' title='my day'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109611456220173522</id><published>2004-09-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T20:18:02.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for june</title><content type='html'>hey june! this is for u! for being so sweet to pluck my eyebrows. hahah&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.. seriousli, thankx june for being june! and for being my fren ! touching rite?!~ ahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... bored .&lt;br /&gt;today went to the beach. kinda ok experience. sun wasn't out. couldn't get a nice tan. sobsob..&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;its after prelims. yet i'm so bored! oh my.. wats this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;no, chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;no, i want chocolate&lt;br /&gt;MUMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;damn funni commercial.&lt;br /&gt;girl is cute&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109611456220173522?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109611456220173522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109611456220173522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109611456220173522' title='for june'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109592555756266216</id><published>2004-09-23T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T15:45:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lurV!</title><content type='html'>Alyssa Chia!!! aka the actress who plays zhao min!~ aiyoh..&lt;br /&gt;y is she so prettY!? why is she sho cute! y are her eyes so bIG! y is her skin so flawless!&lt;br /&gt;y do i wanna ....&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i dun like sheeshas (dun noe how to spell) its some kinda turkish cigarette. man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i learnt how to cook rosemary chicken today! wheee&lt;br /&gt;i shall try some daY!&lt;br /&gt;w00T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109592555756266216?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109592555756266216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109592555756266216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592555756266216' title='i lurV!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109568667141160019</id><published>2004-09-20T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:24:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sy! this is for u!!</title><content type='html'>hi sy!!!! sy is my long lost fren!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;great tt u msged me in frenster! so proud of u! hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109568667141160019?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109568667141160019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109568667141160019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568667141160019' title='Sy! this is for u!!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109568571295677863</id><published>2004-09-20T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:08:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indian food is hot</title><content type='html'>u noe wat. with all the eating my buds and i do everyday. i should like have a mini food revieW!&lt;br /&gt;today.. was another "drain ar drain" day. 14 bucks for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.  lets try do a mini food review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi! welcome all foodies. today, i, jt will bring u to *blank* (i dunno where the place is!!! somewhere near little india) *flashes over enthusiastic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing tian, lai dao le xiao yin du! zai ze li, wo men ke yi kan dao hen duo yi du ren. tts y called little india. xiao yin du you hen duo restaurants. zai mai bu tong de shi pin. you vegetarian, you briyanni, you dosai, you ke zhong ke yang de xiao chi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking thru the small lanes in little india, u will come across many stalls selling stuates, and pictures as well as all sorts of knick knacks. after a tiring walk.. we arive at the apollo banana leaf restaurant (at least i think tts wat its called! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, as this is not working out. i'm gonna scrape this sheet food review thingy. it doesn't invigorate my immagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. suzzane, mj, shaun, narian and i went there.&lt;br /&gt;nice food. nice ambience. even a nice toilet.&lt;br /&gt;we had two types of chicken. one mutton. and one sotong. and fish cutlets. what can i say. "indian food is hot"&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it. i onli ate one piece of sotong!!! noT hAPPI!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sobsob.. i wanna eat more!. oh man.. gonna get fat like narian!!! hwo how how!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dun really noe wat to say about food. its good. its great! i jsut can't describe it. i mean.. wat can i say about chicken!? the chicken was tender. it tasted like chicken. it was fried. but just lightly. not oily. with  just a tinge of spice and lime juice. leaving a subtle and refreshing after taste. hey! i can do this! ahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the other chicken.. it just plain left my tongue numb. ahahha.. okie.. i'm realli lazy about this. so i ain't gonna type animore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex. wanna say this. bad food taste ok. good food taste great. when the company is right. so yeah. lurv eating out with my buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, june, oppx! guess we ate indian without u. i mean indian food. not narian!&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*downs a corona*&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109568571295677863?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109568571295677863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109568571295677863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568571295677863' title='indian food is hot'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109534280315679353</id><published>2004-09-16T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:55:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death by sushi</title><content type='html'>once upon a time. 3 musketeers decided to take on a task most would say is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;the task, *cue music* was to go for a sushi buffet and make a profit. in 15 mins! *end music*&lt;br /&gt;task the three musketeers. MJ, SHAUN, AND mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~ decided to raid the sakae sushi at heeren. at sundown (545 pm) we strode thru the doors and prepared oursleves for our challenge. the EVIL *dumdum duM!* manager looked at us with disbelief. the EVIL *dumdum DUM!* manager kept on repeating tt there were only 15 mins left. and tt we could not order anything, and that we would be charged for any wastage! *GASPS*&lt;br /&gt;unfazed, we continued out quest. in order to break even. we each had to eat 8 plates. one plate costs 2 bucks. we paid 16 to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, with my fast reflexes, got down to plucking plates of sushi off the revolving belt. *woosh woosh woosh! ala wu ying shou!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mj was mr utility man, eats whatever u place in front of him. from sotong, to really funny tasting maki!. *chomp chomp chomp! ala wu ying zhui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun, his our heavy duty guy, as we had some bad ass sushi to finish, shaun gallenty took on all the badies. our toughest adversary having got to be this sushi covered in cold, sweet, tau pok. *digest digest digest! ala tie du zi!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alaS! we encountered problems! we were severly outnumbered! i had pissed off too many sushis. and they were invading our territory (the table)! we were 3. they were numbered in the 10s!&lt;br /&gt;we ate. we chomped. we nearly puked! our asses were getting kicked.. we had to find a way to dispose of the sushi! our stomachs were reaching critical level!. shaun was gonna roll over soon, mj stomach was really showing, and i was.. thinking if we would ever get out of this alive!.&lt;br /&gt;we had to finish all the sushi or we would be charged by the EVIL *dum dum DUM* manager for wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us decided to regroup. we got together and brain stormed. how could we get rid of the sushi. without having to digest the lil bastards!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested puking. if we all started to puke. maybe they would throw us out. haha.. shaun decided tt if we puked. others might start puking. starting off a chain reaction of barfs and pukes, and merlions. in the chaos, we could even sneak out without paying.&lt;br /&gt;other ideas we thought of included..&lt;br /&gt;throwing the sushi on to the ceiling. hopefully it sticks there. and no one notices.&lt;br /&gt;sticking the sushi under the table (ala chewing gum)&lt;br /&gt;hiding the sushi in the lamps, in the chop stick box, in the soya sauce bottle, wasabi bottle.&lt;br /&gt;shaun quite cleverly added tt i could even squash some into my clorets box. so.. i have a box full of sushi now.. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;mj quite smartly tired to camofluge my octopus in soya sauce.. it was rather successful i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i resorted to brute force. note, sushi on plate. plate on sushi. press both plates together. there u go. u wouldn't even noe something was hidden between the two plates! .&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. and this one takes the cake. u noe how they give u those moist towelets. there is the plastic wrapping.. how... conviniently, u can fit a sushi roll in... hahah.. in the end.. i left the place.. with 2 sushi filled plastic wraps and a clorets case full of rice.&lt;br /&gt;MIND u.. this wasn't easy for all of us. the EVIL *dum dum DUM* manager and her MINIONS were always keeping an eye on us.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.. the three masketeers *CHEERS!* are too smart to be done in by u pple! *heroic luffter*&lt;br /&gt;in addition.. the scheming sushi team, must have pumped in luffing gas or something, coz mj shaun and i, couldn't stop luffing thru out the whole freaking ordeal. ahhahah.. if we had luffed any harder, our guts would have come out from our mouths!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the end.. the three musketeers, although battered, and pockets bruised, we emerged victorious. 39 plates in 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;*CHEERS!!!* cue fireworks*&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. where is our princesses!? damn it! don't we get ani!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i'm adding this to irritate.&lt;br /&gt;i noe where the princesses are..&lt;br /&gt;mj gets lraep&lt;br /&gt;shaun enuj&lt;br /&gt;i get... MAIA! w00t! i have the hots for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109534280315679353?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109534280315679353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109534280315679353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109534280315679353' title='death by sushi'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109523954425760197</id><published>2004-09-15T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:12:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead tired</title><content type='html'>today.. lit was a disaster! i mean.. when u r supposed to answer 3 questions. and only answer one. and the only reason u could only answer one is not because u did not have enuff time, but was more because u did not know anything at all.. its a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.. horrendus.  i had wanted to leave early. as in like half an hour into the paper. but couldn't.. coz i didn't want to have to bear the shame.. or rather the way those teachers look at u if u leave realy early and hand in blank stuff.. aniwaex, luckili i didn't leave so early, or i would have missed daniel. who was 35 mins late for his paper. and was barred from it.. hahahahahha.. oppx.. y am i luffing! seriously.. i think i will call the bugger nxt time there is paper! he simply can't get to sch on time.. even thoguh he lives like 3 bus stops away!? wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. 2 papers down. and i do mean down. hahaha!.... oh well.. my main papers coming up. mgmt and maths. i 'm gonna fight for them.. oh wait.. wth am i doing here then!? eekkk!! and i still wanna sleep for a while after this.. DOUBLE EEEeK!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. wat else do i wanna talk about? hmm.. june, u feeling better? hi jen. hi sab. hi everyone who reads this. hi shaun. hi mj. hi everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating peanut butter bread.. its the onli thing i can eat at home.&lt;br /&gt;oh yarx... bfore i leave this sch. i plan to have eaten 100 bucks worth of free food from the canteen. tts to pay them back for all that they have ripped off from me. their food does not justify the cost. taste like crap. expensive like hell.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they should change their slogan from "FEED MY LAMBS" (wat kinda fucked up slogan is tt aniwaex?! feed my lambs..  with wat? mutton ar. ) to "GREAT PRICES, low quality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. tt was rather lame.. oh my...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. although i think my mei is veri cute and sweet. i think she has to change her attitude a lil. or she might piss off some of her frens. yeah.. still.. she's my lil mei, and doesn't piss me off tt easily. althoguh the revese cannot be said. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx. hi shaun! wat are u doinG? bet u r sleeping.. haha.. HI MJ! wat are u doing? bet u r "sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH !!! and, i met mei yi on the way up the stairs today. oh wait.. y the hell do i give a damn? bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question of the day. "y do girls like to wear ftp shorts around"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109523954425760197?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109523954425760197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109523954425760197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109523954425760197' title='dead tired'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109516596066312038</id><published>2004-09-14T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:46:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xian</title><content type='html'>my dad just bitched me about being online.. there goes my mood to do anithing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109516596066312038?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109516596066312038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109516596066312038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109516596066312038' title='xian'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109516477905893543</id><published>2004-09-14T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:26:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam first day</title><content type='html'>i think i might do quite ok for gp. considering the fact tt i kinda screwed up my essay.. coz i onli started writing with like 45 mins to go?! and kinda contradicted the topic! oh no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs was a total disaster. seating besides mj certainly does not help. the moment the paper started. *plonK* his head was on the table. not very motivating..  anyway, joined him for a while.. but could never really get to slepp.. unlike him.. who was SOUNDLY ASLP. aniwaex.. he magically awoke with 15 mins to go. and wrote STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie... had prata after tt.. god noes wat the fuck they put into the roti john. i still feel like puking.. ewww...  oh yar.. teen drinking is no good. teen smoking is worse. hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=2993152"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=2993152&lt;/a&gt; . compare this link with the one in the previous entry. whois prettier? ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. gtg study later!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109516477905893543?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109516477905893543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109516477905893543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109516477905893543' title='exam first day'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109506929088989763</id><published>2004-09-13T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:54:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right now..</title><content type='html'>i'm bumming online. coz i'm trying to find my bro's frenster account. and guess wat. i've finally found it~! oh my gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. and i found the account of this girl ( &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2585512"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2585512&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;whose pic my bro dl-ed. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and coupled with the fact tt i accidentally ( i swear it was accidentaL) read one of my bro's sms. the girl called him "my little deviL" wha!~ sho sweet.. =) anwiaex.. in my moment of shock at reading such a thing, i forgot to check the name of the sender! *bish myself*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. if its the girl "above" (friendster account ) i say , GO FOR IT JAMES!~ +)&lt;br /&gt;wha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i think i reallyl boh liaox..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MOST IMPTLY. LING IF U ReAD THIS! KEEP QUIET! =) SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bu yao hai wo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jt remembers to copy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109506929088989763?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109506929088989763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109506929088989763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506929088989763' title='right now..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109504743184431022</id><published>2004-09-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:50:31.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lurv zhao min</title><content type='html'>anione watch yi tian tu long ji. on sat and sun chan 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lovely show. actually.. the actress who acts as zhao min is lovely..&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmm~~~~ nice eyes. nice skin. nice everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109504743184431022?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109504743184431022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109504743184431022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109504743184431022' title='i lurv zhao min'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109496934224117795</id><published>2004-09-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:09:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>viruses are a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109496934224117795?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109496934224117795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109496934224117795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109496934224117795' title='testing'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109496915706252742</id><published>2004-09-12T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:18:21.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAPHERNALIA</title><content type='html'>second time i'm typing this. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex. i've learnt a new word. its paraphernalia.