<?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-10720578</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:48:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonez apartment</title><subtitle type='html'>my house. hey, hu gave u the keys!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natalie tan</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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116773781577413624</id><published>2007-01-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:36:55.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER EVER EVER EVER act smart and try and defy your mother.</title><content type='html'>I tore up some idiotic crap Child Rights book today because it practically made my mother cry, and then made me cry and then made us not talk to each other. Go ahead and complain if you think I should tell you exactly what happened but I'm just going to pour out the stuff that's tormenting my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. IF YOU READ EVERY POST IN MY BLOG (thanks, btw), YOU'LL KNOW THAT MY YOUNGER BROTHER COULD REALLY HELP ME ONCE IN A WHILE IN SOMETHING. MY MOTHER PROMISED ME THAT THIS YEAR HE WILL HELP LATE LAST YEAR BUT NOW SHE'S TELLING ME HE'LL HAVE NO CHANGE WHATSOEVER AND BECAUSE I POINTED OUT AGE DISCRIMINATION IN THAT DUMBASS BOOK I FEEL ALL BAD INSIDE AND SO IS MY MUM. NOW SHE'S DOING THAT THING WHERE SHE TEACHES ME A LESSON (OR TRIES TO) BY NOT TALKING TO ME OR DELIBERATELY TREATING MY BROTHERS BETTER. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY PARENT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN BREAK THE PROMISES YOU GAVE ME. ALL I ASK FOR IS SOME HELP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bla happy bout tomorrow bla school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116773781577413624?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116773781577413624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116773781577413624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116773781577413624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116773781577413624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-ever-ever-ever-act-smart-and-try.html' title='NEVER EVER EVER EVER act smart and try and defy your mother.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116745958271773725</id><published>2006-12-30T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:39:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D Ashley NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2975/841/1600/818667/ashleyT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2975/841/320/116648/ashleyT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other images &lt;a href="http://www.ashley-t.com/photos/thumbnails.php?album=110"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creds to ashley-t.com. It's a very very informative site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my blog is a sub fan site. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116745958271773725?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116745958271773725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116745958271773725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116745958271773725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116745958271773725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-ashley-news.html' title='=D Ashley NEWS!!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116745664170112695</id><published>2006-12-30T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:30:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I just finished stacking up worksheets from 2001-2006. There were BDAY invites, science notes, autographs and doodles in the stack too. I'm pretty sure. There could be a gorilla eating fillet covered in spaghetti sauce for all I know. It's just so damn messy. Anyways I can't find a plastic bag so the possible gorilla is now lounging on my desk. There were flyers and bible phrases and loads of other stuff I can't mention as it may cause momentary shock to your fizzled brain. Anyways nowadays I'm really really bored. I don't feel like doing anything but clean my room. *sigh* I keep rearranging m items and I ended up with the same thing as before. Clearing up for the new year can be so ... Since I have no idea what I can blog maybe I can start some TV show from my house or outside school or whatever. Which BTW reminds me that I have to tie my hair up. It's too long to be hanging loose but to short to tie up. Stupid school rules. We won't hurt anybody right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116745664170112695?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116745664170112695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116745664170112695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116745664170112695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116745664170112695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/update_30.html' title='Update'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116723021316622243</id><published>2006-12-27T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:36:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Icons</title><content type='html'>I thought why not make (pathetic crap) unofficially official unofficial Ashley Tisdale headstrong Icons for you guys. The internet is affected by some freak earthquake in Taiwan (from eating too many sausages I assume) so I can only manage 2 at the moment. I'm not even sure if I can post this. Then again I'm not sure about everything. Even if I have 10 fingers. Or 8 fingers and 2 thumbs. Oh come one you gotta admit they're nice. Right? Right? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psst...I pay you $2 you say yes can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2975/841/320/802465/ashley%20headstrong%20icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2975/841/320/802465/ashley%20headstrong%20icon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, as predicted, I can't load the second icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I created some kinda logo thingy for her but her manager person lady woman whatever thing probably thought of this already. And if you are dumb enough &lt;b&gt;to download and use, click on the image and then right click on the image in the window that pops up, then Save Picture As and then Ok.&lt;/b&gt;  I guess this is sort of like a present to you guys on Christmas. I obviously can't buy everyone a present. I know you're rich and your father's an MP. Don't rub it in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116723021316622243?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116723021316622243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116723021316622243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116723021316622243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116723021316622243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/ashley-icons.html' title='Ashley Icons'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116712701115840967</id><published>2006-12-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:56:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley Music</title><content type='html'>Ashley's Album cover art is decided and her music site is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleymusic.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116712701115840967?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116712701115840967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116712701115840967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116712701115840967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116712701115840967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/ashley-music.html' title='Ashley Music'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116712121848776776</id><published>2006-12-26T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:20:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom creates ideas again.