<?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-31207768</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:09:05.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buttercup!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-117169316372948172</id><published>2007-02-16T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:19:23.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CHINESE new year eve!</title><content type='html'>Today is anticipation day. Simply because i anticipate the tomorrows to come.&lt;br /&gt;ah hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the number of pineapples i'll be consuming.. (it has been an avg of 4 a day for the past week).&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the number of hongabos i'll get (i can't remember where i placed my hongbaos last year).&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate the amount of money in each hongbaos. (i'll know when my mom gets me to help her packet money). &lt;br /&gt;I anticipate growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being j2 is a bore. your life reduces to mere paper and pen.. and maybe highlighters. we ANTICIPATE that life-determining step in our life in november. perhaps it wouldn't have been that bad.. (or that stressful) if the government decided to scrap it. but that'll be as good as waiting for sumo to illegally escape and fly itself to hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;rjc's chinese new year celeb was hot. Apart from the quite hot but not that hot weather, we had the fever going on. Samuel and Benny were like the coooolest robots ever. Their popping style was like beyond what my body could understand. I shall accept the fact that i have an awfully spastic body which refuses to "pop". but they're good. their waves made them seem like paper dolls which i use to accidentally tear apart when i was young. heck the tearing part. but you get the idea. they're the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;my honey went.&lt;br /&gt;my coach saw my honey.&lt;br /&gt;my coach tried to hit on my honey by offering to buy him ice cream. lol.&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;TELETAKE was SPASTIC. i mean. i was spastic in the telematch. but yeah. oh my pangsai. you should have seen christine and i in the gunny sacks.. every 2 steps we fall once.. i'll coordination was an utter disaster and we stumbled over every 0.5m. blaarhs. we should have laid down side by side in the gunny bag and rolled over since we can't hop/jump/walk/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sudden change of topic. my piano exam is exactly on the day of my physics common test paper, just a few hours later. Think my head mutated into a pineapple when my piano teacher told me that. my hair was on it's ends and i was so stressed pimples sprouted everywhere. ok it wasn't that bad. but it was that bad. i ANTICIPATE failing it..  ah shit. but miracles may just happen. &lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles when you believe..&lt;br /&gt;"i believe i am President of America".&lt;br /&gt;i don't see that happening... -.-&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. &lt;br /&gt;i love shawn.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-117169316372948172?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/117169316372948172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=117169316372948172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/117169316372948172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/117169316372948172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-eve.html' title='Happy CHINESE new year eve!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-116118603899417698</id><published>2006-10-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:40:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello. the world is round.</title><content type='html'>indeeed. i figured i've been going in circles all my life and will probably draw more circles in future. so im a curly person.&lt;br /&gt;alright. my grades aren't good. didnt have much high expectations. it's like.. ABBEE.glarguh. why am i such a stupid girl. oh but wait. it can spell BABEE. hhahah.&lt;br /&gt;cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;mug hard next time.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;mug harder.&lt;br /&gt;promos was a total killer. it drained me of that little bit of energy i had for that week. physics was the ultimate. it just nailed me to the floor and uh. shredded me. haha. alright. i'll quit the morbid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumo's pretty annoying now. He keeps tickling me feeet. and i can't concentrate on typing. and he tickles me with his tongue. gross. lovely dog though. a little crazy though. i mean who is stupid enough to dig at a cushion. sumo. stupid dog. -.- oh great. he bit my bag. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.he's like on my lap now. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's wishing angie and caijing to GET WELL SOON! my 2 crazy babes are like sick &gt;_&lt; nobody to crap with during lecture =((. ahwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i was alone today. did i describe the torturous feeling? when i could only shuddup and talk to myself inside my head (until caijing materialised behind me). Wanting was nice enough to accompany me. and Sharon&amp;Sab for physics. haha. if not i woulda died lar.=D friends are the best things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend? hmm.. that's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah. skill A chem mock spa tml. jialat. haven't exactly got the stuff into my head.. the memory work is much more than the amount of rice i ate today la. 45 minutes to regurgitate whatever yu memorised. quite crappy. it's liek a competition of who has better memory. must as well compete on who has better chewing jaws.&lt;br /&gt;jhush.&lt;br /&gt;sleeep.&lt;br /&gt;sleep is important for beauties like me. ever heard the story sleeeping beauty? same concept doh. =)) SLEEEP MORE BEAUTIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-116118603899417698?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/116118603899417698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=116118603899417698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/116118603899417698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/116118603899417698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-world-is-round.html' title='hello. the world is round.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115824614907868474</id><published>2006-09-14T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:18:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="b2c0f037"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh man. today's a sad day. or rather.. gloomy day.