&lt;br /&gt;come on kids. repeat after me! PARA-PHER-NA-LIA&lt;br /&gt;it means things associated with something. it like how u use EFFERVESENCE instead of gas.&lt;br /&gt;how u use SKY DEW instead of water. yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i think i've lost my flair. writing things the second time jsut ain't as fun. as spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even remember wat i wrote jsut now aRGH!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. my schedule is way off.. i'm soo dead! my mgmt is a quarter done. maths half done. and my lit and econs are well.. non existent. still.. i believe i can get my 2 as 2 aos. i need them to appease my dad.. whois going to explode when he sees my phone bill for this month.. hahah... oh no!!~&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... yesterdae went out with my buds. wasn't too exciting an experience. everyone was in a pissed off mood. dunno y. i tell u.. its got to be because of jack's place. i cannot stand their over aged staff and bloody gaudy looking table cloths. grrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i really can't remember wat i wrote jsut now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... oh oH! can someone tell me.. how to spell pherical. and wat it means? thanxk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. feeling tired man.. not enuff sleep.. its showing on my face.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study hard all my buds and babes!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jt is going to remember to copy all this first*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER, SMOKING KILLS, DRINKING MAKES U FAT, AND DRUGS are wat doctors prescribe. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, hi saB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jt jsut got a mini heart attacK! i pressed ctrl c. to copy, and suddenly everything got wiped out, and a small c appeared in this big white blank space! luckili.. everything was copied. wHEW!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109496915706252742?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109496915706252742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109496915706252742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109496915706252742' title='PARAPHERNALIA'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109478655785348076</id><published>2004-09-10T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T11:22:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahahhaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;jt, ya com is such a loser. =P i managed to blog~! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;luv, ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109478655785348076?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109478655785348076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109478655785348076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109478655785348076' title='muahahahhaa'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109461139228464661</id><published>2004-09-08T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T10:43:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress report</title><content type='html'>well.. i'm not exactly following my timetable! argH!!! horror of horrors!&lt;br /&gt;lets see... wat did i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. i went out to meet mel early in the morn. only got back around lunch time. so half my day gone le! did a few maths questions.. went out again. CUT HAIR! best hair cut i've had. i enjoyed the experiece. came home.. did my weights. and off to bed le! so friggin tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. woke up kinda late. so only started work at 11.30. damn! off schedule again . was online the whole day until 8! kept saying hi to june everytime she came online. haha.. tuesday should have been quite productive. although i dun remember doing much. nvm. things are picking up! went to gym. did friggin weights again. ouch!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. is today. i'm off schedule by 44 mins. coz i'm online! . haha.. hope today will be more productive. got a few things i have to rush! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. complaining time! i wanna complain about narian! tt black piece of .... hahah. =)&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae called me up. ask me to go for napfa test. at TOA pAYOH. at 7 IN THE MORNING! which means i have to wake up at 6. anyways. i agreed in the end. i had to call dao rui, and convince him to go too. IN THE END, tt bugger, SMSeS me at 5 IN THE MORNING, to tell me, he wants to call the thing off. coz.. he has a tummy ache.. DAMN PUSSY. WUSS! WEAK!!! make me wake up for nothing.. make me call dao rui for nothing. it disrupts my mental preperations for the day ahead! hahah... irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh .. and i dreamt of my meix again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i seriously wonder how peiying is doing. she replies in bits and pieces.. kinda irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIwAEX, CHEErs ALL BUDS OF MINE! STUDY HARD! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER OUR PRELIMS, LETS GET A DRINK OR 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109461139228464661?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109461139228464661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109461139228464661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109461139228464661' title='progress report'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109413243924643556</id><published>2004-09-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:34:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 entries</title><content type='html'>one light hearted. one serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start with light hearted. go catch "harold and kumar go to white castle"! i give it 5 out of 5 jts!&lt;br /&gt;i could tell u wat it is abt. but tt would be spoiling the fun. although, i will tell u tt, it is so good i wanna watch it again. and there are not mani shows tt i would bear to spend money to watch again. so yeah! its tt good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. thankx mj and shaun. follow me around to buy my meix present. thankx shaun for the effort! for asking the purple gal. and the short skirt gal. thankx mj. for tagging along. helping out! =-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious one now.&lt;br /&gt;have quite enuff of myself. i've thought of some realli drastic changes in my life. and have decided i should do it. i just hope tt i will have the determination to see thigns thru. i WILL see this thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one. i'm gonna do my work outs. gonna lift my weights. 35 times for exercise A(i noe wat it is. u dun have to noe) 30 times for exercise B. 20 times for exercise C. after each exercise. i'll do my stretching. followed by seat ups. 40. then stretch my legs. coz they are so darn tight. then repeat everything 3 times. everyday. i'm gonna climb the stairs. and probably stretch my legs. coz i'm quite pissed off with being so unflexible. it makes me weak. and there is truth in tt. hopefully. everyday. i will be able to increase the amount i do per set by 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner 2 bowls of rice. eating my first bowl now. rice is a bitch.oppx. i meant. its so damn delicious. 2 bowls just PLAIN (pun) darn not enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) improve my bloody complexion. firstly, wanna say tt, i fucking can't do aniything about it. so all the idiots out there who ask if i clense, or have seen a doctor. let me tell u. i do. i've seen doctors. i've used their bloody medicine and sheet. so stop bugging me. just be happi u have naturalli better skin than me. so fuck off. i dun have the luxury. so all tt i can bloody do is.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO BED BY 10. CUT DOWN ON MY MEAT. UP MY VEGE intake. and, i'm gonna do it. and now, if my maid would stop cooking WORTHLeSS vegetables. and give me some thing more worthwhile to eat, either than fucked up cabbage. wat the fuck is cabbage supposed to do for me. and for the love of god. not dao gay either. wtf is dao gay supposed to do. as if i ain't skinny enuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm gonna start to conc on my studies. which means.&lt;br /&gt;-i ain't gonna bring my phone to sch ani more.&lt;br /&gt;-ain't gonna go on the net animore.&lt;br /&gt;-gonna go straight home after sch. unless i realli have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;- study in sch.&lt;br /&gt;- not waste the fucking holidays. - MAKE A BLOODY TIME TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i wanna cut myself. not coz i'm sick and wanna hurt my self coz i'm depressed and derive pleasure. but coz i nid something to remind myself. but hell.. lets just say. i'm gonna keep my hair till saturday. for my meix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm gonna build up my character. be frenlier. make more frens. wanna be able to look at a chio bu in the eye. and depend on my character. my wit. my frenliness to apeal to her. and not turn away.. bcoz i have bad skin(Which will turn good). POSITIVE THINKING!! (be positive). negativity never got anione aniwhere. unless.. u are thinking of commiting suicide by jumping off a building.. and u think.. so darn negatively.. tt if u jumped.. u'd probably not die. and think its not worth the effort. and end up not jumping. hahahahahahahah! fuck oFF! (sorry i just had to do tt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt. improve hand writing. gotta be hell doing tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general.. i wanna be something like shaun, mj, and seng you. mixed in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time i stood on my own two feet. to be wat i can realli be. to be independent. the world will owaes judge me. but wat is impt is i like myself, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am beautiful. no matter wat they say" - gonna work towards this i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. bloggy. i wanna be the best tt i can be. i realli do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pain no gain. hell.. if suzzane cousin can live life happili. i'm fucking gonna live my life happili too...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna sleep. i dun wanna stop feeling this pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain gives me my determination. gives me the fire in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING RV. u TOOK AWAY MY FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I DUN GIVE A DAMN IF I WAS BAD TEMPERED. IF I WOULD SCREW A TEACHER UPSIDE DOWN IF I THOUGHT I WAS RIGHT. LOOK WAT THE FUCK U DID TO ME NOW. BITCH RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie., farked up bloggy. i'm doing this agaiN! writing out my WONDERFUL(+VE THINKING) timetable! AGAIN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a mini time table for sat and suns. buT FARKING BLOGGY HERE&gt;&gt; DECIDED TT iT WILL NOT SAVE IT! so screw.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing one for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 wake up. frenshen up&lt;br /&gt;10-1130 start work. maths.&lt;br /&gt;1130-1230 hmm... ic an't rememnber wat i put bfore. sheet. okie. wth. i shall go running. (NID A TAN ANIWAES) 20 min run(ani pace) 10 min warm up. 20 min run. 10 min cool down)&lt;br /&gt;1230-1. bum away. shower!&lt;br /&gt;1-2 lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;2-3 maths again. 3-30 read lit txt!&lt;br /&gt;3-30- 4-30. hour econs. one chapt.&lt;br /&gt;4-30-5-30. econs or mgmt. depending if i xian anot.&lt;br /&gt;5-30-6 lit teXT?&lt;br /&gt;6-7 my exercise regime&lt;br /&gt;7-730. my dinner and shower maybe stretch till eight.&lt;br /&gt;8-9 mgmt.(needa catch up)&lt;br /&gt;9-930. lit text.&lt;br /&gt;9-30-10. check phone. use net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... much better. realli used up the time! hope i can stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109413243924643556?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109413243924643556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109413243924643556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413243924643556' title='2 entries'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109403260232078542</id><published>2004-09-01T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:56:42.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failed my driving test..</title><content type='html'>so disappointing. the conditions were all rite for me to pass my test today. the test car i got was good. the tester i got was cheerful. even the route i got was easy. yet i failed. oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all because i was kinda careless? impatient? on the crank course i hit the curb. damn it.. just nudged it.. and tt cost me 14 pts!!!! (max pts is 20) so i was damn xian after tt.. low on morale. ended up with 36 pts! damn it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering how things would be if i had not hit the curb. 36-14 would be 22. but i would have driven better! would probably get under 20! hell.. this is bad... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not enuff money left in my account. to book my 2 revisions. and test. got to ask my daddy to top it up later.. BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have passed! xian.. have a feeling tt if i take again. some sheet will happen. and i'll fail agaiN! haix.. so saddening.. still feel rotten! damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW I CAN DRIVE!!! just freaking let me take the test now! i'll pass it. i dun wanna have to wait like one freaking month(think tts how long it will be).. so sickening. by tt time.. i would have lost the feeling agaIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109403260232078542?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109403260232078542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109403260232078542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403260232078542' title='failed my driving test..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109387177866552331</id><published>2004-08-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:16:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor bro.</title><content type='html'>today some ah beng tried to cause trouble for my bro.. the idiot tried to punch my bro.. missed. my bro punched back. hit the guy on the chin. caused him to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;funni thing is.. my bro wasn't aiming for there. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;and.. my bro ain't a fighter..&lt;br /&gt;still. i 'm proud of my brO! hee =)&lt;br /&gt;just tt. in the end. he got slapped.&lt;br /&gt;coz we just ain't cut out to be fighters. i was once a fighter.. but lost the fire in me laiox.. bastard rv. look wat u've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever have children. and like both are brothers. i'll encourage them to spar with each other. so they will be tough. and no wat to do in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;in a fight.. size and strength dun realli matter. its knowing wat to do and being able to connect.&lt;br /&gt;hell... i must train up.. =) hee heee.. i have it all in my head. wat i should do. just lacking the spark. god damn it.. i must go learn ninjitsu. or was tt jujitsu. hell... i wanna learn tt russian martial art too.. i want to learn how to lock pple. be it head lock. ankle lock. wat ever lock!. i want to lock the fucker into submition!!! then break his joints one by one. oh yeah.. i'm a sadistic little buM! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! oh .. i've owaes believed if i can't win the bugger. i will just make sure i die with him. wahhaha.. watch out for those eyeballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109387177866552331?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109387177866552331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109387177866552331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387177866552331' title='my poor bro.'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109365925024857302</id><published>2004-08-28T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T10:14:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whose tt gurL!</title><content type='html'>yesterdae i saw this gurl on the bus. DAMN DAMN FAMILIAR! i think she is from rv or smth..&lt;br /&gt;i just can't remember wats her name. wats her klass. or if she is even from rv or not!&lt;br /&gt;arGH!!!!! i want to contact her. i dunno y.. lets see... probably because i DREAMT of heR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. weird but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109365925024857302?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109365925024857302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109365925024857302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109365925024857302' title='whose tt gurL!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109360964251105095</id><published>2004-08-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T20:27:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boh tah boh lan pa!</title><content type='html'>means... not dry no dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my buds and i were at swensens. being the realli bored buT CREATIVE pple we are.&lt;br /&gt;we came up with this game.. actualli.. a series of events led to us playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seng you added salt to a glass of water. like ALOT of salt. so we thoguht, y not play a trick on mingjie. so like.. seng you took mj's glass of water to drink. and i pretented to drink the "salted" one. then i put the salted one back in front of mj.  not funni now. but those who were there.. had a great laugh. haha.. aniwaex. tts not the pt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then seng you added pepper to the mix. so it looks like "TeA" at least according to him it does.&lt;br /&gt;shuan added some chilli sauce. and then we had the main thing needed to play the game boh tah boh lan pa! hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my meix, wrote down a number. and so we had to each take turns guessing a number from 1-99. who ever said the name my mei wrote down. would have to take a mouthful of the vile liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me. its horrid. hahah... it stinks.. it makes ya breath stink. ya stomach churn. makes u wanna vomit. and our dear shawn had three mouths of it. ghahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. i think my narrating skills suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. going off now. in a sucky mood. rather sleepy, and hungry, and  i don't know wat my dad is going to say to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109360964251105095?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109360964251105095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109360964251105095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109360964251105095' title='boh tah boh lan pa!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109335818427072598</id><published>2004-08-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:36:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haix.. troubled..</title><content type='html'>shaun, bro. choose a path . and go down tt path. hard and fast. dun look back.&lt;br /&gt;wat must be done. must be done. just don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just spoke to me. form teacher called my dad again. to tell her tt i've been skipping lit. skipping gp. this is farked up. i dun think i can skip animore. this is horrendous. i hate it when my dad has to listen to this type of sheet. i love my dad alot. feel like tearing. fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. shaun. i know u kept asking me wat wrong today. but seriousli there was nothing wrong. no troubles of the heart. just tt i meant my sec sch frens. and there were like.. your complexion not too good. u under alot of stress? and i'm quite depressed about it. i'm like suffering from some low self esteem. i hate my complexion. i seriousli do. it affects me like fark. and if anithing, tt was wats wrong today. i just dun like. i dun like my hair either. i know i can look better! bah. its the same with my work. i know i can achieve better. i know i can do better. my dad deserves better. fark larx!!! this is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix. shaun dude. u tk care. oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say. i lurv all my st francis frens. there are like there for me. june, nicole, mj, shaun, everybody. the 2 indians. dao rui. everybody larx! thankx for showing me the concern. not to mention suzz! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat am i to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;y can't i study. &lt;br /&gt;y are gurls the bane of guyx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a time table. i need to study. i have lit. econs. mgmt. maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i do about maths. maths i must pia. i must study. wat do i need?&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i need some quality notes. i seriously do. i need soemthing which can teach me the basics. i simply do not know where and how to start. how the fark am i supposed to do the harder questions?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mgmt. i had better go see the new teacher. ask her to brush up my year one work. i must read. memorise. if narian can do it. so cann i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs. i seriously have to study with dao rui one day. figure out how he does econs. i'm lagging way bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit. fark it larx. i'm gonna get my hands on the txt and just farking read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to concentrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nid to exercise. i really wanna build up my bod. i wanna run. build up my stamina. i want to be the best that i ccan be. but can i? fark larx... this is not enuff.. i nid more motivation. i nid more determination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME.....&lt;br /&gt;i lurv my parents. i dun want to let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just wish.. i could one day.. just heck care about the way pple think about me. but i can't. not now. i just am too judgemental. i judge pple. and therefore i think pple judge me. feeling kinda rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day. a general went to visit his old teacher in the monestary. there he saw this young monk walking around the courtyard holding a cup of water. water was spilling out his cup. the young monk then  complained to the old teacher tt the method of concentration tt he had been taught was lousy. upon hearing this, the general called for the young monk and one of his archers to come over. he told the young monk to walk around the courtyard again. and he told the archer to draw his bow, and if the young monk spilled a drop of water, to shoot him. this time the monk did not spill ani water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the right amount of determination and effort, anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the story above is kinda draggy. but this is by memory. so this is as good as it gets. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109335818427072598?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109335818427072598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109335818427072598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335818427072598' title='haix.. troubled..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109331829969714837</id><published>2004-08-24T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:31:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><content type='html'>boring day. nothing much to do now. in the library rotting.finally spoken to mei mei. haha. or rather, i poked her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;feel like going home now. seriousli got to start studying. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;oh. during recess. papaya finally confessed her love for Shaun. haha. Shaun. are u reading this?&lt;br /&gt;she was throwing nuts at Shaun. and i went, "shaun, she's hinting u. she wants ya nuts. haha"&lt;br /&gt;man.. i feel realli deadish now. fark. hate my complexion. fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. SOMEBODY SAVE ME~~~~~......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, hope things work out for shaun. not refering to papaya thoguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109331829969714837?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109331829969714837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109331829969714837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109331829969714837' title='tuesday'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109318368739517624</id><published>2004-08-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T22:08:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something magical.</title><content type='html'>wat tt something is. for me to noe. but like all magic. its gonna go poof soon. i think. so yeah!~ oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109318368739517624?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109318368739517624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109318368739517624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109318368739517624' title='something magical.'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109317381361779750</id><published>2004-08-22T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:23:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>went out with mj june and my mei. watch aliens vs predators.&lt;br /&gt;man.. the show is damn GOOD! DAMN GOOD ! DAMN GOOD I SAY!!! GO WATCH IT!!! just dun ask me to give u ur money back. ITS TT GOOD!!! for those who can't sense my sarcasm, lets put it more plainly then. the movie is like sheet. the plot is lame. the characters even lamer. even worse is.. the predator lost to the alien. now how in god's name is tt even possible.. holy cow.. give me all the abilities of a predator and i'll show u the meaning of kick ass. okie.. &lt;br /&gt;oh yarx.. was kinda kee xiao on tt day. after the movie, we went to eat.. and i was behaving realli weird.. hahaha... oh.. nicole dun want be my mei mei liaox. hahah..watever. hmm.. y did it seem on firday tt i had much more to wrtie about. maybe bcoz its sunday now.. and i've forgotten much about wat i wanted to say. .yawnx.. and, i'm just too plain lazy to recall the happenings of tt day. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh little tidbit for lydia, if she is reading this. i'm cutting ties with mel. mel is plain weird. she suddenli sms me. asking me if i love her. obviousli, i replied in the negative. then she's like.. "u blew it. i can't accept my bf animore. i was about to come over to u. just tt ur ans is not good enuff" smth like tt larx. in essence this is wat she said. so tts tt larx. and i have no idea wat to say. bsides.. its ridiculous tt she wants me to love her first. when she doesn't feel anithing for me. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. oh.. i know i'm slow. but i just watched house of flying daggers. ItS GOOD! and this time i mean it. i think its quite a good show. personally feel its better than "hero" . oh.. and i realised.. zhang zi yi is onli good for one thing. looking as if she has been raped. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to this cheeky comment. if i was as good looking as ani of the lead actors in the show. my fingers would be damn tired. hahah.. how inappropriate. yawnx.. i'm bored. sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAUN&lt; are u reading this!? i need veet! GOD DAMN IT!~.. when some indian dude(they are naturalli hairy) asks me y i have so much hair.. fark larx. its high time i got myself some vvet. hahah.. and no.. its not my face tts hairy. its just my legs. wahahhaahahah.. thank god i ain't in rv animore.  damn... but u know, they do say hairy pple are naturalli hornier. maybe tts y indian and malay birthrate so high. oppx... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINGJIE, i'm bored. hows june? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YVONNE&lt; i noe u will read this some how, so hi! when we gonna give tt chinese name form to tt place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. its sunday now. i have tons of work to do. i'm freaking slacking. exams are right round the corner!! bloody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!!!! my dad lost his hp. sheet rite?! damn it.. nice hp he had.. no problem. he has a new phone now! and damn.. it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i'm totally out of things to say le. hmm...  last little thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u make frens with a gurL? and how do u stay frens for like a long time? i dun mean klassmates thoguh. wierdish. oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y do BEAUTIFUL women owaes coz the death of GREAT man-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109317381361779750?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109317381361779750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109317381361779750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109317381361779750' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109284161625935575</id><published>2004-08-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:06:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to veet off all my body hair</title><content type='html'>yeah! tts wat i wanna do! i wanna be hairless!~ damn!&lt;br /&gt;okie.. wat should i write about today.&lt;br /&gt;okie.. today shaun was praying in klass. and i was like "ARE YOUR PRAYING IN KLASS?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;okie.. i did not say it that loud.. coz it was evan's klass.. but i was tt SHOCKED, ANNOYED! hahah.. jk. yeah... at first i thought he was jsut nuts.. mumbling to himself.. then i saw his hands clapsed.. and i thought he was nervous, and nuts.. until it dawned on me tt he was praying.&lt;br /&gt;speaking about praying.. i noe someone who should.. hahahahahh!!!!! jKJK!!!&lt;br /&gt;wat else.. oh yeah. my "flavour of the week" should be like totally pissed off with me. coz my dear fren shaun lurvess to sing "she's jsut the flavour of the week" everytime he sees her.. and lurrrvvesss to go "jonathan.......... blah blah blah.... mei yeee" and, i owaes happen to catch her eye. even thoguh its not on purpose! oh well......... i think shaun is just trying to "distract" me, so i won't "kar jiaO" him about PAPAYA! yeah.... PAPAYA!!!!! shaun and papaya in a tree.... hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;soooo.. not funni..... oh no... i think shaun is going to give me more prank calls at nite!!!!!!!! argh!!! horror of horrors!&lt;br /&gt;okie... nwo i shall talk about.. erm.. *thinking* ... STEPH! yeah. just spoke to her on the phone. its been a while. apparently some mat likes her. and tt mat has just proven to the both of us.. jsut how stoopid mats can be. they have as much brains as a floor mat (get the puN)? soooo notttt funni either... -.^&lt;br /&gt;crappy mood today...&lt;br /&gt;i soo nid a tan.... oh.. i am a tan. another lame attempt at humour (i can hear the boos already)&lt;br /&gt;man..  i sho hope my lit teacher doesn't call my dad to complain about me skipping her klasses..&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing quite a few.. i just keep being late! and its no help tt i can't get into sch easili animore.. now the teachers check identification cards when they record down the name and klass on the late slp. i can't be brandon, or timothy animore.. damn!&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL MICHAEL"S FAULT! he thinks the teachers are dumB! his taiwanese, looks chinese, BUT HE GAVE A NAME LIKE PANACHE!!!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109284161625935575?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109284161625935575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109284161625935575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284161625935575' title='i want to veet off all my body hair'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109256048693228763</id><published>2004-08-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T21:13:54.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am cow here me moooo~</title><content type='html'>tts wat i started to sing last nite when i was high!~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae was my school's grad nite. my buds and i got a room at the shertaon. so yeah. it was like 10 plus odd guyx in one hotel room. how sad rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. i kinda crashed grad nite. was checking out all my school gals in their gowns. i msut say they look good. SUPRISINGLY! haha.. my flavour of the week did not look too stunning though. papaya stunned me. but she looked like cheap trash. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;mei mei looked oh so fine. and jie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how the food tasted, coz i din try anithing, but 2 grapes. wahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;then got busted by evans for bringing alcohol in.&lt;br /&gt;michael came in to the room at like 12. and played winning 11 till 4. omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i got to write this later. going out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109256048693228763?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109256048693228763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109256048693228763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109256048693228763' title='i am cow here me moooo~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109239886452615215</id><published>2004-08-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T20:07:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey shaUN</title><content type='html'>yes u! the one reading my blog!~ haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;man.. today dawrui and i went swimming. i can't swim for nuts ani more.. haix..&lt;br /&gt;either that or its because my ankle is as big as a freaking pear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. then we tanned for a while. but i see no difference. saddened!~&lt;br /&gt;another thing. a group of ij gurls were swimming...... wooooooooooooo..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109239886452615215?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109239886452615215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109239886452615215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109239886452615215' title='hey shaUN'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109205368394810395</id><published>2004-08-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T20:14:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so going to sing the national anthem tmL!</title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeee! Singapore rocks. it just does. =) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;cool larx, our national day celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;man.. i owaes feel like tearing when the pm talks. sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109205368394810395?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109205368394810395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109205368394810395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205368394810395' title='i&apos;m so going to sing the national anthem tmL!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-10920281894250715</id><published>2004-08-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:09:49.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>today is singapore's birthday!~ w00t!  read the prime ministers national day message in the papers today. quite touching. feel like tearing!~ hahah... i'm an emotional fellow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. yesterdae. lydia, barbar, cw, sherwyn came over to my place for a lil gathering. we had pizza. watched jumanji, played cards, and talked for a while. bar bar and lydia were "bitching" about me. sherwyn wanted to noe more about mel. and cw was just interested in playing cards with me.. the gambling bugger! hahah... after tt we went over to cw's place.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aresnal kicks utd ass! hor seh! =) tts the way it should be!~ the 3rd goal was a farce thoguh! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwiaex.. mel did something, tht touched me loads. she tried to call me. and like i didn't pick up. so she left me a voice mail. and msg me to see if i was okie. she thought i had been hospitalised or smth. was kinda worried. so tt was kinda touching. kinda sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.. i think i set things kinda straight yesterdae. no thankx to a lil pressure from lydia and bar bar, my buds. and like michael too. yeah =) so like.. yarx.. just hope i have the determination and courage to see things thru. but.. i dun wanna lose a fren like her larx. i think we'd make great buds. as in.. look out for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda pity mel's bf. his so not in the loop of things. he has no idea wat is happening. sheesh.. if i could talk to him. it would be good. i'd give him a "Dressing dowN". tell him to like spend more time with her. be more invovled. "DUDE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. BE OBSERVENT! coz the enemies are half way up ya fortress walls!". man... his a nice guy  larx. just have no freaking idea wat he is doing. but since they both seem happi with heach other. cooL! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i gotta help them out man! i'm weird bugger.. god noes wat i'm doing either. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;mind kinda going blank. dunno wat to say le. just hope everything goes well. everything will fall in place. everything will ying ren er jie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to all my buds. cheers to singapore. and, cheers to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF WITH THESE GREAT TOP FIVE LISTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 5  WAYS TO AVOID GETTING A SUMMON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) leave ya bonnet upor hazard lights on and pretend the car's broken down, and you've stopped in the car park for repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) remove the windshield wipers ( so they can't stuff the summon under ya wipers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) cheat only when it pours, because u think no sane warden will patrol the carparks in the pouring raiN! (ever heard of umbrellas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  leave a previous parking summon under the windshield wiper. (they do check , you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) slap a sticker saying your car's a prize in a lucky draw, and pretend its a display item. (creative, would lurv to see anione try this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 5 EXCUSES TO AVOID GIVING THE PARKING WARDEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)i didn't place it properly, so the coupon was hidden/flew away/fell under the seat. (* you won't lose the summons , thoguh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i had some urgent business - in the toilet (and u came back with a packet of char kuay teow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i was tarpow-ing food from the hawker center (at least your are honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i was helping my young daughter/ elderly grandmother/ drunk friend who can't go upstairs by himself. ( oh you compassionate thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) there was a space in the carpark, so i had to park illegally. (oh good one, this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got these off the straits times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ONWARD SINGAPORE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-10920281894250715?