</title><content type='html'>Okay this is supposed to help me and you guys with our boredom and also to teach people who feel insecure about their looks a lesson. I collected the famous facial features of celebrities who are supposedly gorgeous and patched them together to create a plastic franken woman thing lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/925/frankenwomancopybh4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns out so unnatural and creepily prefect. Now would you really want to look perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what GOD has given you, because you are unique and innmer beauty is much more important. If you don't like the way you look, don't just whine. Eat more fruits and err.. forget the veggies. I know how they taste.m Avocados are perfect though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face: Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Jennifer Anniston/Aniston, whatever&lt;br /&gt;Lips: Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;Nose: Ashlee Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116712121848776776?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116712121848776776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116712121848776776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116712121848776776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116712121848776776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/boredom-creates-ideas-again.html' title='Boredom creates ideas again.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116704638307373038</id><published>2006-12-25T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:37:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM CREATES and INNOVATES</title><content type='html'>I had time on my skinny hands so I decided to see if how I will fair if I had the chance to help a celeb with their site. I lost the fergie site file so I'd just show you guys the Ashley Tisdale and Brenda Song one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Click to enlarge. No part of the content below is associated with the actual celebrities mentioned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/9033/ashleytisdalewebcopyiy1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/9033/ashleytisdalewebcopyiy1.gif" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://ashleytisdale.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the the actual Ashley Tisdale site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/650/brendasitecopyps5.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/650/brendasitecopyps5.gif" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://brendasongsite.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the actual Brenda Song site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI these fake gimmick site screenshots have all the actual details from the actual sites. Please compare and comment? (Hopeless and desperate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116704638307373038?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116704638307373038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116704638307373038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116704638307373038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116704638307373038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/boredom-creates-and-innovates.html' title='BOREDOM CREATES and INNOVATES'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116702492870824355</id><published>2006-12-25T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:40:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEGATIVE meets POSITIVENESS</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that my mother got the GREATEST PHONE ON EARTH, in my humble (yeah, right.) opinion. Nokia 7390. 3 megapixel, super memory and gorgeousness I can only dream of creating. Frankly it looks like one of my blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image2.sina.com.cn/IT/mobile/productphoto/U513P2T186D15306F4716DT20061009162715_w515.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I like it so much. FYI I only have stuff that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1.My parents give to me&lt;br /&gt;2.Is compulsory&lt;br /&gt;3.Looks like something I will make&lt;br /&gt;4.Something I made&lt;br /&gt;5.Something I modified or helped in making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate using common stuff. Really. It makes me feel so.... normal. Imagine if evryone's the same. Disgusting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst day ever. ' I had the worst day ever' has been used like 70576 times in my life (not counting the time I used ' I had the worst day ever' to explain how many times I used the phrase ' I had the worst day ever' and those times don't count either). So I decided to create a section in the navigations to keep track of bad days then you guys vote or whatever to keep track of what really is the worst day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I followed my parents aka royalty to Orchard and Tampines. To get a free lip gloss charm that comes with the Nokia 7390 and to buy a shelf from IKEA. It was raining and crowded and noisy at Orchard. It was raining, crowded, noisy at Tampines and we took the wrong MRT route to Tampines. Then when we took the right train we got lost at the station and 300 people there gave us different directions. We ended up lining up for 40 minutes for a stupid shuttle bus. The first bus was full so we had to wait for the next one, but the driver went to eat dinner. EAT DINNER! At least call a replacement please. Anyways we got sick of waiting and took a taxi to IKEA and the guy cheated us our money buy reversing and going in circles. Then when we reached IKEA at 6pm, the first thing we saw was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;24 December: 10am-6pm&lt;br /&gt;1 January : 10am-4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am extremely upset. What are you a tuna-sandwich-eating hobo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we went to Courts next to IKEA and bought bed sheets. My mother thought me a new way of checking quality of bed sheets. You look at the packaging and you will see something like: 300 thread 10 sqcm. The more threads the better. That means the threads are closer together making the cloth more fine. Anyways I went home at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest and scariest dream today. It's even more scary toi me than others as my dreams almost always happen in real life shortly after the dream (excluding the impossible bits). Shahera told me she was going to die because some circus fortune-teller told her so. Then I told evryone she was going to die. Then I rescued her from falling in a train track. Then this guy from my P1 class who is BTW a lil' retarded said that I don't like him anymore and I hate him and don't want to be his friends because I care about my current friends more. Then he took a knife and stabbed me. When I died I woke up. I swear I already woke up. I could feel the feet of my bed. But my eyes are still halfway closed. This is the part that scared me. Suddenly someone barked in my ear. Really fiercely. Noone was in the room. I hope that doesn't mean anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116702492870824355?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116702492870824355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116702492870824355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116702492870824355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116702492870824355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/negative-meets-positiveness.html' title='NEGATIVE meets POSITIVENESS'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116685877797963447</id><published>2006-12-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:38:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniform and Books</title><content type='html'>I like my uniform's design but my mother, for some out of this world reason, enjoys buying things one size too big to 'save money when I grow taller'. I have to wear shoes that look like icebergs when my old shoes tear to bits, a shirt that looks like the De La Salle one and a dark green skirt so long that it's over my knees. I like my PE attire though (it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too). But of all the colours and animals in the world, I'm an 'Albatross', my least favourite and ugliest animal, and it's purple. Again. Now. Forever. Tomorrow. The books make me cry. Now I hate algebra. Stupid history. Who the heck cares about the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I found this meaningful. But I don't get the pass it around and find true love thing at the end. It makes it feel like this is a bet by some american college kids not an attempt to help the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by not bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of he car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you love your MOM &amp; you thank her deeply, copy this whole message and send this to everyone on your contacts list, with the title "I Cried Because Of This". If you don't, then you obviously don't care if your MOM dies.) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^^ This is the part I don't get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116685877797963447?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116685877797963447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116685877797963447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116685877797963447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116685877797963447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/uniform-and-books.html' title='Uniform and Books'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116677375372165077</id><published>2006-12-22T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:49:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office and School</title><content type='html'>I'm using my mother's office's computer right now with a 'C O P Y 2 4 Dec 2006' stamp on my hand. I figured I could mingle with the stamps. My brother used this (computer) for leisure too for 2HRS of my mother's lunch break. That means I have only like 1/2 HR. He was supposed to play for 11/2 HRS. Sometimes I wonder why the heck I get different treatment from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I went to Kranji Secondary on foot, which took like about as much time you take to climb a ladder to the top of a ferocious bear. Not that I tried. I'd scare the bear off. It's not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. I have to bear being called a 'Kranjian' and the sight of dead plants though. They have loads of programmes and I don't have to take some courses. I have a scholarship even without trying, and I'm the &lt;b&gt;top student&lt;/b&gt; in my class. WHEE. We have rental lockers and elevators and huge space. But frankly, the school needs redecorating. The only art pieces they have up is some statue of a dead guy, presumingly the founder, and poorly drawn pictures on the 'megARTbytes' (???!!!???) wall. That could mean I have no competition too. MUAHAHA. (rubs palms together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;The one and only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116677375372165077?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116677375372165077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116677375372165077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116677375372165077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116677375372165077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/office-and-school.html' title='Office and School'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116669157391268933</id><published>2006-12-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:07:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACKOUT OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>I felt the report book against my skin. I was overcome by excitement. I had high hopes. I turned to the last page. KRANJI SECONDARY. Printed in black and white. 5 days of computer fasting and still in Kranji. Sometimes, like now, I find that God doesn't like me, or just doesn't exist. Whenever something bad happens I pray, but he goes ahead and crawls back into heaven. I hate it. I gave up what I loved doing so much. And obviously I had the worst day ever. Time just ticked by soooo slooowly. Tick tock tick tock. I tried reminding myself of the positiveness that hangs around this horriblenessness like a halo. I really tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to seek comfort in the computer and food. But the McDonald order was soggy and I accidentally dipped the apples into sweet and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sour sauce &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I put it in my mouth hoping the deliciousness of it will save me from hurling towards the depths of Kranjian despair. But oh, the despair came hurling to me, along with a bad taste in my mouth that won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was 4:00, I hoped to have fun with the computer. Design and all that. Then there was this huge blackout over Choa Chu Kang. I hate it. Just hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just ramblings of a newly teenafied girl, but a chance for a dedication. A dedication to my friends who have been beside me all along. I didn't realise it and I'm sorry but thankful it isn't too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No particular order][I think. Maybe my subconsciousness put it this way.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in a blackout my friend, managed to call me on her phone to let me seek comfort and sanctuary in her voice you cannot find anywhere else. Thanks Shahera. Even when someone technically ruined my life and humiliated me, you were beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I got into Kranji, Cheng Yee accepted me not for what I am, but who I have become. She helped me back on my feet after a confrontation with a horrible horrible person. Thanks Cheng Yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was so upset that my eyes came out along with tears, he managed to bring (even though unintentional) happiness and light upon my face. Thanks Ern Chuen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I had no potential friends at the time, you trusted me and gave me all the love you could, helped me realised there was more to life then material. Thanks meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was thrown aside by the rest, you amused me with your refreshing personality. And even though we've now grown apart, thanks JingYi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were migrating to New Zealand, you put others before yourself. Your selflessness has given me new life. Thank you Zhong Jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was despised by your closest friends, you gave no judgement. Thanks Jie Ru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was in a terrible sky darkening mood, you lit me up with the adorable girl in you. Thnks Lorraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was at the point of reaching hopelessness, you enlightened me with your impressive wisdom. Thanks mutant minibeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were against me with such an incredible force, you still gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are a top student and I am nothing compared, you befriended me with such friendliness that brought countless smiles upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would write more if I could, but there are just too many great people in my life, that I can't possibly thank everyone. I wanted to write about my sentosa trip yesterday, with the awesome dinner, but this is much more meaningful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though a blog is silly to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mama, I love you and thank you for all the love you shower me with.&lt;br /&gt;Gor Gor and Ben Ben, thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all you helen-ers. Everything reminds me of the wonderful people I had such unforgetable memories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;The annoying girl,&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is more than just a dedication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116669157391268933?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116669157391268933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116669157391268933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116669157391268933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116669157391268933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/blackout-of-my-life.html' title='BLACKOUT OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116626457730223268</id><published>2006-12-16T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:22:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD NEWS.