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say.. God bless all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for those who give up.. those who throw everything away just simply because they admit defeat. is that really the solution to everything? i heard yu get handcuffed and whacked by the rottan. Dead. Or alive. But does that matter? what matters is ur dignity.. is that a dignified death? that we all know that you gave it all up because yu THOUGHT yu were incapable? haha. We were talking about a dignified death in GP the other day.. still can't find a good definition to describe it.. but i guess to die with dignity is to die being respected. to die not in a sorry state.. but to die upright. well. hard to define right?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;did your mom ever tell you that jumping is only restricted to a limited height?&lt;br /&gt;God bless ur family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Studies. Regrets. Remorse. what are they? why their strong force to result in our submission. who are we to bow down to these.&lt;br /&gt;we conquer.&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to fight a war and conquer land. yet it seems impossible to conquer our deepest feelings. i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;be strong. be bold.&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;do you regret it now? you lost everything. everything.&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if you knew you wouldn't have tested gravity. you were lost. and so you just went on with that confusion. you made it all worst. you did not ask for directions. why.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll never know. dont be in that situation. remember your responsibility. Why God has placed you here. Make urself worthy in God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS THE WORLD =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i guess that was kinda emotional. i dont know. probably doesn't make sense? but yeah. that was what flowed through my brain.&lt;br /&gt;must things like this happen before yu reflect and look back at how precious you are? perhaps i should put reminders in my phone to remind myself to admire who i am. the girl in the mirror who stares back at me. If i smile. She smiles. I cry. She cries. I control the situation. i love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. outta the emo state. CAIJING NEARLY GOT WHAMMED DOWN BY A CAR TODAY. sheeesh. glad that i asked her to walk faster. but the car wasn't being very nice. the driver did not slow down his speed AT ALL. trust me. if we didn't quicken our pace.. they'll be scraping our bodies off the floor right this instant. yeah. we were wrong to jaywalk. but why the hostile greeting? couldn't you just HONK at us. Singaporean drivers. ha.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i give away ur carplate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. im sick today. ran a temperature of 38.2 degrees.. coupled with a headache and a horrible nausea feeling. don't know why. paid a friggin $4.60 just to take a taxi in to my house from the mrt station. why. cause $2.00 surcharge. damn.&lt;br /&gt;money world. who says you can be happy when you're poor. do you know how miserable life is? hahha. wake up from ur silly belief. it's just a saying. they say looks dont matter when you look for ur life partner. im sure. if that's the case, apples leap back into trees. come on. if you can't stand that look.. you think you can love that person? ha. same with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want a life? you need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saddening to see the world like that. MAN. what sinful creatures we are. When will revelation happen.. oh Lord. pls take care of us. us the ugly creatures. The hope you gave us has carried us so far. Sanctify us. that the world will be made beautiful once again.&lt;br /&gt;that we may smile because we truly want to smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115824614907868474?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115824614907868474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115824614907868474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115824614907868474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115824614907868474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115798774100105640</id><published>2006-09-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:15:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh. i realised why it was so joined up.. cause uh. i screwed up la. hahahha. anyhow. think the alignment a little haywire. come on. RJC LEH. dont come and tell me yu donno how to read cause otherwise yu're gonna read to me the story of the 3 little pigs. (and im not gonna listen).  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm. today was a GREAT day la. went with shawn to bugis. ate at pasta mania there.. well the food aint exactly good there.. think the one @ bishan's way way better. kinda cause the minestrone soup tasted like my cup of water when i accidentally dripped ketchup and soya sauce in. uh. it was just BLEND.. with barely any "substance" or uh. precipitate in it. so.. GO GRAB MOS' MINESTRONE SOUP. it's soo good you'll dilute urself with it. hahaha. yeps. anyway. that's not the point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we finished our meal.. pizza and pasta so i just got up and uh stupidly walked off without my pretty greeen nalgene. den shawn had to yell out loud that i left my bottle on the table so that the whole world knew that i was such a hopeless person. but he was nice enough to reverse to grab my bottle for me (i love shawn!) hahah. ok but i donno but i kinda walked off embarassed up the stairs to the "upper" deck. (they call it the upper deck.. upper by like 4 steps. but still. UPPER. yes. perhaps the chair my ass sits on now is the UPPER platform too since its probably more than 4 steps. nvm. bo ho chio.) THEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh come on read on. this is the BEST BEST BEST PART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i walk up the stairs... reach the top.. then i heard plak. boom. baaam. pong. whomp. KAAAADOOOOOM. saw my green nalgene surf across the upper deck.. rolled a little than died off.. and then hot on its heels was my knight in shining armor collapsing over the staircase.. or perhaps flying. he was PLUNGING UP the deck. landed on his 4 paws. or rather. limbs. his hot ass smiling at the ceiling.. bag over his head sniffing his hair.. shirt sliding down mount everest.. whatever it is. he was on his fours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok now's the time to laugh. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my expression was.. mouth in an ugly oval shape.. eyes bigger than my nose.. contact lens feeeling a slight bit of freedom.. hands glued on my nice cheeks. i just saw godzilla collapse. hahhaha. or.. the spillage of the BLACK sea. woulda ran over to support him.. but he recovered fast.. kinda sprang up like maggi mee scrambled over to my greeen nalgene.. and strided off like nothing happened (ACT ONLY). den i heard a man nearby exclaim "slippery huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my response? "im sure. clumsy means clumsy. even CHERYL walked safely." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shawn says it's called qing4 chu1 yi4 lan3. is it arh? something like disciple surpass master. hahhahaha. learn from me. IM SURE. im such a careful.. glamorous lady. i dont create craters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so anyway. that's not all. i was nice enough to offer him the last ball of ichigo bliss from mos burger (i know yu wanted it ok).  but he said no.. so i said "oh come on.. its screaming to enter ur mouth". and shawn screamed. HE SCREAMED. in mos. a guy. scream. i wonder if his adam's apple actually migrated away or something. hahha. i was stunned. turned out that sometimes knights in charming armors are for display only. (dont yu realise that is why people dont dress up as knights on the streeets? yu only see it in museums. =)) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life's like that. gosh. gotta do my pw now. and stupid msn isn't working. what a good time to screw up. YOU HEAR MY MSN?!? IF YOU DONT START WORKING. IM GONNA TERMINATE MY CONSUMER LOYALTY AND TURN TO... uh. the phone? hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and caijing gave me a BESTFRIEND CLUB MEMBERSHIP.hahha. YOU DON'T HAVE. i get to have special priviledges (hehe.) you don't. jealous? i should issue out CHERYL FAN CLUB MEMBERSHIP CARDS. hahha. priviledges? you get to say hi to me. whahhahahhahhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;psst. caijing thinks she's a princess. she thinks she's doing us a great favour being that lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lets let her live in her delusions ok?? =)) pls dont tell her that she's actually in IMH. hahahha. jk. caijing's the MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTT. ok hiding time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115798774100105640?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115798774100105640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115798774100105640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115798774100105640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115798774100105640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115746426853001626</id><published>2006-09-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:40:10.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoaah. my computer's a little berserk. it crashes and it revives.. crashes again. revives again. doesn't it remind you of something? yeah. ur parents. "........". GIRL ARH. "......". GIRL ARH. "....". GIRL ARH. blablablabla. naah. my parents arent that sort to me now. kinda grew up to be an angel after all. you know they say when kids are pretty when they're young.. they'll grow up to be ugly. when they're small and ugly.. they become princesses. i wonder which i belong to. hahha. oh and i told caijing this once.. you either spend ur life crushing people.. or you spend ur life getting crushed. NO IM NOT GONNA SAY WHICH CATEGORY I FALL UNDER =)) anyway. it's the september holidays and im sad. barely even stepped outta the house.. (and today's tuesday). maybe tml when i go study with caijing and angie.. BUT THE POINT IS. i spent 2 days at home. sleeeping. eating. slacking. 10 things i was supposed to do but didn't do. 1. practise the piano. 2. PCME STUDY PLUS WORK. 3. go gaaah gaaah over shopping and crying over my empty wallet. 4. clean up my pig sty and get rid of all the pigs. 5. train sumo. well it's halfway. i got him to pee and poop at the right spot. (not counting the one he did on my hand..) 6. oh hell shit. i donno. 7. yu think if i cant think of no. 6 i'll think of no. 7?! 8. think of stuff that im suppose to do for no. 6 and 7. 9. dl my photos and store them nicely. 10. edit photos if necessary. but.. UGLY MEANS UGLY LA. ah right. there. life sucks. oh yes. forgot the most important one too.. PW. PROJECT WORK. the word feared by most but conquered by all. irony isn't it. like waaah shit im so scared. then heh heh. go clean my toes. oh and shawn's in tioman now. so sad =(( the occasional beeep in my phone now gone. ok not beeep. VIBRATION. and he calls me at night for uh. 5 minutes. -.-" kill me. it goes.. hello. byebye. SAAAAAAADDDDDD. maybe if life wasn't so sad. i'll be happy. if i was happier, life wont be so sad. and if i could type faster.. my computer screen willl hang.. but it seems as if that is not gonna happen cause i can't type any faster wihoutroi making any typi errors which i ama making now. ok stop cheryl stop. hahhahah. stupid. yu know but maybe it ain't as bad as it is.. you have people all over the world disabled without their sense of hearing.. without limbs.. with extra stuffs (imagine if you had an extra brain). harh. eh. parents home. back to life without typing! I LOVE YOU WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="52a1cbcd"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115746426853001626?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115746426853001626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115746426853001626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115746426853001626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115746426853001626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115701389771587028</id><published>2006-08-31T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:44:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;im sick. darn. as if being sick is the best thing in the world. apart from the fact that you get to mia from school and sleep during physics classes without being minced. it all started with me playing tennis on saturday.. if only i wasnt that greedy. hahaha. played for 2 hours straight.. in the hot sun and all. it's no wonder im roasted. and so i fell sick. esp on monday when i went to nlb with shawn. my accomplishment? 2 physics question in 2 hours. hhahahhaha. wth. im totally clueless over physics and maths now. like jammed and stuck at binomial whatever and superposition.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i didnt go teacher's day celebration.. =( kinda feel bad. but what to do when ur physically ill. coughing on the mrt makes you look as if you're some criminal. one cough and you have eyes turning upon yu.. as if yu're some kinda magnet. BUT.it's only for a split second. then the world's back to normal. cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;it's the hols and im betting the whole world's studying. yes. that includes me and my pathetic self.. asked angie and caijing to study with me during the hols.. apparently they've already agreed to study at woodlands library (so far =[ for me). so i made a little of noise and i guess they're changing to a venue more central.. or not..? shrugs. CROSS MY FINGERS!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's a little something interesting. sumo's kinda a chicken -.- the weather has been kinda beautiful over these few days.. cooling and all. well. it was nice until the rain and storm comes in. apparently sumo was so scared he started spewing shit all over.. ran other my table.. snugged in one corner and started pooping again. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH. hahahhahhaa. my grandfather had to yank him out. LOL. he was trembling like God knows what. had to calm him down. and then he refused to eat and all. crazy guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;and the other time my rabbit decided to do its marathon round its cage.. it made a din. kinda flipped over he's toilet... crashed into its food bowl... bumped into its sleeping cave.. -.- so yeah. NOISE. and sumo? he ran away. ba4 tui2 jiu4 pao3. you know. faster than ever. hahaha. stupid HUNTING dog. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but. he's a puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;my bro's playing gunbound. can't believe it. the game i used to be pro in.. or so i thought. yu're pro as long as yu win right? haha. come to think of it. it's quite a cute game. interesting variation from the game worms. worms make me think of wimps. what else crawls on the floor like its a slug. a slug. ha. bottomline is.. worms are ugly. gunbound characters still have a sense of fashion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;wish we had halloween..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115701389771587028?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115701389771587028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115701389771587028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115701389771587028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115701389771587028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115598198567170611</id><published>2006-08-19T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:06:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I CLEARED SUMO'S SHIT. MY FIRST TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohmyhell. i think my face twisted worst than a bulldog or sharpei. THE SMELL WAS REVOLTING. it's the kind when you know it's your last breathe and ur lungs are about to jump outta ur body to escape.. actually no. the nose. my nose was about to take off from my face and run off without me.. no wonder there's the term.. RUNNING NOSE. -.- so anyway. this was how it went. Sumo started jumping about.. whining all over.. turning in circles.. jumping DESPERATELY trying to get out.. walking all over.. it looked like popcorn.. except that it couldn't jump that high and it was hilariously clumsy. it raced around. and im serious! i think he was faster than my electronic toy car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;being a total noob at being a dog owener. i just stoood there and stared at it as it struggled to reach for my hand. hahha. OH YES. i stubbornly left my hand there.. hoping that i could give sumo a helping hand -.- so anyway i dragged it to the toilet.. (oh yes he has a toilet specially for himself) and squatted there with him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;time flew. but slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was stuffy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i almost shitted myself squatting there. OH YEAH IM SURE LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sumo was still as "hyper". and then. THE TIME CAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he retreated to a corner. SILENCE. i thought it was gonna pounce on me or something.. i mean that's what you'll do if ur parents go crazy and lock yu in the toilet with them.. and squat down with ya right.. so yes. it stood there. spread his legs WIDE apart.. and when i say wide. i mean wide.. if i used my portractor to measure the angle of spread.. it'll be ALMOST 90 degrees. whohohoho. so anyway. i stared and it. it stared at its ass. and i couldn't see what was going on behind.. smart dog yeah. hahha. he wanted his modesty too.. scared that i'll get high looking at his ass. and then he gallantly strided away from.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;his shit. and pee. oh and mind you. his shit looked damn nice. i mean... not nice as in tasty and stuff.. but it had a profound shape. curved up.. then the bad part came. there was shit on the wall.. cause his ass rubbed against the wall. wowwhee right. goodness. so pee and shit.. i guess you can predict the smell.. it's worst than my brother's poop. i bet it's worst than yours.  it was.. ok i can't describe it. i mean who the hell knows how to describe how a shit smells like.. it just smells like.. SHIT. damn. the dictionary is limited. uh huh. so let me give it a word.. it smelt like SDFBRFGJUDFUBDSGHIBNGIDSNJAOFHGIGTREH. yeah. and i had to scrape it off the floor.. wrap it in newspaper.. and threw it in the dustbin.. and washed the toilet. bla. ok that's not the best part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the best part is.. THE NEWSPAPER OF SHIT AND PEE IS IN THE RUBBISH BIN. tomorrow.. when the rubbish collector comes.. he's in for a HUGE SURPRISE. hahaha.open the bin's lid to be welcomed by a gush of fragrance so strong it'll sweep you off your feet. there you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha. life's like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;back to my indiv EOM. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see ya later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115598198567170611?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115598198567170611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115598198567170611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115598198567170611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115598198567170611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cleared-sumos-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115591085201729814</id><published>2006-08-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:20:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah. im a lazy piece of shit.. hahaa.following the flow of the sewage pipes.. to this huge basin and waaahlaa. through ur tap.. and i say "hi angie hi caijing" when yu guys wake up in e morning to brush teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway. stupid angie. hahaha. the dog's mine. GOT MY SHIBA INU TODAY. it's name is SUMO. =)) BIG. FAT. ATHLETIC DOG. ok the fat isn't exactly the attractive part.. but yeah. the fact is. it is strong and athletic.. it's beeeyoutiful. looks just like a fox. =)) medium sized. anyway.. it shredded newspaper to get my attention. sheesh. i had to whack it.. although my bro said i wasn't merciless enough. HOWW CAN I BEEAAR TOO!! =(( it's damn cute la. and it whines for attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok i shall update another day. sleeepy. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115591085201729814?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115591085201729814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115591085201729814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115591085201729814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115591085201729814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115495939584128904</id><published>2006-08-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T07:03:20.