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/10920281894250715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/10920281894250715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10920281894250715' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109194015517607637</id><published>2004-08-08T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T12:42:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDIC!~</title><content type='html'>man down. i repeat man down!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobxsobx!~ injured myself yesterdae!~ playing soccer. god noes how i blocked a pass until i sprained my ankle. ankle now the size of a pear! bloody... there are times when it hurts till my ears start to ring.. my vision goes blurred... like gonna faint like tt. its horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from accupuncture. had 5 needles sticking out my leg. ouchie!~ feeling better now though. yeah!  but guess i will be out of action for quite a while~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ani of u have a sprain or anithing , tell me. i gotta reccomend u to this place. fast. and good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. as i was suffering in pain yesterdae.. i tested out a few pple. i  smsed sab, lydia, pam, and mel. pam was sweetest, coz she sayang me! hahah.. then lydia and sab about the same. concerned, and well, concerned. more like mother kinda concerned. haha. but thankx!!! then mel.. disappointing larx...&lt;br /&gt;but, today, she did ask if i'm feeling ok. so i guess, tts an improvement. well, and i do gotta think for her too. think she did not have too good a day yesterdae. bf probs again. man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wodnering how i'm supposed to go meet lydia, and barbar later. freaking ankle so swollen. mom sure won't let. then like.. suntec some more. must walk like miles! man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then monday suppposed to go out with mj and shaun. how to walk!&lt;br /&gt;kinda looking forward to going to sch. so i can legitimately take the liFT! wheeeeeee.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WILL LOOK AFTER ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, shaun, if some how u r reading this. how are my songs going!? i wanna give it to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oH! "FLAVOUR OF THE WEEK", I HOPE U LOOK AFTER ME! wahhahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109194015517607637?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109194015517607637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109194015517607637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109194015517607637' title='MEDIC!~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109186245622728737</id><published>2004-08-07T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:07:36.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no title</title><content type='html'>"VINDICATED. I AM SELFISH. I AM WRONG. I AM RIGHT. I SWEAR I AM RIGHT. SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae sports day was a complete farce. the soccer game was rigger. the refree purposely gave away a penatly, so tt the game would end in a draw. then the basket ball match did not have a winner. coz they ran out of time to play the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt went town with my buds. we wanted to watch a movie. but did not. went from lido. to cine. than decided to play pool. went from meridian. to ssc. oso no pool. fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mel after tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then speaking to lydia now. thankx lydia. for being a fren. =) she takes care of me. hahah...&lt;br /&gt;she told me. last time i sec 1 sec 2. qutie zai. studies ok. sports. ok. fark. i must get it back. I MUST GET MY FORMER SELF BACK! WHERE iS THE JT I HAVE LOST!!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;have to study. have to train. how!!! nwo in this sch. with no cca. how to train and study!~&lt;br /&gt;wha.. ehadache!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" LET ME SLIP AWAY. SO LET ME SLIP AWAY. SO LET ME SLIP, AGAINST THE CURRENT. SO LET ME SLIP AWAY........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109186245622728737?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109186245622728737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109186245622728737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186245622728737' title='there is no title'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109102074591120157</id><published>2004-07-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:53:55.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING DAMN FUCKED UP!</title><content type='html'>my brother is such an asshole!~ he deleted my folder of pictures! damn it larx. inside there was mel's pic (so damn precious to me) and jialin's too! damn it larx. &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna freaking have my revenge. BASKET! i'm so angry. he din even apologise!~ still have the cheek to "WhaT?!" me. &lt;br /&gt;fucking gonna delete all the stuff in his frenster. just test me. the damn fucker! &lt;br /&gt;FUCK LARX! THOSE PICS ARE LIKE HOW PRECIOUS TO ME LORX!~ I CAN NEVER GET THEM BACK!~ &lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO!~ damn insensitive.. i can't believe it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M SO BLOODY ANGRY. I COULD SO BOX HIM.. AND ALL OVER ONE PIC.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109102074591120157?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109102074591120157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109102074591120157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102074591120157' title='FEELING DAMN FUCKED UP!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109102003747795027</id><published>2004-07-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T21:07:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer</title><content type='html'>damN! my team is good. narian and shakti are goal machines. freak man! we won the soccer competition without losing once at all. first match 9-0. second match, i think is 5-0 3rd is 4-2 4th is 4-2. its too damn easy with the 2 of them around!~&lt;br /&gt;i contributed too hor! i like blocked god noes how many shots. i bled for my team's cause too! i got hit in the lips by the freaking ball. scratched a hole thru my pants. and like cut my knee. god damn it! haha.. but all worth it larx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex... having tuition now. eating dinner now too. dun feel too good. i also have like 2 small cuts on the upper part of my mouth. freaking pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109102003747795027?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109102003747795027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109102003747795027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102003747795027' title='soccer'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109092711493592679</id><published>2004-07-27T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T19:32:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKS DON"T MATTER</title><content type='html'>wat a load of bullsheet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some one cares about money onli. he is materialistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some one cares about looks onli. what is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109092711493592679?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109092711493592679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109092711493592679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092711493592679' title='LOOKS DON&quot;T MATTER'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109092566933114571</id><published>2004-07-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:54:29.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>spoke to an ex just now on msn. was with her onli one month. aniwaex.. she said some stuff to me. ouCH!!!! damn~ but okie larx. got to accpet criticism graciousli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarx. today i stayed the whole day in schoool. YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have soccer competition. w00t! its time to kick ass!~ i'm going to be the hard man at the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. school invited this band to come perform during chapel. not bad =)&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. prom. damn. dunno want to go anot. no one to go with too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damN~ morale low now. hahaha. actualli , not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109092566933114571?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109092566933114571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109092566933114571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092566933114571' title='OUCH'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109084986116778339</id><published>2004-07-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:51:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>first time i've been on tiem for school in a long long while. stayed the whole day too!!!!! wheee. aniwaex, played soccer during school. think playing with narian and shakti is raising my game. feel better and more confident on the ball.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. i am so going to bring an xtra shirt to school. smell fucking terrible after the matcH!. damn it! i nearli died from my own stench. mei mei and jie jie will testify to tt.. GRRRRRR&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;thankx to mei for lending me her spray!~ i smelt like mouldy laundry after tt. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. hope i can cont on my form tml. be earli. stay the whole day. stuff like tt!&lt;br /&gt;w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109084986116778339?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109084986116778339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109084986116778339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084986116778339' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109073896984083967</id><published>2004-07-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T15:02:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get real</title><content type='html'>watched get real on channel news asia. damn its a good programme.&lt;br /&gt;there was this segment on "Cutting ya self" you know, self mutilation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun realli know wat to say now. i just hope tt no one will ever try it. don't do it please. if u need to vent ya anger or pour out ya sorrows, get a blog! or call me!!! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109073896984083967?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109073896984083967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109073896984083967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109073896984083967' title='get real'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109067413235346446</id><published>2004-07-24T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T21:02:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a bud</title><content type='html'>haha.. eugene called me.&amp;nbsp; haha.. such a good fren!~ have not seen him in a while. have not spoken to him either. so he decided to give me a call!~ sho sweeT! wahwhaawh.. i'm not gay. -.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. aniwaex.. like usual, i teased him about lydia. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie!~ tt should be my highlight of the day. getting a call from my bud. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109067413235346446?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109067413235346446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109067413235346446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109067413235346446' title='wat a bud'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109058240337648558</id><published>2004-07-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:33:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving </title><content type='html'>by the end of aug. i should be driving! i onli have like 3 lessons more. and like 2 theory lessons. the theory lessons are killers.. no matter. i wanna drive! i shall pia!then quickli get a test date! i realli wanna drive. althoguh.. there is the little problem of a CAR! wth.. no car!!! onli got my dad's caR!!!! not enuff!!!!! hahaha.. wonder if cw's mom will let me drive her caR!!~ hwhwahahah.. dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. went for my driving lessons today. attended two. which was like 1hr 40 mins each. 1st lesson was kinda ok. instructor says i can drive. oh yeah.. i've forgotten how the hell to vertical park! shitex! i can now horizontal park thoguh! parking is kinda easy.. but i'mm wondering. how the hell am i supposed to park without the poles nxt time!!!! those who take driving will noe wat i mean. no matter. i'm prO! i'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lesson. instructor said i can drive too. just tt careless at sometimes. go up curb&amp;nbsp;, stuff like tt. wat to do. hahahah.. omg.. not my fault lorx.. i couldn't conc. was worried bout smth.&amp;nbsp; damn.. 2nd lesson was horrendous. i stalled like 3 times! went up curb 2 times! all sorts of sheet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex. NOTE. must remember how to horizontal park. must practice more. daddy won't let me use his car thougH!!! sobx.. must ooso try out crank course. must remember to signal. must remember my angles. must conc. must put my seat closer.. or my legs will ache. hahahaha.. so mani things.. i think no one dares to let me drive them le.. hmm... i think i have the makings of a taxi driveR! oh yeah.. today take taxi. the driver said most pple pass onli on the 2nd try. hell! i'm going to show u!!! wahhwhahwhah! i'm going to pass it first time on! oh yeah!!! &lt;br /&gt;mj said.. y don't u wear a skirt. -.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. this gurl came to my sch today. sheesh.. her pants were like super low.. her ass crack was showing. i was like.. ehh.. she never wear.... ahhahaha... but she looks like sheet. my buds and i agree.. most ugli looking gurls. have to resort to some kinda way to attract attention. but eh.. my "flavour of the week" ain't ugli leh. neither is ivy. whahhahahah..&lt;br /&gt;fyi. cj gurl is not ivy. nor flavour of the week. oh, and there is difference with me liking someone. with me looking at someone. and me acting like i'm head over hills for someone. hahah..so nicole mei, get tt rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. mj damn funni today. he got caught using the lift (yes. my school has a lift).&amp;nbsp; and 15 mins later. he got caught by the dm agagin for using the lift. he wanted to go to the 6th floor. got into the lift. and the lift went to the 1st floor instead. and guess whose standing there when the lift opens. the dm! wahhah.. dm is like.. din i just catch u. mj is like, quite matter of factly,&amp;nbsp;i was taking the lift down, not up. (LIKE TAKING THE LIfT DOWN IS NOT AN OFFENSE) luffed my head off when i heard tt. no. not literally. my head is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok., wait. back to driving! i wish i could drive right now. i wanna drive to some where. wanna make a flower delivery. problem is. i don't drive. and i don't know wat kinda flowers to buy. damn. and like, to give kinder beauno.. is like way cheapo.. hahah.. but it IS the thoguht tt counts isn't it?!??! takes effort worx!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx... lastly. my lit teacher is soooooo gonna kill me. pray i dun die earli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109058240337648558?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109058240337648558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109058240337648558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058240337648558' title='driving '/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109057797352806328</id><published>2004-07-23T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T18:19:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frenship</title><content type='html'>is such a fragile thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109057797352806328?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109057797352806328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109057797352806328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057797352806328' title='frenship'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109050359578403584</id><published>2004-07-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T10:44:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPS TIME</title><content type='html'>SOMEONE SAID MY BLOG IS BORING!!!! SOBSOB!! IT IS NOT BORING K!!! &lt;br /&gt;ANIWAEX. I GOT BACK MY FINAL THEORY RESULTS! WHEEE I PASSED! &lt;br /&gt;THIS MEANS TT I CAN ENROLL FOR MY DRIVING TEST! W00T W00T!!! THIS MEANS TT IF I PASS THE TEST. I CAN HAVE MY LISENCE BY AUGUST END! AND TT MEANS... I CAN DRIVE AROUND AS I PLEASe!!! OMG~~ HOW FUN IS TT!!!! WAHHWAHWAHHWAHWAHAW &lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA DRIVE! I WANT TO DRIVE. &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! TODAY SOMETHING DAMN EXCITING HAPPENED! I STAY BACK IN SCHOOL TO STUDY! OMG!!!~ NOW TTS DAMN EXCITING ISN'T It! I STUDIED K! ITS AS RARE AS AN ECLIPSE! WOWX! E-X-C-I-T-I-N-G! HAHAH.. &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.. AND ANOTHER THING. I FOUND THIS MGMT BOOK IN THE SCHOOL LIB. ITS GOOD. AND ITS NOW MINE. HAHHAHAHAHAHAH... MY SCHOOL FEES ARE SO DAMN BLOODY EX. I FIGURE. TT BOOK MUST BE MINE. I PAID FOR IT SOME WAY OR THE OTHER. HELL. I THINK I PAID FOR A WHOLE SECTION OF BOOKS. TT REMINDS ME.. I MUST FIND A WAY TO PILLAGE THE ENCYCLOPEDIAS. WAHHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;*EVIL LUFFTER* &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.. BEEN PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK, CAT AND MOUSE WITH MY LIT TEACHER. HELL.. MY LIT IS SCREWED!&amp;nbsp; WAT TO DO! LEFT MATH. MGMT. AND ECONS. I WILL PIA. I MUST DO WELL. I WAN MY TRIPLE B. AT LEAST! I HOPE! WAHWHAHWAHAWH.. &lt;br /&gt;EATING DINNER NOW. DINNER IS BORING. I THINK I'M JUST FULL.. OH YAR. ALL THOSE NEAR BUKIT TIMAH. U NOE TT PRATA PLACE. AL AHMEEN. DUN TRY THEIR KUAY TIAO PATTAYA. ITS FUCKED UP. SERIOUSLI FUCKED UP!!! IT SUCKS! GREAT GOD... I'VE BEEN TRICKED!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;MAN.. I WANA TURN MY LIFE AROUND. &lt;br /&gt;COME ON! JT, U CAN DO IT! &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I CAN. I KNOW I CAN. I KNOW I CAN! &lt;br /&gt;NOW. I TRY TO DO SIT UPS AND PUSH UPS EVERYDAY. BABY STEPS FIRST. &lt;br /&gt;I FINISH ALL MY GREENS. DRINK MORE CUPS OF WATER. WANNA CLEAR UP MY COMPLLEXION. I EAT MY EGGS. COZ I WANNA GROW BIGGER! &lt;br /&gt;HELL! Y DO I FEEL SO GOOD TODAY! HWHAWHHAWHAWHAH.. &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. I KEEP SEEING MY "FLAVOUR OF THE WEEK" HAHAH.. SHE IS THIS GAL WHO I JUST HAVE FUN LOOKING AT. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;OKIE~ KINDA RUNNING OUT OF STEAM. DUNNO WAT TO WRITE LE. MOM IS BACK! WITH DELIFRANCE. OH GOD! ANOTHER DINNER. I'M DYING HERE!!!~~ HAHAHA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. I HAVE A NEW SISTA~ BUT I HAVE YET TO CALL HER MEIX. RELUCTANT TO. I HATE CHANGE. I'M CHANGE RESISTANT. HAHAH.. TT Y I OWAES TELL PPLE TO KEEP THE CHANGE. OMG.. NOW THAT WAS LAME. SHEET. I CAN'T MOVE. OMG.. TT WAS LAMER!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TAKES A PIECE OF OMELLETE* &lt;br /&gt;*YUM YUM* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALALLALALALALLALALALALLALALLALA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! I'M ITCHING TO CLUB! ITS BEEN SO LONG! TANDORI WENT TO CLUB LAST NITE. HELL.. THE MF. HAHHA... BOH JIO. BUT JIO LIAOX I OSO CANNOT GO. &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. GOT SCHOOL PROM. THOGUHT OF ASKING HER. BUT, IMPOSSIBLE LARX. DAMN PROM COSTS 55. MY BUDS ARE THINKING OF GOING CHINA BLACK INSTEAD. TT WOULD BE WAY COOL. CHEAPER TOO! HELL.. BUT MJ WANNA GO PROM LEH. DUNNO LARX.