</title><content type='html'>I found out a few days ago someone else was considered for the lead role - Miley Stewart/Zoe Stewart (it was Zoe at first but switched to Miley when Miley Cyrus got the poart). Okay fine. I researched on this person, Jordan McCoy (it's a girl's name too) and I think she deserves the part way better. Even more than I enjoy the use of the word and fruit - avocado. At first I thought she didn't get the part cos she can't sing but I found out later she's a SINGER. Ridiculous people. Stupid judges. Maybe Miley got the part cos her dad got the part of Zoe Stewart/Miley Stewart's dad. Then he bribed them or something. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://jordanmccoy.com"&gt;Jordan McCoy's Site&lt;/a&gt; if you don't believe me. Then check &lt;a href="http://mileycyrus.com"&gt;Miley Cyrus'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116626457730223268?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116626457730223268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116626457730223268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116626457730223268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116626457730223268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-news.html' title='BAD NEWS.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116626320631626250</id><published>2006-12-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:00:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shopping trip.</title><content type='html'>Actually, it was supposed to be just sushi and then zoom back home but we stayed a little longer - 4 hrs to shop. It was fun but at the end, NOW, I feel like some inconsiderate person dropped a hammer on my foot which was then thrown into the sea to be devoured by self-centered sharks who think about nothing but their hunger needs. But of course that is unlikely to happen. Anyways there was nothing much to buy except for a book to keep myself from bugging people when I'm bored. I read pesky gossip magazines at popular just to see if there was anything new popping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this whole thing was soooo average shopping trip. I guess I'm not in the mood. Just that my older brother invented a new way of eating watermelons - with straws. My younger brother was giving me the 'I want to go home' look and looked all upset and teary. Makes me wanna puke and then dip my head in what comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm ditching friendster for myspace. Friendster is like so ... The last time I heard about friendster was last month from my camp instructor. The last time I heard about MySpace was yesterday on TV. You fellow losers and outcasts should probably try MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space out!!! Get it? SPACE OUT? NO? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt; XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Natalie (Like you care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Never ever ever eat something when you have no idea what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116626320631626250?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116626320631626250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116626320631626250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116626320631626250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116626320631626250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-trip.html' title='The shopping trip.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116598674444031610</id><published>2006-12-13T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:12:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAME TIME!!</title><content type='html'>If you are bored beyond all reason mankind would wish to understand, visit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/adventure/courage/creeptv/index.html"&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/a&gt; to play this game. So cute and fun. And lame. Heck, you're bored anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116598674444031610?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116598674444031610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116598674444031610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116598674444031610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116598674444031610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/game-time.html' title='GAME TIME!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116590558577222226</id><published>2006-12-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:39:45.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Later this afternoon</title><content type='html'>Loooong loong ago, in a land far far away, there lived a sarcastic loser named Natalie. She lived in a pathetically small house thought to be a sweet home. Then one day, when coming home from buying groceries because her older brother went out and her younger brother is nestling his fat ass into a comfy chairm and is unwilling to go through any sort of work, she was shocked to see her older brother back with loads of friends over. Now she has to cook more soup because now everyone but her is unwilling to go through any form of work. EVEN IF IT KILLS ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116590558577222226?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116590558577222226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116590558577222226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116590558577222226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116590558577222226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/later-this-afternoon.html' title='Later this afternoon'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116589915622960606</id><published>2006-12-12T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:39:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING!!!</title><content type='html'>Firstly I want to say FUK YOU BLOGGER! You deleted my post? MY SUPER LONG POST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my brother just came to me and started a weird beyond all belief conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: I think there's something wrong with my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Discovers his lips are bleeding ALOT. Enough to save a bunch of losers who got into a car accident and needs blood.*&lt;br /&gt;Him: *Looks in mirror* OW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Shahera and I (or Shahera and me. Whatever) went window shopping at Lot 1 (I will never again be dragged into the evil depths of boredom)(Except in geography lessons next year) after I was blocked by 2 fat boys who walk &lt;i&gt;sooo&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;slowly&lt;/b&gt; in the pasar malam outside the Yew Tee MRT station and a good 10 phone calls. (Hopefully the singtel worker is on Medical Leave or disappeared mysteriously) We went to a lot of shops but bought just food (hungry mah) and neoprints which I have to say needs some editing. We needed help. We fooled around in *that &lt;u&gt;place&lt;/u&gt; you used to go to when you were a &lt;u&gt;kiddy&lt;/u&gt; 6*. Imagine if someone saw us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Them: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Us: What are &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Them: Don't tell bout us, we won't tell bout you.&lt;br /&gt;Us: *shakes hands and deal*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the library to return and borrow some books. YAH RIGHT LIKE I READ. it was Shahera who did the borrowing. I don't remember the exact sequence (I'm an idiot, you should know by now) but we went to minitoons to fool around again (you should try it)(it's fun) and spotted a voodoo keychain wearing a G-string and I'm like '????????'. We went to Misha to fool around with Hair Wax testers (we obviously are losers with nothing better to do) and later to change coins for minimelts. Shahera shared some with me. And trust me, you don't want to know how we shared. We shared a bandito meal at KFC and I PAID MORE. *sobs* Then we had unprofessional looking neoprints taken because I have unstable shaky shaky hands (no wonder I always lose stacking games) and then McDonald's for a mocha milkshake which we shared again. Throughout the whole time I had a hint of misery because my mother didn't have spare change and gave me a 50 dollar note instead of the 10 dollars I asked for, and I can't use the money and Shahera wanted to go home because she will miss another episode of some show. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it except that &lt;i&gt;some idiot&lt;/i&gt; tried to change the computer turn schedule and make himself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I &lt;b&gt;won't&lt;/b&gt; post the neoprints so as to prevent evil-doers from twisting my face in an unsightly manner with wonderful programmes meant for good. DIE YOU! And we found out a terrible secret about each other at *the place with the kids*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116589915622960606?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116589915622960606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116589915622960606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116589915622960606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116589915622960606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING!!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116581419867117003</id><published>2006-12-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:16:38.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Old people</title><content type='html'>I just have to add creepy old people to my hate list. Just like 5 minutes ago some old man with black and yellow teeth came to me and starting spouting hokkien at me, asking if I want to buy durians and saying my father should buy durians for me. Sorry, if no avocado, NO DEAL. It's a very useful fruit. At least I think it's a fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two days ago, my mother went to some house pedicure and brought me along. This old granny was there and she was uber scary. She will start scolding and shouting every 5 seconds and will give me a cold, angry stare every few seconds while I entertain the toddlers there. They kept pushing me and pinching me and demanding horsey rides. When I was bored and drew on a piece of paper the boy got angry and demanded I stop drawing behind his drawing. I flipped it over, and erm, a big crooked spiral with jaggedy lines in the middle. Anyways because the nail polish didn't dry yet, I had to do everything for mummy dearest. Even tap her EZlink card. At least I earned a $1 tip. The manicure pedicure thing was for a wedding. We planned to go shopping but it was too late so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, in time for the (her bosses') wedding, she asked me to charge her handphone while she was showering. I couldn't find it. I even called it to see where the ringtone comes from but she switched it off. Then my mummy remembered that because I helped her answer phone calls yesterday it could be in my bag. I checked and it wasn't there. After awhile, my father found it in my bag and scolded me stupid, foolish and useless for not being able to find it. He also said I was lying when I said I looked everywhere for it. He also said I didn't check my bag like my mother asked to.&lt;b&gt; BUT I DID. I REALLY DID&lt;/b&gt;. If this is what I get for helping people answer phone calls and look for things and charge handphones and tell the truth, then I rather not help anyone or tell the truth in my life ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY CAN'T PARENTS ADMIT THAT THEIR CHILD MAY BE RIGHT??????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116581419867117003?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116581419867117003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116581419867117003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116581419867117003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116581419867117003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/creepy-old-people.html' title='Creepy Old people'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116581210756796424</id><published>2006-12-11T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:41:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I decided to quit being a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;suckish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; loser and do something. So I created 2 blogskins within two days with the same idea because I'm running out, and asked &lt;a href="http://summermess-.blogspot.com"&gt;Shahera&lt;/a&gt; (P.S. You probably noticed I'm helping her advertise) out for window shopping. Anyways here are previews for my new blogskins. They're not receiving as much attention as they used to. Gone from blogskins for too long I guess. REALITY BITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Version &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;Candilicious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/blogskins_skin_images/123061/images/candiliciouskn1.gif" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=123061" target="_blank"&gt;Download?&lt;/a&gt; (pls.)/&lt;a href="http://candilicious1.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Preview?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all orange and sucky. I have no idea why I made it all orange. So I went ahead and did another version. Btw, inspired by Fergalicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Version &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;b&gt;Candilicious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/blogskins_skin_images/123158/images/candilicious2vp8.gif" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=123158" target="_blank"&gt;Download?&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://candilicious2.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Preview?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much nicer than the previous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116581210756796424?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116581210756796424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116581210756796424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116581210756796424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116581210756796424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116573350438304467</id><published>2006-12-10T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:51:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>There are way too many things I did in the past few days I didn't blog and my computer has bluetooth prob so I can only show you poorly taken pictures with shaky hands to document a few more days to my miserable death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH, in the wise words of Shahera Safrin "Aww man..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DARN THING STILL HAS A STUPID STUPID STUPID PROBLEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116573350438304467?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116573350438304467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116573350438304467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116573350438304467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116573350438304467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116556196256779729</id><published>2006-12-08T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:26:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Allen</title><content type='html'>I love her style very much. It's very unique and very real and raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMI2QhHn85Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMI2QhHn85Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I have to watch other people kissing&lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs&lt;br /&gt;All the play fighting&lt;br /&gt;All the flirtatious disses&lt;br /&gt;I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could&lt;br /&gt;We’d spend the whole weekend&lt;br /&gt;Lying in our own dirt&lt;br /&gt;I was just so happy&lt;br /&gt;In your boxers and your t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you and me&lt;br /&gt;It seems, it seems&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t shake those memories&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you have the same dreams too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds lame but it’s so true&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not right but it seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;That thing’s are reminding me of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;So come