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY IM TOO HAPPY TO BE MORE THAN HAPPY BECAUSE I AM MOST HAPPY AND SO IM HAPPIEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh man oh man oh man. angie and caijing are the dearest dears of ever. as idiotic and crazy as they may be they still have brains. hahhaa. they went around pasting A4 size papers writing HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL. =)) it's really touching to have ur friends do this for you and like wherever yu go.. yu see it. like doing yoga class.. i saw the nice sign pasted on the mirror! so i took it down and placed it under the care of my warm ass while i did yoga. the sad thing was.. uh i lost balance and accidentally tore the side of the paper. it was an accident and so i am not clumsy ok. but yeah. there were more all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and what's the greatest. shawn barged in midway during my yoga lesson to give me a kiss and my present! he was so crazy he crashed rjc.. crashed in the middle of my yoga lesson to KISS ME. like.. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. HA. i bet all you guy's boyfriends out there dont do this. shawn's my angel. love him to bits! so yeah. got me totally stunned.. i could actually balance for my yoga position.. cause i was STONING THERE. in SHOCK. oh darn. i love him so much. and he gave me this big forever friends bear with a heart in the middle.. together with this card which he personally designed.. i opened it and had the laugh of my life. not that it was funny. it was just plain.. shawn. hahahha. it looked like my kindergarten artwork. it's so beautiful. i'll frame it up. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;caijing gave me a boob boosting fairy.. gee. she's wishing me to get a G cup. goodness. that's as huge as my head. imagine having 3 heads on ur body.. just that one has hair and 2 doesn't. ok. still it's sick. imagine when yu run.. those 2 balls will be sloppishly wobbling in the air. like YAAAAKK. hahahha. not only is i a hindrance.. it's.. uh. heavy. and normally huge chests result in saggy chest.. which is unfortunately.. a turn off. yeah. haha. or not? ohwells. CAIJING AH. i'm happy with what im endowed with. perhaps we could consider liposuction fairies which fly around with a gargantuan vacuum cleaner sticking outta their sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh. so caijing gave me the top.. and angie happily picked the bottom. hahahha. she bought me CALVIN KLEIN UNDERWEAR. wow. hahhaha. rainbow coloured of striped.. and dots. dots as in polka dots.. not dots as in "dots -.-" hahahhaha. and damn. she nearly bought me the panty saying "i'm horny". oh come on yu know this can't be true. my skin's so smooth.. there's not even a thorn.. not to mention a HORN. although it's just one less "t". Perhaps i should have one that says "im an ass" hahhaha. that'll be nice. so perhaps we should have a shirt saying.. "this is a shirt." and a pants that say "this is lingerie." muahhahas. ok. outta point. whatever it is. it's hot hot hot hot hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;chinleong was nice today.. he sent my bday present to my doorstep and left it with my grandfather. hahha. so if ur reading this. BIG THANKS YEAH. =)) ur a great friend to have. apart from the fact that ur specs amuse me.. with that whole slab of masking tape that makes ur specs look like chicken drumstick..  be more careful man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;aaah. today's a great day. angie and caijing and shawn made today the best birthday i ever had. just wanna say i love you guys cause you guys are just... MY LOVES. lallalalla. make love! oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;caijing i hope ur balaakoo will go down.. and so you wont have a "HUGE PIMPLE" there.. and i hope everything turns out fine for ya yeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115495939584128904?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115495939584128904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115495939584128904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115495939584128904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115495939584128904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-happy-im-too-happy-to-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115487485837329147</id><published>2006-08-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:34:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;ah yes. i realised it's been quite awhile since i blogged and loads of things did happen. so bare with the grandmother story-telling blood that's flowing in me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;I WENT TANNING WITH JOANNE ON SATURDAY. she brought tanning oil and we like glazed ourselves to be ready for grill. i swear. it's HOT. as in. OIL. what do you think. we had to like get into the pool to cool ourselves down.. the Sun was mercilessly blazing. It was like having this staring competition with me until i gave up and wore my shades.. which stubbornly slip down my nose cause i had TANNING OIL on it. oh wow. hahaha. it looked like my granny specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;was great though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and then i went for dance with caijing. felt like an idiot cause i hadn't bought my latin shoes and so i just kept slipping.. hahaha. I MADE OUR INSTRUCTOR'S COUSIN FALL DOWN. the clumsy nature of me.. or it was not exactly my fault either.. we were trying to make a 360 degree spin turn and so yeah.. we got dizzy and BOOOM. ok not boom. but yeah. bom. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oops. i forgot about friday. went out with my dear shawn on friday. he's such a loveable animal. alright. wrong description. but he actually RAN TO SEVEN ELEVENS TO BURY A MILO PACKET THERE IN THE HEAP OF ICE CREAM. (why) to get frozen milo later on.. which was only what i realised when he told me we were gonna have frozen milo for dessert. so we went to seven eleven and started "digging our shit hole" in the pile of ice cream. naah. we were digging for the milo packet.. apparently there was only one left.. the other was spotted and taken away by the vicious enemy - the shopkeeper. ahwells. ok so we snipped the sides and opened the packet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh wow. we had no spoon. for the harden block of milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;we did. STUPID SHAWN DIGGED HIS HAND INTO THIS BAG AND BRANDISHED OUT 2 SHINY METALLIC OBJECTS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;TEASPOONS. from NTUC which he bought last minute at bishan while waiting for me to crawl outta school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i just realised tomorrow's my birthday.. doesnt sound like anything great at all. HAD TO DO PW today.. Chun and Zhengya were busy being great social workers while kenneth and i did the work sitting at a corner on the floor near a power plug for my laptop. oh and stupid zhuyan. SHE COULDNT RECOGNISE ME. and she asked chun