&amp;nbsp; NICOLE MEI WANTS ME TO GO PROM. OR SHE IS GOING TO WHACK THE LIVING DAY LIGHTS OUT OF ME. HAHAH.. WAY VIOLENT! *DUCKS* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOKING HARMS YOUR HEALTh! (SORRY. THAT WAS ON THE RADIO) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T MIND SPENDING EVERYDAY. OUT AT THE CORNER IN THE POURING RAIN. LOOK FOR THE GURL WHOM I LOVE ALOT. HOPE SHE WILL COME AND STAY AROUND~ AND SHE WILL BE LOVED, SHE WILL BE LOVED... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109050359578403584?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109050359578403584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109050359578403584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050359578403584' title='CAPS TIME'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109050500044728314</id><published>2004-07-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:05:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice lyrics!</title><content type='html'>Artist: Monica &lt;br /&gt;Album: After The Storm &lt;br /&gt;Title: Should've Known Better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t ask to go with you to Mexico &lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t need the shopping spree &lt;br /&gt;And La or Melrose, boy if you didn’t know it &lt;br /&gt;Now you know, I didn’t need the furs or the jewelries &lt;br /&gt;Because martial things don’t mean much to me &lt;br /&gt;And ever since you been gone &lt;br /&gt;I have been holding us down on my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever cheated &lt;br /&gt;I never ever lied &lt;br /&gt;So u can stop asking me asking me why &lt;br /&gt;Why I never left you, and why I kept it real &lt;br /&gt;And why im still with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to think I would leave &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to doubt me &lt;br /&gt;It don’t matter if you are up &lt;br /&gt;matter if you are down &lt;br /&gt;Either way im gonna be around &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known that I would stay by your side &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known your girl was gonna ride or die &lt;br /&gt;And it just don’t matter if ya rich or poor &lt;br /&gt;Out or in doing 5 to10 &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that I would forget about you &lt;br /&gt;Think about it who comes to see ya &lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday and Monday I was on that receiver &lt;br /&gt;It’s me your girl your life your world &lt;br /&gt;My family your friends they just don’t understand &lt;br /&gt;They say I should just leave you lone &lt;br /&gt;But I say that they should just leave us lone &lt;br /&gt;Don’t u get it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever cheated &lt;br /&gt;I never ever lied &lt;br /&gt;So u can stop asking me asking me why &lt;br /&gt;Why I never left you, and why I kept it real &lt;br /&gt;And why im still with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to think I would leave &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to doubt me &lt;br /&gt;It don’t matter if you are up &lt;br /&gt;matter if you are down &lt;br /&gt;Either way im gonna be around &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known that I would stay by your side &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known your girl was gonna ride or die &lt;br /&gt;And it just don’t matter if ya rich or poor &lt;br /&gt;Out or in doing 5 to 10 &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to think I would leave &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better than to doubt me &lt;br /&gt;It don’t matter if you are up &lt;br /&gt;Matter if you are down &lt;br /&gt;Either way im gonna be around &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known that I would stay by your side &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known your girl was gonna ride or die &lt;br /&gt;And it just don’t matter if ya rich or poor &lt;br /&gt;Out or in doing 5 to10 &lt;br /&gt;You should’ve known better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109050500044728314?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109050500044728314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109050500044728314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050500044728314' title='nice lyrics!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109041438781776146</id><published>2004-07-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:53:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>everytime i was sad. and i could sink in to my work like a workaholic. i'd get top honours or somehting.&lt;br /&gt;sad again. gurls owaes cause me the most heart ache. and yet. there is owaes nothing to be heart broken about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109041438781776146?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109041438781776146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109041438781776146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041438781776146' title='IF'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109039246292289530</id><published>2004-07-21T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:47:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school lib</title><content type='html'>today was at the school lib. using the com.spoke to amanda for a while. she is actualli quite nice~!~ hahah..&lt;br /&gt;anihow, one of her frens was talking to her. and her bf "hendy, andy" (dunno wats his name) came over. and she called him babY~ and like other stuff.. was like sho sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a gf who was as sweet as she.&lt;br /&gt;hahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out tt my "flavour of the week" is from crescent!~ oh yeah! i'm spot on. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;oh, and she's les..&lt;br /&gt;OOooOoOooOOoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix..................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i "haix-ed" for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109039246292289530?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109039246292289530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109039246292289530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109039246292289530' title='school lib'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109033117143273957</id><published>2004-07-20T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:46:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO U SING THIS SONG?!</title><content type='html'>Artist: Frankie J &lt;br /&gt;Album: What's A Man To Do &lt;br /&gt;Title: Don't Wanna Try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooo)...don't wanna try don't wanna try (try try) &lt;br /&gt;(oooo)..don't wanna try no more &lt;br /&gt;(ooo)..don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1] &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe u had the nerve to say the things u said &lt;br /&gt;they hurt so bad that they ended our relationship &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it ..4 years go down the drain &lt;br /&gt;oh how i wish things would of happened so differently &lt;br /&gt;i try'd to save it so many times but you still couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;u kept insistin' and resistin' that u would not fall again &lt;br /&gt;and now u tryin' to tell me that ur sorry &lt;br /&gt;and ur tryin' to come back home &lt;br /&gt;ur tellin' me u really need me crying beggin both knees are on the floor &lt;br /&gt;but baby i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more &lt;br /&gt;u keep insisting when u know our love is out the door &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try cuz all we do is fight and say the things &lt;br /&gt;i hurt u bad to when we both begin to cry &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try i 'bout just had enough its been a rough road &lt;br /&gt;baby just let it go &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more &lt;br /&gt;tell me whats the use of holdin' on when all we do is hurt our love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2] &lt;br /&gt;u and i had many conversations on the telephone &lt;br /&gt;talks about one day we having a place of our own &lt;br /&gt;wake up in the morning and have breakfast ready on the table &lt;br /&gt;but all of that just seems so far away from me &lt;br /&gt;had to wake up face reality &lt;br /&gt;it all just seem to good to be true after all you put me through &lt;br /&gt;and now u tryin' to tell me that ur sorry &lt;br /&gt;and u tryin' to come back home &lt;br /&gt;u tellin' me that u really need me crying beggin both knees are on the floor &lt;br /&gt;but baby i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try dont wanna try dont wanna try no more &lt;br /&gt;u keep insisting when u know our love is out the door &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try dont wanna try cuz all we do is fight and say the things &lt;br /&gt;i hurt u bad to when we both begin to cry &lt;br /&gt;dont wanna try don't wanna try i bout just had enough its been a rough road &lt;br /&gt;baby just let it go &lt;br /&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more &lt;br /&gt;tell me whats the use of holdin' on when all we do is hurt our love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[..fading into beat] &lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try don't wanna try) &lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try no more) &lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try don't wanna try..oo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try don't wanna try) &lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try no more) &lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna try dont wanna try don't wanna try no more ooo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109033117143273957?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109033117143273957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109033117143273957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033117143273957' title='HOW DO U SING THIS SONG?!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109032920472228394</id><published>2004-07-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:13:24.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another song</title><content type='html'>for the lonely at heart. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Artist: Maroon 5Album: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Songs About JaneTitle: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She Will Be Loved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She will be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I tend to get insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And she will be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She will be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know where you hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alone in your car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109032920472228394?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109032920472228394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109032920472228394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109032920472228394' title='another song'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109013269055083622</id><published>2004-07-18T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:38:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>bloggy, i'm home alone!~ there is no one to pei u!~ i'm bored out of my brains!~ lonely too!!!~ oh no~~~.. sobsob...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should do some work!? yeah.. tt sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;but what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;and , HOW TO DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh no...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i know i have mgmt and lit to do. damn screwy!~&lt;br /&gt;haix.. dun like lit!~ i used to be so good at it..&lt;br /&gt;fallen from grace.&lt;br /&gt;haix!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109013269055083622?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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right!&lt;br /&gt;its 2.45 now. wish i could talk to someone. but no one is online now.&lt;br /&gt;so xian...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. think i shall get some "zzzzs"&amp;nbsp;theN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109009017240896542?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109009017240896542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109009017240896542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109009017240896542' title='spiderman'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-109004259031543955</id><published>2004-07-17T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:41:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiya bloggy!~</title><content type='html'>my com is fine again! i don't know wat my bro did. but yeah!!! whee!!~~~ &lt;br /&gt;ahhaha... &lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda good about myself this morning! going to play soccer later. hopefully i will get some work done later! i'm in the mood to better myself! &lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;br /&gt;not much time le.. 2 months left to prelims. and slightly more than 3 mths to a's i think. &lt;br /&gt;must chiong! &lt;br /&gt;for myself. and my parents. &lt;br /&gt;hope i pass my final theory too!!!! then i can finally get on with my driving lessons. and if all goes well. will be driving in a months time. then when my dad goes abroad i can use the car! yipee!!! &lt;br /&gt;there is a new gurl in my school. she's my flavour of the week! hahah.. i told mei that.. and she was like -_-` hahah.. tt gurl ain't chio. but there is something about her which i find attractive. the other new gurl in my klass, ivy, is also attractive in a way. narain has this thing for her!!! wahahhaah.. it must be those short skirts!!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, recently been talking to this gal. she's real sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;feel like running. running into the sun set. but if i do tt.. i would have to be running for at least another 6 hours! hhahah.. just kidding.. &lt;br /&gt;but seriosuli feel like running. jumping. doing some exercise! &lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the jt i was in pri sch. and the jt i was in sec2. all mixed in one. i was soo soo much hard working when i was in pri sch. and i was sooo soo much fitter when i was in sec 2. &lt;br /&gt;damn... now.. all i['m good for is ... is.... i dun even noe.. &lt;br /&gt;haix.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-109004259031543955?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109004259031543955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/109004259031543955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109004259031543955' title='hiya bloggy!~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108995163724280649</id><published>2004-07-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:46:22.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while</title><content type='html'>since i last wrote in my bloggY!~ bloggy, how have u beeen? hope u have not missed me too much! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;yesterdae, played soccer with cw, seng, dom, daniel, and zhifei at the bball court near my house. twas kinda cool. and i hope they enjoyed it. then they will come down more often, instead of me having to go over, which is such a chore!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;but , soccer wasn't the main thing tt happened last nite. last nite i did a "spider man"&amp;nbsp; hahah.. i had accidentally kicked the ball up on to this building. and it was stuck up there. but, there was no way up tt freaking building. so u had to jump from an adjacent building to get onto it. the gap between buildings ain't too big. maybe slightly more than a meter or 2? but the drop if u miss it is like more than 6 meteres? if u drop down.. its bye bye!!! so, yeah.. &lt;br /&gt;dun wish to dramatise the situation too much. just tt.. its kidna freaky. its like this fear factor thing. coz.. its fear tt will stop u from over coming the obstacle. aniwaex.. i jumped over quite and then had to jump back.. which wasn't tt easy either. man... u have to experience it for yaself bfore u noe wat i mean. &lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. daorui.. has jumped from&amp;nbsp;those 2 buildings mani times, or at least, according to him! so, we are the 2 brave souls. the rest of my frens are "cluck&amp;nbsp;cluck cluck" chicken! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, smsed a lil at nite with mel. (*the other one) twas kinda fun. althoguh i did keep falling aslp. aahhaahha.... &lt;br /&gt;anwiaex, she's a real sweet gal &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;hmm... asked my nicole mei to the prom. i didn't get a rejection. nor an acceptance. coz she might not be going to the prom. i dun wanna go either. but mj. has something to do in june. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhahah!!!!!!~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ok. i tthink i shall end here!~ =) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bb bloggy!~&gt; till nxt time!~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I"LL BE BACK!~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108995163724280649?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108995163724280649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108995163724280649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108995163724280649' title='its been a while'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108936176901992322</id><published>2004-07-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:29:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm daring</title><content type='html'>my dad took away the old(new) com.&lt;br /&gt;or in other words. my cOM! so.. we had to use my dad's com. but then, my dad's com kenna virus.&lt;br /&gt;so i bodly.. went to fix my old com back.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm using my wonderfully cool com again!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;but can onli use it till 5..&lt;br /&gt;jsut in case. my mom comes back earli. or anithing.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be real screwed!!&lt;br /&gt;anihow, feeling so much happier now.&lt;br /&gt;went for medical just now. &lt;br /&gt;man... i had to pull down my pants in front of some balding guy. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, tt was definitely not the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;medcial is kinda cool. i got free eyetest. free dental. free x ray. free blood test. free phyco test. wat else can i ask for? hahaha... i'm pes b not a. think it has to do with my eyesight.. or maybe my skin..&lt;br /&gt;oh well!!! wanted a. but wat to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okie.. wat else..&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... they had this mini sats test thing, and mini iq test thing. had to match shapes. guess the nxt pattern. maths questions.. sats quetions.. all sorts.. damn .. i veri fed up with myself. i wanted to do well in tt.. but owaes ran out of time!! so frustrating! i wanna do well.. then maybe they will KNOW tt i am smart. and then like let me go for the good stuff.. like ocs.. or at least just NOT think lowli of me.. as if i'm some idiot.. &lt;br /&gt;hell!!! i realli wanted to do well.. for all the logic stuff...&lt;br /&gt;man.. my thoguhts are all jumbled. have not blogged meaningfully in a long while. so can't organise my thoughs properli. &lt;br /&gt;looking forward to army life.. end of this yr. i should be in already.&lt;br /&gt;gotta start training for my napfa..&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. if i can get into ocs, and like get a good rank.. i'll probably sign on.. depending on the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108936176901992322?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108936176901992322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108936176901992322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936176901992322' title='i&apos;m daring'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108936026171254592</id><published>2004-07-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T16:04:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN LAME!