on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines&lt;br /&gt;You’d take me out shopping&lt;br /&gt;And all we’d buy is trainers&lt;br /&gt;As if we ever needed anything to entertain us&lt;br /&gt;The first time that you introduced me to your friends&lt;br /&gt;And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do&lt;br /&gt;There’s no-one in the world who could replace you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of me and you&lt;br /&gt;It seems, it seems&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t shake those memories&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds lame but it’s so true&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not right but it seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;That thing’s are reminding me of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;So come on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_jjuCfdksQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_jjuCfdksQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me&lt;br /&gt;I was wanting more&lt;br /&gt;but you were fucking that girl next door&lt;br /&gt;what'd you do that for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what to say&lt;br /&gt;id never been on my own that way&lt;br /&gt;just sat by myself all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;but with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now youre calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;so you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;and its only because youre feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;at worst I feel bad for awhile&lt;br /&gt;but then I just smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see me&lt;br /&gt;you say that you want me back&lt;br /&gt;and I tell you it dont mean jack&lt;br /&gt;no it dont mean jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;no I just couldnt help myself&lt;br /&gt;see you messed up my mental health&lt;br /&gt;I was quite unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;but with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now youre calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;so you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;and its only because youre feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;yea it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;at worst I feel bad for awhile&lt;br /&gt;but then I jus smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-ejta2aB8E"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-ejta2aB8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding through the city on my bike all day&lt;br /&gt;Cause the filth took away my licence&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't get me down and I feel ok&lt;br /&gt;Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to look as it should&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder what goes on behind doors&lt;br /&gt;A fella looking dapper, but he's sittin with a slapper&lt;br /&gt;Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh you might frown&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;you can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little old lady, who was walkin down the road&lt;br /&gt;She was struggling with bags from Tesco&lt;br /&gt;There were people from the city havin lunch in the park&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's called al fresco&lt;br /&gt;(bonez: Al fresco means having a meal outdoors)&lt;br /&gt;Then a kid came along to offer a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she had time to accept it&lt;br /&gt;hits her over the head, doesn't care if she's dead&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's got all her jewellery and wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh you might frown&lt;br /&gt;walkin round London town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;you can see it's all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, that's city life, yeah that's city life, that's city life&lt;br /&gt;Life, that's city life, yeah that's city life, that's city life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;br /&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.completealbumlyrics.com/"&gt;Complete Album Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116556196256779729?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116556196256779729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116556196256779729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116556196256779729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116556196256779729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/lily-allen.html' title='Lily Allen'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116555872278292763</id><published>2006-12-08T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:21:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate times calls for desperate measures</title><content type='html'>Like the title of this post, desperate times = watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I watched halfway through. Mickey, Pluto and this kitten are going fishing for, in their words, "red gooey fish". Ignoring the visual image in my mind of 'gooey', I continued watching. Then I realized, HAH! Mickey &lt;b&gt;Mouse&lt;/b&gt; has a pet &lt;b&gt;cat&lt;/b&gt;! This is so messing up the minds of the little audiences. It's weird enough the mouse talks. Then they go in the inflatable raft. Then they say they need something to row the boat (DUH) and needs our help calling poodles or tootles or toodles (HSM memories) or whatever. Then this screen monitor discman thingo in the shape of Mickey's head (Mickey has super ego, everything must be same shape as his head) flys (flys or flies, whatever) around until it's in close up. The screen thing lights up and it has four sections. One black and white picture of some megaphones (I think), a normal picture of a fishing rod (Oh. The show is 3D btw.) which instead of a hook, has Mickey's glove. Then there's a question mark in one section which was called a mystery Mickey item, later revealed to be a catching mitten. Like those baseball ones. Then there was a pair of oars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "What do we need to row the boat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "The oars &lt;b&gt;you butthole&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey was still smiling when I insulted him and then the oars flew out into his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey: Will you help me row?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like how. You are fictional. A fragment of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey: Row, row, row. Row, row , row.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started counting some ducks with numbers on them (???) and started choosing which red gooey fish is the biggest. It was so damn obvious. Then he called for the screen discman thing again and asked us what to use. He picked the fishing rod with the mickey glove and fished the fish out. The glove grabbed the fish (which did not move at all) once it was submerged in the lake. Then the fish started jumping up and down (oh, so it moves &lt;i&gt;NOW&lt;/i&gt;) on the boat. (the fish looks like a gummy bear, btw) Then he calls the poodles screen thing again. Because only one item, the mystery thing was left, he used it. It was a baseball glove mitten thing and he caught the fish with it. Why couldn't he catch the fish with a normal hand? Besides, he was already wearing those annoying white gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways, this all happened after I went downstairs to buy some food. My older brother wanted a sausage from the pasar malam and a Big Mac and younger brother was silent. I bought 2 sausages, one extra in case, the Big Mac and a McSpicy for myself. When I got home and told my younger brother I got nothing for him because he didn't ask for anything, he lost his temper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; say you want anything &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;YB: But you know I also need to eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You didn't say you were hungry!&lt;br /&gt;YB: So?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You didn't ask me for anything! Lucky for you, I bought one extra sausage.