if i was kenneth's gf. like.. OH. MY. GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;hate to say it.. but i got confused by this blogger's "publish post" button.. it's orange.. for a moment i thought it was my msn convo blinking.. haha. i mean. it's almost the same shade. ha. alright. stupid. outta point. cheryl's blind and idiotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;freak. im fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;just a little stupid stuff here. if one day i could have whatever i want to have.. i would not want to have anything cause i would have everything. yes? no? perhaps not. whichever. if one day i'm a giant.. i would make sure i step on caijing's house till it's sea level. if one day i could.. OMG I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING. ANGIE OWES ME A DANCE. wth. im supposed to sit back.. drink my mocha while angie dances in front of me. then i can trip her. stupid girl cheated my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;kill her tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="2ed610e4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115487485837329147?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115487485837329147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115487485837329147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115487485837329147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115487485837329147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115452109475917885</id><published>2006-08-02T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:18:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;today was a GREAAT DAY.. BMTC wasn't that bad after all.. was supposed to pon it. but due to unforeseen circumstances (such as the dreadful cloudy weather) i went for BMTC. caijing and i literally GOBBLED our food down rushing to make it on time. and guess what. youtiao becomes easier to eat after soaking it in soup =) i stuffed like.. uh. 4 pieces of 1.5 inch sticks of youtiao into my mouth. well the best thing wasn't the great stuffing. it was the tray returning.. you see.. caijing had a "friend" who happily sat next to us. we never talked to him before. SO ONE FINE DAY. he tries to strike a convo with us.. starting with "would you like some donuts?" (actually. it's kinda wth. WHAT A WAY TO START A CONVO). but anyway. little did he know.. we were in a hurry. so we conveniently asked him to clear the trays for us. and then we felt like shit. ORH MAN. i hope he won't be too sad. i mean. THAT'S THE SADDEST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN IN UR LIFE RIGHT. striking a convo and whoot. you end up a SERVANT. no different from those blue characters in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ah yes. BMTC. blasted. lost my face there. stupid kenneth go YAA YAA. do the whatever army obstacle course monkey bar. being the nice me.. i saw his red nalgene water bottle on the floor. so i picked it up and carried it along (since i thought he left it behind and we were leaving the place). and he's my pw mate. so. ok. cheryl's nice. BUT. BUT. when i YELLED at him to take his water bottle back.. as in really.. YELL. it wasn't his. it sounds retarded and cranky here. BUT I TELL YOU.. THAT IS THE LAST DAY I SHALL EVER EVER BE NICE AGAIN. anyway. then this army guy (he's quite hot actually) came up to claim his poor water bottle from my clutches. and so i melted. SO MALU. OH GOD OH GOD. WHYY. why wasn't it some ugly shit fat blob's water bottle.. so i won't give a shit! or actually.. that'll suck. and so my class guys concluded that i did it on purpose to get the army guy's attention. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ANGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;MALU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;piangs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but i still love shawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;caijing sucks. i think we can have a book on "Plans to blablablabla". she's quite clumsy actually. spilled water in her bag.. which leaked out.. and WET HER SKIRT. she must have looked like an idiot. i mean.. imagine ur the nice army petrol person guiding the rjc ladies and gentlemen.. and you see this goldfish-cake-puff stumbling outta the boat.. with a patch of water on her skirt.. so they'll think "did she just broke a hole in the boat with her awfully heavy weight and wet herself?" or "did she take a bath in the toilet bowl without removing her skirt." whatever the case. it's.. "wow. her skirt got pattern."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;nehehhehehes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;shit la. gotta do PW and ECONS. it's just so gonna kill me. staying up late. those ugly eyebags which have grown to be bigger than my eyes.. that radiant glow in my face GONE. tired. i freaking look like a resurrected corpse. PW. great shit. ECONS. greater shit. sometimes i wonder why did econ mini mart call itself econ mini mart. other than the fact that it is mini and affordable. that's such an ugly name la. it's just like.. chem clinic. or. math bank. sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway. i'll end up with top 7  couples or couples predicted to be in class:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. WANTING AND KENNETH (HATE KENNETH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. ZHUYAN AND CHENHUI (chenhui sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. BEANIE AND BOONKIAT (damn you should see how they clique)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. BRENT AND KENNETH (friggin' two timer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. BENJAMIN AND ANQING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;6. ANQING AND KENNETH (kenneth's fault la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;7. NGEE KIANG AND ZHENGYA (wah wah wah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh oooh wah. that's the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh. here's a question. ARE WE THAT CRAZY. next time you want to press "turn off".. press  "crazy". oh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and we harassed davidson today. MUAHHAHAHHAHAS.  he has yet to take up our once in a lifetime offer of simply. help. we should remind him of our offer. life is good. we're such nice pple. oh caijing oh caijing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115452109475917885?