</title><content type='html'>Phua Chu Kang explaining sex to his son!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Why is making love so enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: It is just like the sensation when you are &lt;br /&gt;digging your nose with your finger !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : Why do women enjoy sex more than man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: It is because when you dig your nose, your &lt;br /&gt;nose feels more comfort than your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Why do women hate it when they get raped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: It is like when you are walking on the &lt;br /&gt;street, someone else come over and dig your &lt;br /&gt;nose, &lt;br /&gt;do you like it ?? Dun pray pray ah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Why woman cannot have . . . when they are &lt;br /&gt;having menses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: If your nose is bleeding, do you still dig &lt;br /&gt;it ?? Use your blain, use your blainnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Why man do not like to wear condoms when &lt;br /&gt;they are making love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: Do you like to dig your nose with a glove &lt;br /&gt;on &lt;br /&gt;your finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : Why are making love carried out in private?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK: Use your blain, use your blainnnnn....Will &lt;br /&gt;you dig your nose in front of your class? Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Wah . . father you very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108936026171254592?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108936026171254592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108936026171254592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936026171254592' title='DAMN LAME!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108932702821863908</id><published>2004-07-09T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T06:50:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK!</title><content type='html'>i'm sick.. feel terrible.. have fever.. body ache..&lt;br /&gt;went to see the doc just now.. he said i have some throat infection which is giving me all this crap..&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. went home earli.. and slept for like 5 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. then watched fear factor at nite.. there was this task the contestants had to do.&lt;br /&gt;they had to milk a goat. with their mouths!! ahhah....&lt;br /&gt;and the guyx seem to be better at that than the gurls.. i wonder y.... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex. got to go for my medcial tml.. wonder how i'm going to survive.&lt;br /&gt;my com is surprisingly veri good now. it doesn't auto off.. and i hope it stays tt way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okie.. gtg! bye peepx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108932702821863908?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108932702821863908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108932702821863908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932702821863908' title='SICK!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108919055127008526</id><published>2004-07-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T16:55:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y MUST I OWAES BE LATE!!!!</title><content type='html'>arGH!!!!!!!!!!! late for driving. so not going le!~ sheets!!! fuck fukc fuck!~&lt;br /&gt;well.. i was not exactly late.. i mean like.. i remembered the wrong time. which ended up in me being late!!!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i'm late!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn it....&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going to kick myself of this late habit. bcoz a certain cow thinks pple who are late.. are... can't remmeber wat she said. jsut remmeber it was a negative comment. and hell.. i wanna improve myself. and being late is not a good thing. so i much change!~&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL NOT BE LATE! TT MEANS FOR SCHOOL TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my oh my!! wat have i done!! not late for schOOL?!?!? but i'm owaes late for schooOL!&lt;br /&gt;still! I MUST CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;i MUST BE A GOOD BOI!!~ &lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT BE LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE THE BEST TT I CAN BE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108919055127008526?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108919055127008526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108919055127008526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108919055127008526' title='Y MUST I OWAES BE LATE!!!!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108918736038837372</id><published>2004-07-07T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T16:07:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my com is betteR?</title><content type='html'>well.. at least it aon't auto shutting off animore!~1127whew!~&lt;br /&gt;it now just kinda lags.. until i lose my patience.and start tugging at my hair.. okok.. tts an exegeration.. i just rant like a mad man. haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. today went to school. school is as usual. boring as hell. but wat am i supposed to do.. yawnx..&lt;br /&gt;+)&lt;br /&gt;going driving soon. better get my ass off the chair. or i'm going to be late AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;recenlty. been going thru frenster. linking from account to account. met some really interesteing pple. so, wonder how long we can exchange messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. kinda miss someone coz i noe things won't be the same. no its not piggy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae.x.. i think i shall end here... the com is lagging.. and its a real turn off when it comes to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;ciao peepx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108918736038837372?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108918736038837372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108918736038837372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108918736038837372' title='my com is betteR?'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108909472559458243</id><published>2004-07-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T14:18:45.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my com sucks</title><content type='html'>my com is spoilt once again~&lt;br /&gt;oh man..&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. this is the problem i have when my com is spoilt. i have stuff i wanna write. but i can't. and when i finally get to use the com. i can't think of wat i wan t to write.&lt;br /&gt;anwiaex.. today was freaking boring!&lt;br /&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;out of ideas.. no mood to type either&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108909472559458243?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108909472559458243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108909472559458243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909472559458243' title='my com sucks'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108900671362298809</id><published>2004-07-05T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:51:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>com and net being a bitch again</title><content type='html'>god noes wat is wrong.. i'm surfing like a cow on a twig.. not getting aniwhere! damn slow....&lt;br /&gt;like turtle..!! argH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108900671362298809?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108900671362298809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108900671362298809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900671362298809' title='com and net being a bitch again'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108876003306086184</id><published>2004-07-02T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:20:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man.. </title><content type='html'>its still a boring day!~ although i've got to know a new person. so yipee?&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;BORING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108876003306086184?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108876003306086184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108876003306086184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108876003306086184' title='man.. '/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108866756911910602</id><published>2004-07-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T15:39:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS FREAKING BORING</title><content type='html'>man.. school is boring. spent one full day at school.. so boring.. thank god all my frens were aroudn!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;man... no one to sms now either. actualli there may be.. but i dun feel like using up my sms.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. mei mei veri sweet. made me two frenship bends. VERI NICE!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;man.. i need to do my driving thing. tt keeps me occupied.. man.. but its like freaking far.. daMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108866756911910602?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108866756911910602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108866756911910602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108866756911910602' title='SCHOOL IS FREAKING BORING'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108851903795663398</id><published>2004-06-29T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:23:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bro's klass</title><content type='html'>went looking thru his klass photo. the guyx in his klass mostly have funky hair. cool! hahahah.. i'm not gay.&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. i'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be studying. but i ain't! i'm a online addicT!&lt;br /&gt;omg... this is screwed!&lt;br /&gt;hope the com breaks down. its the onli way i'll be saved.&lt;br /&gt;pon lit lesson today. teacher gonna kick my ass.. oMG!!! WAT AM I DOING!! sheet.. now i'm thinking of ponning tml... i'm scared! haix.. the spiral begins.. sheet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108851903795663398?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108851903795663398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108851903795663398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108851903795663398' title='bro&apos;s klass'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108850720106763628</id><published>2004-06-29T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T19:33:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done.</title><content type='html'>sent the email. things should end from today. and. i won't end up like "awaY"(person's name), broken by u. man.. this sounds kinda hurting. so, i will state tt i wrote it for dramatic effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. but i did kinda over delete a few things. stoopid me! regret!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, hope  she replies positively to my email.. then to me.. all will still be the same.&lt;br /&gt;piggy and elephant. will rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarx. DO ANI OF U GURLS OUT THERE HAVE A CRUSH on tt marcus guy. who acts as aloysious in PCK. u noe, the son of phua chu beng?!&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;HIS IN MY SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;how weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. spoke to yuling on the phone today.&lt;br /&gt;oh yarx.. ever wonder y guyx owaes refer to their ex gurlfrens as their ex. and not by their names? i wonder y too. was going to put. spoke to my ex today. but placed her name instead.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i was not the one who mnade this observation. i've heard someone bring this topic up bfore. just can't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;anihow.&lt;br /&gt;she seems fine. which is good. althoguht her results leave very much to be desired. just like mine. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108850720106763628?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108850720106763628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108850720106763628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108850720106763628' title='done.'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108842658521973695</id><published>2004-06-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:43:05.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going going.. soon to be gone?</title><content type='html'>tts the feeling. think no nid for the letter. either way i still lose.&lt;br /&gt;if the person i'm writing it to, reads it and gets sad or stressed. i'll feel bad. if the person doesnt' show ani sign of emotion. i'll feel terrible too.&lt;br /&gt;so.. hahah.. y bother?&lt;br /&gt;man....&lt;br /&gt;this is quite bad.. aniwaex.. i think i shall go study soon. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108842658521973695?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108842658521973695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108842658521973695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108842658521973695' title='going going.. soon to be gone?'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108842143770630439</id><published>2004-06-28T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T19:17:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its written here. coz tag board is a b****</title><content type='html'>jie, no doc can save me! its fucked up. ITS MY FATE!! i'm seeing one. a doctor joyce lim. who charges exhorbitant prices. coz she's SUPPOSED to be good.. oh well.. i nid MORE SLP. MORE WATER. MORE VEGETABLE. LESS ANXIETY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuan, thankx for ya concern. but no matter wat i do. i'll regret both ways.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't send. nothing will happen. i may regret for a while. but in the end. all is forgotten. if i do send. god noes wat will happen. but at least i will have spoken my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108842143770630439?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108842143770630439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108842143770630439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108842143770630439' title='its written here. coz tag board is a b****'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108840192345452570</id><published>2004-06-28T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:52:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school..</title><content type='html'>man.. wat a slow day.. came to school. for maths. i flunked it. nothing new. did not study a thing for maths! aniwaex.. after tt went beauty world to get some bfast with the gang. had techeow porridge.&lt;br /&gt;then.. came back school. now in the school lib. writing my blog. waiting for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;its boring! oh yeah.. i passed my mgmt. which is ok i guess. coz i've never taken mgmt bfore. and yet its my best subject. wat an irony.&lt;br /&gt;the school com is slow like a turtle!&lt;br /&gt;gawd...&lt;br /&gt;anihow.. xuan.. i think i will regret. but if i dun send it out. my thoughts and feelings will never be knowN! hahah.. i beleive its impt to let a person know how i feel. so if i think a person is fucked up. u can be sure, he will know tt i feel tt way. haha&lt;br /&gt;yawnx.. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;going to get back my lit results later. hopeless.. i'm SOOOO going to fail it..then econs .. might pass might fail. just not too bad i hOPE!! =)&lt;br /&gt;have to go down to town later. and fix up my specs. they are still bent.. damn tt guy who banged me while playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. totally going to try and save my sms. no point sending sms to pple who don't reply.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wat else do i ahve to saY?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. got a few new pple in class. one girl is kinda ok i guess. mj, stop smiling. oh yeah. mike saw me with piggy and letitia the other day. how cool . the fool did not know how to call me though. aiyOH!. oh yar. mike is finally with his gal. CONGRATS!&lt;br /&gt;mj. u and punjab leH!? =) fasterly leh. get togetehr! or are u all togehter le?&lt;br /&gt;yawnx........&lt;br /&gt;pple getting together. pple breaking up.. peiying, if u are somehow reading this, cheer up yeah!&lt;br /&gt;okie... bye bloggy! tandori is asking me to go canteen eat with him.&lt;br /&gt;yawnx..&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH... someone said tandori is my bro. coz we have about the same hair style. and about the same looking specs. hell.. it ain't my fault we have good taste. hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;still...&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. I WISH MY COMPLEXION WAS BETTER.. hell.. puberty sucks.. but its necessary... or i would sound as if i was on helium. and i would be short. in more ways then one. hahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108840192345452570?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108840192345452570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108840192345452570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108840192345452570' title='in school..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108833895919572339</id><published>2004-06-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T20:40:17.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nearly came to blows with my bro</title><content type='html'>started out as joke. but we nearly fought. &lt;br /&gt;he kidnapped my phone. and i kidnapped his.&lt;br /&gt;so i hid it.&lt;br /&gt;and i watned him to return my phone first. before i would budge. he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;so i snatched it back. and since he made me go thru all tt effort just to get my phone back. i damn dulan. so i wouldn't tell him where i hid it.&lt;br /&gt;then he thoguht tt blocking my way out of the room would be a "NICE" idea. so i shoved him. and grabbed him by the throat.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.. my bro is taller than me. and his like grown stronger. his either as strong as me. or stronger. but he doesn't need to noe tt.&lt;br /&gt;still.. i'm more vicious. my bro is better natured. anyhow.. we kinda sparred. just a lil. nothing dramatic. althoguh i did have my fists up. was kinda raring to go. hmmm.... anyways.. i've just returned him his phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things are kinda fine.  i think. he will be kinda sore at me for a while. but things will blow over larx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote a letter. actually, an email. i've not sent it yet. should i? its emotional. and its written in the spur of the moment. i probably won't feel this way, after i wake up. yet, its how i feel about something.&lt;br /&gt;should i send, or should i not. tt is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108833895919572339?