&lt;br /&gt;YB: Tsk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the most illogical person I've ever met. Like Count Olaf from the first of the Lemony Snicket ASOUE books. Count Olaf demanded roast beef from children for dinner for everyone of his guests and himself &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; the children already made pasta. Then he got angry because the children didn't know he wanted roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more topic to cover. When I was blog hopping, people kept praising ****** for using a nice blogskin **e didn't create. As a blogskinner myself, I find it illogical. The designer deserves the praise. The user can only we praised with good taste. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you think the blogskin is nice, go praise the designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116555872278292763?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116555872278292763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116555872278292763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116555872278292763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116555872278292763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/desperate-times-calls-for-desperate.html' title='Desperate times calls for desperate measures'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116548303230769715</id><published>2006-12-07T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:17:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I ate extremely scrumptious yet menacing (again) spaghetti for lunch. My older brother is such an awesome yet disgustingly cruel cook. Anyway today I phoned &lt;a href="http://summermess-.blogspot.com"&gt;Shahera&lt;/a&gt; while walking to fetch my younger brother from camp (he is horrified that I feminised his side of the boys' room). She thought I meant today when I asked her if maybe we could go out together. And she stood there waiting for 20 minutes. =D. Sorry. Better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother is pestering me to help him advertise his maple character so here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/420/gogldenonionfk2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;goldenonion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116548303230769715?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116548303230769715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116548303230769715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116548303230769715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116548303230769715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116546731929334347</id><published>2006-12-07T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:55:22.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Morning</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining, the breeze in your hair. French toast cooking (Fine. Regular toast. It sounds more posh when I say it's french though.) The perfect day to have a STOMACHACHE. I am sitting here typing while resisting going to the toilet for the 8th time this morning. URGH. I wonder what I ate. Never should have eaten thumbtac...DID I SAY THUMBTACKS? I meant meat racks. :D &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I found a nice quiz on &lt;a href="http://summermess-.blogspot.com"&gt;Shahera's Blog&lt;/a&gt; and decided to quiz myself to save all mankind from boredom or severe hunger pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 YEARS AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you?:&lt;br /&gt;- fish. At least I used to call that age fish. I was nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade were you in?&lt;br /&gt;- K2. I was held back for not adding 2 and 2 properly. Then I was shifted to&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3 when I cheated and got a 100 on my decision year end test. :D Obviously kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go to school?:&lt;br /&gt;- PAP and De La Salle School which I will say Asta Lavista to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work?:&lt;br /&gt;-Toilet. Here's a tip. If you ever go Suntec level 1 toilet, always use the 3rd cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live?&lt;br /&gt;- HDB Choa Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your hair style?&lt;br /&gt;- High ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear braces?:&lt;br /&gt;-No. Are you suggestng I'm ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;- Friends? WHAT FRIENDS? Sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;-Justin Timberlake. So cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?:&lt;br /&gt;- NADAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite band/group?&lt;br /&gt;-N*SYNC. Really big JT fan back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;- my gramma in a bikini. SHIVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you smoked a cigarette yet?:&lt;br /&gt;- Do I look like Paris Hilton to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you gotten drunk/high yet?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. YAY I love swings. But that was also the day I lost the memory part of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been to a party yet?:&lt;br /&gt;-Some dude's Birthday. Wait. Oyah! The Sherwin guy. He lives right around the corner from Vivek. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;- No. But I have broken my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had broken someones heart?:&lt;br /&gt;- MUAHAHA. I broke my mother's porcelain heart sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't remember but I think I'm 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;- I am a freeloader at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?:&lt;br /&gt;- Internet. I take loadsof online html and design classes. I always 'forget' to&lt;br /&gt;pay the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?:&lt;br /&gt;-Blogskins.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;-Still stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair style?:&lt;br /&gt;-It was low ponytail (YUCK) then China Doll and now the Aeon &lt;br /&gt;Flux hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have braces?:&lt;br /&gt;- No. But I need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?:&lt;br /&gt;- SOB. Don't remind me of the sad truth that follows me, lurking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;- IN NO ORDER. Cheng Yee, Shahera. Two BEST friends. I have loads of other friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anti-socials are creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends?:&lt;br /&gt;- I do. But not like we used to. It's awkward I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Not you. FAT HOPE. You know the DJ Shan Wee? (LOL. Similar name to Shawn We)(OT SHAWN LAH. YAK. I feeling like puking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?&lt;br /&gt;- NADAH. I used to have ear holes but they closed up. You can see like a round scar on my earlobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite band/group?&lt;br /&gt;-The Veronicas, red Hot Chilli Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos?:&lt;br /&gt;-I had one in my butt. (reasons...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?:&lt;br /&gt;- My parents divorcing or leaving me. They quarrel more than usual nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smoked a cigarette yet?:&lt;br /&gt;- EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten drunk or high?:&lt;br /&gt;- NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to a party?:&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Like 25 this year. WHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart been broken?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Looooong story. I just have to say 2 words for you to understand it though.