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115452109475917885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115452109475917885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115452109475917885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115452109475917885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-greaat-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115427167743200684</id><published>2006-07-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:01:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh my shit and my pee and my. OHMY LAR. CAIJING JUST TOL D ME I CANT GO TANNING CAUSE WE HAVE BMTC ON THAT DAY. waaah. what am i doing wasting my life going to a FREAKING MILITARY CAMP. when.. IM A GIRL. agjoieangfbjhadirythidwgofkdghufgh. i think im way better off.. tanning. ok see while tanning i can study and read.. but while bmtc-ing.. wth. i donno what i can do. check out hot army soldiers?! wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;what the shit la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;what the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;go there to get brainwashed.. maybe come back singapore with grass in my hair.. green paint all over.. looking like grasswoman. sekarli got people come up to me and speak in !kung bushment language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;hello im grasswoman because i have grass in my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh really. hi im spinach cause i wanna be popeye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yes. i know im blogging on the same day. it's not that i FORGOT that i blogged. i REMEMBERED. just that. sometimes blogging is necessary more that other times. ok that doesn't make sense. but if this is my blog. i can make today.. twodays. it's just an addition of a double-you. =) and. blogging's kinda fun. pls dont make me write a whole argumentative essay here. ok. cause according to utilitarianism, we're all happier. since i am all. and everybody. and according to the Divini Command Theory. uh. shit. go fine our urself yu lazy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway. shawn says i must blog about him. so yeah. he fell today. crumbled into a scrawny guy behind him.. causing that poor guy to lose balance too.. and the whole bus SHOOK. no la. not him. the bus stopped. so eeeeek. everybody displaced in the same direction. except for poor shawn. HE LOST BALANCE. why. cause change in momentum = mv-mu. and shawn's mass is large. so.. change greated. and if yu calculate inertia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;aiyah go ask ur physics teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but. shawn's charming ok. love him to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and his internet sucks big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and the signal and my basement sucks!! i had to climb up on my chair to catch a signal. talk about modern age chimpanzees. not only do i see a representation of that in caijing. i think im becoming one. at least the chair beared with my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh wow. guess what im doing now. infringing the copyrights of XXXXX. hahaha. ok not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;HORRRIGIIBBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i forgot to give our my surveys. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115427167743200684?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115427167743200684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115427167743200684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115427167743200684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115427167743200684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-shit-and-my-pee-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115426784931544167</id><published>2006-07-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:57:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;second day im online. for the weekend. i'll probably disappear for a whole week thereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh great. blogging made me realised that nothing happened today. hahhaha. nothing that special that i'll gah gah over. except for the fact that my aunty's expecting a girl.. and she's coming in NOVEMBER. how exciting. i want to carry her. never got to carry a BABY. GIRL. sad though.. imagine when she's a youth.. young and hot.. i'll be that old aunty cousin nagging. WTAHIDHTI^#%&amp;^%. what a sad life. when i grow old i want to have an all white hair head. i mean thats when im a granny. it's kinda hot huh.. my whole head will be ONE WHITE HEAD. other pple got blackheads.. whiteheads.. which they furiously squeeze now and then.. i got white head. just hope i wont be mistaken for the mop that you misplaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ah yes. school's gonna start again tml.. our happy smart chem teacher SQUEEZED (no she didnt squeeze her black/white heads) a CHEMISTRY LESSON during our BREAKTIME. without our PERMISSION. talk about being polite. oops i forgot. the school teaches students. not teachers. talking about teachers.. makes me remember the times teachers were not called mr and mrs so and so.. they were called.. tcher. so.. if ur name's riddick.. it'll be like.. yu know what i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh waah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;joey's gonna go tanning with me on wednesday =) i'll finally be able to get rid of my ugly ugly ugly swimming COSTUME tanline. the one which shawn commented is DAMN OBVIOUS. actually.. i should call tanning.. grilling. it's just like cooking urself teppanyaki style. that little salt coming from ur sweat.. the seasoning from ur tanning oil.. and that nice tender flesh. sick. reminds me of final destination 3. being cooked on the tanning bed. BUT WTH. how can the tanning bed have such high temp that it's dangerous? i mean.. isnt there a HEAT detector inside or something.. or something like circuit breaker alike shit. aww. it's a damn sick death. blisters and pus and gooey shits. sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yeah. my chem relief teacher thought us something smart.. if you want to see the colour of iron(II). go cut urself. it's reddish brown. blood colour. wahhooots. so if you forget it during exams.. you know what that penknife in ur pencil case is for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;life sucks la. friggin' boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;what the shit. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115426784931544167?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115426784931544167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115426784931544167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115426784931544167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115426784931544167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/07/second-day-im-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115414197806799426</id><published>2006-07-28T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:59:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must posts have titles.. i can't think of a title. but ohwells. imagine if we had no titles. or rather. no names. OH HO. den we'll be calling each other like.. Hello DNA435743346665XXXXXXXXX. or Hello 0400defectivechromosome. or whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad. =( because. women are bigger than men.