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108833895919572339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108833895919572339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108833895919572339' title='nearly came to blows with my bro'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108831042729403837</id><published>2004-06-27T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T15:38:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossed paths</title><content type='html'>you yuan hui zai xiang jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex. school is going to start tml. in less then 10 hours! hope u pple are near to completing ya hwk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had planned to talk about my whole holidays. to summarise wat i've done. and to list ani plus or minus points. ani highs or lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but decided. i shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools reopens soon. ARE U READY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. just another song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: ronan keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she lays sleeping, i stay out late at night and play my songs&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes all the nights can be so long&lt;br /&gt;And it's good when i finally make it home, all alone&lt;br /&gt;While she lays dreaming, i try to get undressed without the light&lt;br /&gt;And quietly she says how was your night?&lt;br /&gt;And i come to her and say, it was all right, and i hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she believes in me, i'll never know just what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I told her someday if she was my girl, i could change the world&lt;br /&gt;With my little songs, i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she has faith in me, and so i go on trying faithfully&lt;br /&gt;And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way, find a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she lays waiting, i stumble to the kitchen for a bite&lt;br /&gt;Then i see my old guitar in the night&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for me like a secret friend, and there's no end&lt;br /&gt;While she lays crying, i fumble with a melody or two&lt;br /&gt;And i'm torn between the things that i should do&lt;br /&gt;And she says to wake her up when i am through,&lt;br /&gt;God her love is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she believes in me, i'll never know just what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;I told her someday if she was my girl, i could change the world&lt;br /&gt;With my little songs, i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she has faith in me, and so i go on trying faithfully&lt;br /&gt;And who knows maybe on some special night, if my song is right&lt;br /&gt;I will find a way, while she waits... while she waits for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108831042729403837?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108831042729403837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108831042729403837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108831042729403837' title='crossed paths'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108826514873587167</id><published>2004-06-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:52:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a relationship is like a....</title><content type='html'>bringing this entry back. coz i'm so proud of myself. for being able to come up with such an analogy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car and a tyre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy is the car. the gurl the tyre. both nid each other. and if both are good for each other. they can go far together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no point being the spare tyre. coz u will be hidden in the "boot" . some where dark and lonely. where no one noes of u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy with the right gurl allows him to reach higher places. to move further in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frens are like mechanics. with the right frens. giving the right help. and the right advice. the car can be matched with the right tyre. in other words. match making takes skill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different cars will cause different tyres to wear out FAST! make sure the right car is matched with the right tyre.. or else.. after a while, quite easili, the tyre will get worn out. or the car damaged. which leads to an uncomfortable ride.. and eventually the ride will have to stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108826514873587167?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108826514873587167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108826514873587167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826514873587167' title='a relationship is like a....'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108817985905601184</id><published>2004-06-26T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:10:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally put off</title><content type='html'>vodka... fuking can't stand it now. everytime i think of it.. i shiver and wanna throw up. just had a cup of it. seems i have the same case as dao rui. ever since his birthday.. we can't seem to take vodka animore. its relali bad. feel like puking! ewwwwww.............&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahah.. aniwaex.. feeling kinda tipsy now.&lt;br /&gt;so wat i write ain't accurate or anithing. but i shall jsut write for fun. as i like gettin into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. my com has a virus. the fucking thing.. keeps auto shuting down after a min. anione have a cure&gt;! please tell me! or else.. its screwed! fucked up com.. with the fucked up virus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. 2 pple who share the same bdae.. kinda letting me down. haix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108817985905601184?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108817985905601184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108817985905601184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817985905601184' title='totally put off'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108816460174333272</id><published>2004-06-25T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:56:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online now...</title><content type='html'>no idea why i'm online. i'm so bored. supposed to go clubbing. but i have not asked yet. and i'm kinda scared to ask!~ hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;oh! i'm online! i fixed my net! i'm so smarT!&lt;br /&gt;hohohoh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108816460174333272?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108816460174333272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108816460174333272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816460174333272' title='online now...'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108816324705693827</id><published>2004-06-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:34:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today!~</title><content type='html'>i went out with stephY!~ the lactating cow. yes. tts right. now not only do i noe a piggy. i noe a cow. not just ani cow. a lactating cow. GOT MILK?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;okok. thankx stephy. i now noe the name of the 2 places. liek wow! oh yeah.. and i tried tt chicken thing at far east today. not bad!~&lt;br /&gt;good recomendation steph. went to play pool with her at 2 places today.&lt;br /&gt;one place was like sheet. the other was alot better. nearly as good as my club. so naturally. &lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i kinda lost my temper.. did not get angry or anithing. just veri irritated! coz her fren keeps msging her.. and tt ring tone gets on my nerves when i'm in a bad mood. aniwaex.. its like.. he was being an ass. and she was telling me.. hwo much an ass he was. so its rather stressful for me! and i'm playing pool, coz i wanna relax. yeahyeah.. i noe.. i have a short fuse. but most of the time, i'm a happi guY!&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108816324705693827?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108816324705693827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108816324705693827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816324705693827' title='today!~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108813510898033109</id><published>2004-06-25T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T12:13:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoxyox bloggy! i'm in good spiritS!~</title><content type='html'>omG! i have not studied!!! omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happi now~&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. the music on p10 helps abit!~&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..... i'm going to sing!!!!!! wheeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;oh.. but if vivien knew.. she would probably drag me go ktv!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i'm supposed to continue about yesterdaes blog&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! accidentally in love is playing..&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. back to topiC~ &lt;br /&gt;yesterdae went to centrepoint alone to have lucnh (laksa at prima soemthing.. its opposite the pizza hut) the laksa not bad.. but its day light robbery!!! 550 one bowl~ wah.... my pocket pain.. &lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. went over to john little.. to get my specs done.. coz some ass hole bent my specs while i was playing soccer.. damn neh neh..&lt;br /&gt;after tt met vivien. man! she has changed! slim down sho much.. so all u young fat kiddies.. there is still hope! wahhaha.. piggy, tt means u! hahah..&lt;br /&gt;anihow, she looks way different. so spent the day chilling with her fren.. jetro i think..who, loves techno. loves talking about gurls assets.. and can get to watch free euro matches, coz he can tune in to an indonesian channeL! wtf!&lt;br /&gt;okie~ vivien works at pacific plaza, the eatery there. so went there and had some stuff to eat and drink. i recommend the green tea smoothie. its good! i give the god damn botak coconut the thumbs down!&lt;br /&gt;okie~ after tt. met steph for a while~ who seems to think i'm mentally unstable or smth due to a recent event.. and i'm like.."i'm ok.. i'm ok.. i'm ok... "&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. but thankx for showing  the concern larx =)&lt;br /&gt;anihow, talking to nicole mei online now. she wants to go mac ritchie reservior to run. the place will eat her up!! its not for weaklings!! hahaha.. its for runners like me!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;should be giong driving centre early later. have to get my simulator done!~ gosh.. school is opening soon~ damn damn damn!!! i have not completed my driving! i want to drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! vroom vroooom vroooooom!!! i should be driving since last year! argH!!!!~ studies and driving! i must conc. !!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah~!~ i had a ceaser salad at this pasta place yesterdae. it was not bad.. erm.. i dunno the name!!!! its the pasta place tts everyone! the cheap one.. u noe? outlets at funnan, cine, harbour front, god noes where else~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the england match yesterdae! see.. i knew it. portugal would win!~ althoguh i din expect them to win like tt!~ but hell.. it was exciting! hahaha.. soo exciting.. i decided to sleep~ bro woke me up.. everytime they scored! ~hhaha..&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go clubbing yesterdae. but didn't. oh well.. will see if i can go tonite!~~&lt;br /&gt;oh.. but there is frnace vs greece..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted to whack 5 big ones on greece draw.. which will give me a return of 15 big ones! omg.. the temptaTION!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper love by joss stone~ its on p10 now~ i kinda like this song~ nice bouncy beat~ &lt;br /&gt;"YEAH!!!! ARE U DIGGIN ON ME?!?! YEAH YEAH YEAHhh~~ I'M DIGGIN ON U NOW BABY~!!~, NOW YEAH... IF U WANT A LITTLE BIT OF MY LOVE!~ YEAH!!~ WAIT A MIN.. WAIT A MIN!!~ "&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTKAST.. THE WHOLE WORLD!~ HAHAH.. ANOTHER JEE XIAO SONG!~ WHAHAHA.. I'M HAPPI! DUNNO WHY!! MAD ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUM BUM BUMBUM BA DADUM~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. jetro said rnb sucks. at tt posers go china black. and he said pple from top schools veri arrogant. i'm INDIGNIFIED! (powerful vocab at worK) haha..&lt;br /&gt;anwiaex.. rnb is wat u dance to! techno is wat u shake head, shake leg, to! and pple from top schools are like so frenly?! look wat rvhs has done to me. I"M SO FRENLY! bad schools are the ones tt screw u up. LOOK WAT PJC HAS DONE TO ME!!!! &lt;br /&gt;still its the company tt counts. not the neh neh school!~ hell.. and, rv is not racist. we do not burn the houses of malays or indians. and we do not go around with hoods on our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BUM BUM BUMBUM BA DADUM!!~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to steph now. i shall now call her LC. lc is lactating cow!~ haahha.. stephy!~ I KNOW U WILL READ MY BLOG!!! HI LACTATING COW!~ chocolate or strawberry today? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108813510898033109?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108813510898033109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108813510898033109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813510898033109' title='yoxyox bloggy! i&apos;m in good spiritS!~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108808223919729825</id><published>2004-06-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T21:03:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went out with..</title><content type='html'>vivien today. and her other fren.&lt;br /&gt;long time never see her le.&lt;br /&gt;after tt met steph for a while.&lt;br /&gt;like tt lorx.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type more. actualli have alot. but no moood now.&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108808223919729825?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108808223919729825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108808223919729825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808223919729825' title='went out with..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108805259469929410</id><published>2004-06-24T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:51:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to "i don't wanna know"</title><content type='html'>its nice.. i don't know y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't wanna know if your're playin me. keep it on the low.. cause my heart can't take it animore. n if you're creepin me. please don't let it show. oh baby, i don't wanna know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing to myself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll train up on it. and put it as my voice maiL!~&lt;br /&gt;hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108805259469929410?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108805259469929410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108805259469929410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108805259469929410' title='listening to &quot;i don&apos;t wanna know&quot;'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108804214431274267</id><published>2004-06-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T10:04:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did not want things to be like this</title><content type='html'>but i guess she has made her choice. so if strangers we must be. so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i din try to remain frens. but if she ain't goiug to communicate.. then no point for me trying to initiate conversation. dun like talking to air. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still. she is my fren. so whenever she wants to talk. i'm here. but i guess there is no nid for her to do so. so yarx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex, steph. i'm not sad or anithing. i'm just disappointed in the way things turned out. lost quite a good chatting partner. she was fun to talk to and jag. ahhah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tempted to erase the links. but can't bear to. seems a childish thing to do marx.&lt;br /&gt;although.. wat i'm thinking of doing now is. still.. no point trying to make someone feel guilty. if they aren't  at all. will onli make me even more phyco? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnx... i got driving later. and i still have not done my simulator. wth!&lt;br /&gt;omg.. when on earth am i going to do it!&lt;br /&gt;sheet... i sitll ahve not done my freaking mgmt paper yeah.. screwy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out.. i wanna chill.. feel kinda stress now.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108804214431274267?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108804214431274267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108804214431274267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108804214431274267' title='i did not want things to be like this'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108800697540529061</id><published>2004-06-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:09:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head hurts</title><content type='html'>not the usual kind of headache. the part just a little above my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;hope i dun have like some brain tumour. or wat.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i wanna die so earli.&lt;br /&gt;and if i do die.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i have like hell loads of insurance. then at least i can pay my parents back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108800697540529061?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108800697540529061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108800697540529061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800697540529061' title='head hurts'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108800535392950960</id><published>2004-06-23T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:42:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day</title><content type='html'>man.. tiring day!~&lt;br /&gt;went driving. then played soccer!~&lt;br /&gt;my my.. i'm getting better at botH!~&lt;br /&gt;so i'm happI!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;oh.. idid get hit by the ball.. and now.. my new specs are bent. and i have a cut.&lt;br /&gt;fwakx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. there is one song.. i dunno sung by who. but i like the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't apply to me thoguh. just writing it down. so maybhe some of u may find it useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Mario Winans &lt;br /&gt;Album: I Don't Wanna Know 12"&lt;br /&gt;Title: I Don't Wanna Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feat. P. Diddy&lt;br /&gt;[P. Diddy - talking]&lt;br /&gt;Hold up, let me answer my phone&lt;br /&gt;Some bitch callin me about some bullshit probably&lt;br /&gt;I'ma call you right back&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin this mixtape right here&lt;br /&gt;Now back to what I was sayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said they saw you&lt;br /&gt;The person you were kissing wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;And I would never ask you&lt;br /&gt;I just kept it to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I think about it when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;When lookin in your eyes, I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Break - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;Baby taught you better then me (taught you better then me)&lt;br /&gt;Then why you fall asleep (why you fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Shove 'em off and stay, what you used to do to me (do to me baby)&lt;br /&gt;If your better off that way (better off that way)&lt;br /&gt;Baby what I like to say (all that I can say)&lt;br /&gt;Go on and do your thing and don't come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Stay away from me baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - P. Diddy]&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know where your whereabouts or how you movin&lt;br /&gt;I know when you in the house or when you cruisin&lt;br /&gt;It's been proven, my love you abusin&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand, how a man got you choosin (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Undecided, I came and provided ma&lt;br /&gt;My undivided, you came and denied it (why?)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try it, I know when you lyin (I know when you lyin)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even do that, I know why you cryin (stop cryin)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not applyin no pressure, just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna let you go (I don't wanna let you go)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna let you leave&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I didn't let you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Gave you extra cheese (c'mon), put you in the SUV&lt;br /&gt;You wanted ice so I made you freeze&lt;br /&gt;Made you hot like the Western Beach (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time you invest in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause if not then it's best you leave&lt;br /&gt;Holla, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Mario Winans]&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108800535392950960?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 songs..  i really really like at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;each meaningful in their own way. although not a true representation of the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally in love.. is in previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;and.. i guess i did accidentally fall in "love". thoguh its more "like". still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Ronan Keating and Leann Rimes&lt;br /&gt;Album: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Title: Last Thing On My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating and Leann Rimes - &lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Four o'clock in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My mind's filled with a thousand thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And how you left without warning&lt;br /&gt;But lookin' back I'm sure ya tried to talk it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Now I see it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;We're together but living separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: So I wanna tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't find the words&lt;br /&gt;But if I could&lt;br /&gt;Then you know I would yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashin? down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: You carried me like a river&lt;br /&gt;How far we've come still surprises me&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: And now I look in the mirror &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Starin' back is the man I used to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: Be with you&lt;br /&gt;How I long for you&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Yeah-yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashin? down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I'm sorry now, you were the last thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I'm sorry (girl I?m sorry) &lt;br /&gt;I was wrong (I was wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Both: Could've been there (could?ve been there)&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Shoulda been so strong&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Ooh ooh &lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Woah-woah-woah-woah.. &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Woah-woah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: No I won't let go, know what we can be&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch my life crashin? down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I'm sorry now &lt;br /&gt;LeAnn: Oh I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: You were the last thing &lt;br /&gt;Both: On my mind (on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: I won't watch my life crashin? down on me&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had it all right there before my eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ronan: Girl I'm sorry now, you were the last thing &lt;br /&gt;On my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mind (on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part about the last thing on my mind.. is def not how i feel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Craig David&lt;br /&gt;Album: Slicker Than Your Average&lt;br /&gt;Title: You Don't Miss Your Water ('Til The Well Runs Dry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sail with you across the finest oceans&lt;br /&gt;On a way to find the key to our emotions&lt;br /&gt;Together we will move the clouds to brighter days&lt;br /&gt;Some people question what I say&lt;br /&gt;Tried to break up you and me&lt;br /&gt;But I know this love between us is growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;You can call me whenever from wherever&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Through all the stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;Us break up never&lt;br /&gt;No we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;But I believe so strongly in you and I&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody answer me the question why&lt;br /&gt;You don't miss your water til the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sit back while reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Of when we used to fuss and fight but end up kissing&lt;br /&gt;There may be sad and pain for time so long to wait&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart you'll always be everything and more to me&lt;br /&gt;For I know this love between us is growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;You can call me whenever from wherever&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Through all the stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;Us break up never&lt;br /&gt;No we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know that you&lt;br /&gt;You are always&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You are always forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't miss your water girl no&lt;br /&gt;But I believe so strongly in you and I yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody answer me the question why&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry yeah listen&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get the feeling&lt;br /&gt;You wanna play around starting cheating, remember&lt;br /&gt;You don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say.. tt she is on my mind.. but i'm not expecting anithing to happen. so, no stress yeah, for both u and me. if neutral it is. then neutral is good! hee.. just dun end the frenship bcoz of nothing. coz u "don't miss your water till the well runs dry" yar, hahah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. writing quite alot, so pple check out my previous entries! there is some good stuff! or at least i think so!&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108782822194939702?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108782822194939702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108782822194939702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782822194939702' title='3 songs'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108782217785772255</id><published>2004-06-21T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:49:37.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally in and out of love~</title><content type='html'>i wrote her a letter this morning. and went to kovan just to pass it to her fren. so her fren could pass it to her. then went for driving.&lt;br /&gt;when i got back. i read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;read some stuff.. i dunno how i should feel right now. but from my title. u peepx should guess wat.&lt;br /&gt;stilll.. nothing much has changed. coz.. there was nothing much going at first. =)&lt;br /&gt;to me things are still the same. including the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i know her frens are veri impt to her. and i encourage her to make sure she has strong frenships. so if u r reading this. its good tt u place ya frens first.&lt;br /&gt;i dun realli know wat i'm trying to say.. but.. maybe i dun mind being 2nd place? maybe i dun mind sharing first place? i onli know i dun wanna occupt first place by my self. coz its lonely on top, and bcoz, i want u to have ya frens, and not grow ani more distant bcoz of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex... enuff bout this.. i just hope she makes the right decisions =) i support her no matter her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. today driving was gooD! damn fun!~ i'm getting good at it!~ wheeee..&lt;br /&gt;the instructor asked if i got secretly drive. so i take tt as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;coz i must be quite ok then, as it seems as if i have been driving on my own outside?&lt;br /&gt;dunno larx. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of her. and i dun realli mind if we dun get together. coz we have fun as frens. =) hahah.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108782217785772255?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108782217785772255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108782217785772255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108782217785772255' title='accidentally in and out of love~'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108779223819267609</id><published>2004-06-21T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T12:30:38.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man.. i lurv this song!!</title><content type='html'>craig davids - you don't miss you water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore should come up with a u don't miss our newater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame..&lt;br /&gt;but this song is oh so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be together.. forever!~&lt;br /&gt;you don't miss ur water until the well runs dry&lt;br /&gt;but i believe.. so strongly.. u and i..&lt;br /&gt;can someone answer me the question y..&lt;br /&gt;you don't miss ur water until the well runs dry. &lt;br /&gt;for u r...&lt;br /&gt;owaes on my..&lt;br /&gt;mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r ...&lt;br /&gt;owaes..&lt;br /&gt;on my ...&lt;br /&gt;mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl do u noe..&lt;br /&gt;u r.. owaes... ur owaes on my mind..forever~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108779223819267609?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108779223819267609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108779223819267609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779223819267609' title='oh man.. i lurv this song!!'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108779003175023831</id><published>2004-06-21T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:53:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling kinda pissed now..</title><content type='html'>things just ain't clicking. not falling in place nicely.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i shall perservere!!&lt;br /&gt;i will not be beaten!&lt;br /&gt;hohohohoh!!&lt;br /&gt;hear my trumpet!&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm elephanT!&lt;br /&gt;pooo pooo poooo!~&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. xian!&lt;br /&gt;i hope the trains are fast today!&lt;br /&gt;man...&lt;br /&gt;singapore realli nids to be a freaking line tt goes from purple to red.&lt;br /&gt;instead of purple to green to red.&lt;br /&gt;wat kinda freaking thinking are they doing!&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. there is purple to red. just tt it doesn't link ani where near BUKIT BATOK!&lt;br /&gt;wtf...&lt;br /&gt;i dun want take taxI!&lt;br /&gt;expensive!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108779003175023831?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108779003175023831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108779003175023831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779003175023831' title='feeling kinda pissed now..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108774469116582778</id><published>2004-06-20T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:18:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>determined..</title><content type='html'>i just found out her phone got confiscated by her mom. coz her mom found out she's been talking to guyx..&lt;br /&gt;tts so....&lt;br /&gt;aniwaex.. this onli makes me more determined to be with her.to treat her better. to be there for her if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108774469116582778?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108774469116582778'/><link 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/&gt;just hope tt all is well with her &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108773977317233374?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108773977317233374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108773977317233374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108773977317233374' title='going to try and pack my schedule tight'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108771042123131661</id><published>2004-06-20T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T13:47:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having tuition now..</title><content type='html'>piggy seems to have gone mia.. and i'm worried. not so much for her safety.. coz i noe she can take care of herself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just worried for the sake of being worried. haix... have not heard from her for more than 24 hrs.. can i lodge a missing person's report yet? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108771042123131661?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108771042123131661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108771042123131661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108771042123131661' title='having tuition now..'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822010.post-108771034785002172</id><published>2004-06-20T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T13:45:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some crap to read</title><content type='html'>1. Why Is Grass Green ?&lt;br /&gt;Grass is green because it is envious of trees &lt;br /&gt;which are much taller and don't get stepped on &lt;br /&gt;like grass does. Trees don't get mowed every week &lt;br /&gt;in the summertime and sprayed with Weed-be-gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, grass is green because it is filled with &lt;br /&gt;chlorophyll not chloroform that is a green &lt;br /&gt;pigment that reflects green light from the sun &lt;br /&gt;and absorbs the other colors&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why are clouds white? &lt;br /&gt;Why are clouds white, you say? Clouds are white &lt;br /&gt;because the rain and sleet inside of the clouds &lt;br /&gt;scatters all sunlight equally creating white &lt;br /&gt;light. The same is true for White Cloud toilet &lt;br /&gt;tissue. White light bounces off of the fibers of &lt;br /&gt;the tissue, which scatters light equally and &lt;br /&gt;absorbs next to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are clouds white?&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are white because they are made from &lt;br /&gt;cotton candy. Cotton candy is composed mostly of &lt;br /&gt;sugar and spice and everything nice. Once the &lt;br /&gt;sugar is spun out of control it flies up into the &lt;br /&gt;atmosphere that is filled with angels and &lt;br /&gt;reindeer and small ships on their way to Roswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are white clouds red?&lt;br /&gt;When this is the name of a Native American chief. &lt;br /&gt;And he is communist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why Is Water Wet &lt;br /&gt;Water is wet because the wetter, the better. In &lt;br /&gt;other words, "Viscosity." This is not to be &lt;br /&gt;confused with the city of the Visigoths who ended &lt;br /&gt;up ransacking the countryside and pillaging the &lt;br /&gt;poor villagers, and yes, the Village People, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is water wet? Water is wet so that the fish &lt;br /&gt;and other ocean, lake and river creatures can &lt;br /&gt;move through it with fluent ease. Friction is not &lt;br /&gt;your friend when you are trying to move. We need &lt;br /&gt;to be able to drink. We need for boats not to &lt;br /&gt;sink. We need for our plumbing to work. This is &lt;br /&gt;why water is wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, why is water wet? Water is wet &lt;br /&gt;because our sensations say it is so. We feel &lt;br /&gt;wetness. We get out of a pool and we are &lt;br /&gt;dripping, uh, you know. We take a shower and &lt;br /&gt;we're, um, you know again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of why is water wet cannot be &lt;br /&gt;answered with regular science methodology, but &lt;br /&gt;can be answered in Zen Physics. Water is wet &lt;br /&gt;because this is the nature of water. The nature &lt;br /&gt;of rock is to be hard. The nature of grass is to &lt;br /&gt;be green. The nature of water is to be wet. To &lt;br /&gt;take away from its true nature is to destroy what &lt;br /&gt;is and thus water is not water anymore. It may be &lt;br /&gt;ice, but it surely is not water. Water begets &lt;br /&gt;wetness. Wetness begets slipperiness. &lt;br /&gt;Slipperiness begets falling. Falling begets a &lt;br /&gt;long and painful hospital stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is Mars red? &lt;br /&gt;Mars is red because that is where men are from. &lt;br /&gt;Men like red, so Mars must be red. Men get red &lt;br /&gt;when they are angry or embarrassed or trying to &lt;br /&gt;hold back a fart in mixed company. Mars is red &lt;br /&gt;because it has such a thin atmosphere, which &lt;br /&gt;cannot hold the blue like the earth's atmosphere &lt;br /&gt;can. Mars is also red because of all of the &lt;br /&gt;rusted iron dust surrounding the planet and all &lt;br /&gt;the rusted iron on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars used to be a big iron rock and over time it &lt;br /&gt;has rusted. Rust never sleeps and it is better to &lt;br /&gt;burn out than it is to rust. Into the Mars and &lt;br /&gt;into the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, why is Mars red?&lt;br /&gt;Mars is red because it is made up of thousands or &lt;br /&gt;even hundreds of Mars bars. The light traveling &lt;br /&gt;through the galaxy gets reflected and refracted &lt;br /&gt;and by the time it gets to earth it is red. Mars, &lt;br /&gt;when you are close to it, actually looks like &lt;br /&gt;spumoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why is Mars red?&lt;br /&gt;The ancient Roman god, Mars was a great hunter &lt;br /&gt;(and resident of Georgia) who was smeared with &lt;br /&gt;red blood. Mars had a gun rack on the back of his &lt;br /&gt;truck, drank lots of beer and liked to shoot off &lt;br /&gt;his guns on New Year's Eve. Mars was originally &lt;br /&gt;called the Redneck god, but over time, people &lt;br /&gt;just started saying, "Mars is red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more crap, check out http://www.why-is-the-&lt;br /&gt;sky-blue.tv/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6822010-108771034785002172?l=ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108771034785002172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822010/posts/default/108771034785002172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihaveasplitpersonality.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108771034785002172' title='some crap to read'/><author><name>jT!~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