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. xin ru dao ge. imagine wringing ur heart dry of bloood. that's how it feeeels. anyhow. life's like that. maybe i have too many chromosomes. or too much cells. or. caijing says go for liposuction. but. GIRL I DONT HAVE LIPO. SUCK WHAT. LIPS?! hahahha. if i ever grow to be a scientist.. i'll have a donate growth department. DGD. AH. who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. woke up expecting to go swim and play tennis. but i got lazy. gonna send my friend off at the airport. stupid guy's migrating. KEVIN MULIA_ _ _ _ _ _ _. whatever the rest of his name is. idiot shit going US. what so great about that place. Singapore's nice and cosy. yu meet nice friendly people like me, me and me. you have such a great education system it speeds up ur aging process so yu can have more wisdom. and because singapore's so small. technically we're at such close proximity to one another, we can say we all bai tou xie lao. lets embrace aging. oh wait. maybe it's stress. yeah. Singapore's about stress. why do you think our land capacity is so STRESSED. maybe one day Singapore will be so heavy it'll just sink and become the next At lantis. and for all i know.. future scientist will dig my ugly body and dissect me and wonder.. (was this how Singaporean's used to look like...? a BEAST?!) or not. ok. crap with the Singapore part. The second part of my life today will be better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;DANCING WITH CAIJING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahhahhaha. we will be pro i swear. yu will see us drift across the dance floor. so gently. ever heard of the phrase.. yi piao yi piao. yeah. gracefully. we'll fly around. sway with us. (oh that's after we proceed to INTERMEDIATE CLASS). hahhaha. ohwells. runners started out with small baby steps. butterflies started out crawling like a wimp. why not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;but. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i need my latin shoes. GLARGH. to-be-bought. will get it today i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'll have piano lesson later. piano lessons are lesson where yu clean ur piano keys with ur fingers. there's a reason why you have to wash ur hands first before playing the piano.. just like how yu wash ur dirty hands before washing ur face. I DID NOT PRACTISE PIANO. so that means. not only wil i face the "nice" "soothing" piano music coming from my deformed fingers. im gonna hear my teacher "singing" along. =) what a nice affectionate sigh. "Da shi teng. Ma shi ai." that's from caijing. She was a piss of crap in GP. full of shit. i'll like to see her knock down arguments by world class philosophers since philosophy is crap(i mean it goes in circles right?) and caijing is crapper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ohyeah. just a top up on life in schoool. Bubbles HAS A SECRET ADMIRER. waaaah. actually. it's so normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;well. ok. back to my mission in life for now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Breathe on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Turn on. (as in turn on not as in turn on but turn on as in turn on the hardworking me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Switch off (the ugly me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;im gonna get a puppy =)) and i swear. it'll be so adorable. my blemishes and scars shall be concealed by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;love you my dear puppy-to-be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;shawn? no chance. hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;did i tell you he's a great bf? i guess not. cause that's my SECRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115414197806799426?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115414197806799426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115414197806799426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115414197806799426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115414197806799426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-must-posts-have-titles.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31207768.post-115384069593960401</id><published>2006-07-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T08:32:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW BLOG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok it's still in pieces actually.. partially cause caijing say the c-box or tagboard or whatever doesn't have so and so.. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;so uh. yeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's still useable. so. we will rot and wait for xuanang to tell me my user and password. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;im a nooob at blogging. i swear. dont know a shit abt html wadsoever. i just know i was asked to copy and paste some essay into the template big open space. and so here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;talking about essay. left caijing's gp common test essay in church. WHAHAHHAHAS. so stupid. but thank God man. i thought she was gonna explode when she heard that. but she was quite nice about it. heng arh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;haiyin's (and sean and chenhui.. but that's not the point) birthday was celebrated today after school with the class. and like the prcs were quite bad.. they read haiyin's card.. den chenhui wrote "Good look to you" like. wth. ok. it's funny. i laughed too. but i dono what im laughing about. i mean imagine it's ur bday card. and somebody tells you goood look to you. and the prcs intepreted it as. wo gei ni yan se kan - i give you colour see. (YES I DONNO HOW TO TYPE IN CHINESE EITHER). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;had tennis sports carn today. like pangsai. kept double faulting my way to my grave. hahhaa. and my arms wanna piak out now. played with lester/linus (whichever twin it was i played with). i actually survived and not die. =)) so that's my piece of motivation. oh but have you ever seen a duck playing tennis? come watch me. never felt so spastic before. (and i just found out i can't play chapteh for nuts.) wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;OK HERE COMES MY TAGBOARD. courtesy of caijing who gave up waiting and did one for me. didnt know she was so pro in all these kinda shit. look at her like some blur nooob. moral of the story: dont judge kids who look blur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;so. lovelovelovelovelove &lt;33&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="47bffed4"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31207768-115384069593960401?l=gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/feeds/115384069593960401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31207768&amp;postID=115384069593960401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115384069593960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31207768/posts/default/115384069593960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gotta-love-cheryl.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-blog.html' title='MY NEW BLOG.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173186384466883759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