&lt;br /&gt;THAT BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you broken someones heart?:&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Frankly. I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Who did you last go out with yesterday? - My older brother. Groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) What do you want to receive on your birthday? - Apple labtop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Reach your hand out to the right.What do you touch? -A chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) What time did you sleep last night? - Around 1.00am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) What's the wallpaper on your compt? - The default Windows landscape. "You're not allowed to change the wallpaper as this is a family labtop. Not yours. You cannot customize it to your liking". It was my labtop at first but my brother HAS TO COMPLAIN about it. TADAH. Natalie's labbie to family labtop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) What can you hear besides the computer? - "Urgh. Don't like it. We have a lot of stuff going on here." ROOM RAIDERS. MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Do you agree to the saying "to Forgive is to forget"? - No. Forgiving is knowing what the person has done to you but to let it go and leave it in the past, not wipe it out of your memory. If you do, it's like you don't want to forgive so you just forget about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) When, where was the last time tears started to roll down your cheek? - Last week. I was upsetthat I had to do all the chores while evryone sits on the sofa watching Korean dramas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) What/who makes you happy? - Depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) What makes you sad? - If noone realizes I exist. Or if everyone takes advantage of my existance. LIKE MAKING ME DO EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) What are your favorite books? - Humourous, creative, inspiring and thrilling stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) What would you like to have right at this moment which seems totally impossible? - An apple labtop. URGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Who will you turn to if you have a huge problem that not all your friends know about? - GOD. Usually.Have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) What's your favorite song at the moment? - Irreplaceable by Beyonce and Wind it up by Gwen Stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) What was the last song that kept ringing in? - I'm coming by Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16) What was the best event that happened last year? - Getting 98 on an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17) Where did you go today? - Toilet x 8. Living room x 2. Dreamland x 1. Kitchen x 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18) Last thing you eat? - Medicine. SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19) Who were you with? Were they cool? - My older brother. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20) Have you gone to the beach justw/ your buddies? - Yes. Wait. There were teachers. Okay nevermind. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(21)Do you love sunsets? Yes. When it sets it means that it can rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22)When is your b-day? - October 1st 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23)What are your wishes for your birthday? - Happiness. Fame. Fortune. The usual. Friendship longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24)Who do you wanna be w/ on the day of your birthday? - My family anf friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25)Have you ever felt that you've been taken for granted? - very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(26) thing/s you regret? - I regret nothing. Live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27) Is there anything else you want to do besides answering this survey? - A lot. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(28)What's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind right now? - &lt;br /&gt;It's your turn to wash the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29)Is there someone you're missing right now? - Yes. I rather not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30)Do you love someone right now? - Yes. Evryone that have loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble? :&lt;br /&gt;-I can but I WON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance? :&lt;br /&gt;- I can. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cartwheel?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. But I can put both legs behind my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? :&lt;br /&gt;- Why will I want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toe? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Bjut with bended knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle? :&lt;br /&gt;- No. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your ears? :&lt;br /&gt;- I tried. I can. But it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your nose? :&lt;br /&gt;- Why? Face yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE DIDS.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ran away from home? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Complicated. I'm serious. I went to live in Yew Tee MRT for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. I wished  could cut my younger brother's head out and check what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter? :&lt;br /&gt;- I did until I found out they put out fires, not start them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a police officer? :&lt;br /&gt;- NO. EEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE DOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim? :&lt;br /&gt;-A little. I almost drowned. What do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coaster? :&lt;br /&gt;- WHOOT~. I love puking 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Justr got it last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are able to handle the stuff they eat on reality shows? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Americans are afraid of eating Century eggs. LOL. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your car have good gas mileage? :&lt;br /&gt;- No. My arbie is like really outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics? :&lt;br /&gt;- A lot. I look horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE HAVES.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane? :&lt;br /&gt;- Last year and when I was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. It went well. If you mean like THAT, no. I play hard to get. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. A LOT. most of thje time I have to stay home though. BAH. Cons of being a freeloader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. My dad used to be a scuba instructor. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone fishing? :&lt;br /&gt;- NO. Have you ever heard of a fishmonger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails? :&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Unintentionally. Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE HOWS.&lt;br /&gt;How did you know about friendster? :&lt;br /&gt;-Teen Mags. LOL. I read. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of them you have met in person? :&lt;br /&gt;- A lot. I can't you idiot. I mean I REALLY can't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE WHATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? :&lt;br /&gt;- "I like it really hard." Room raiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside? :&lt;br /&gt;-Rather chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to? :&lt;br /&gt;- RANDOM ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at? :&lt;br /&gt;- McDonalds. McSpicy you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought? :&lt;br /&gt;- I don't recall...WAIT!!! No..that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank? :&lt;br /&gt;- Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched on TV? :&lt;br /&gt;- Room Raiders. It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THE WHOS.&lt;br /&gt;Who is the newest friend you have on friendster? :&lt;br /&gt;- Some girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you messaged? :&lt;br /&gt;- Siu Yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked on the phone with? :&lt;br /&gt;- Mummy. I have to pick my younger bro up from camp...SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your current crush? :&lt;br /&gt;- I can't tell you. But I can give a hint. It starts with A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;SEVEN LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;Seven most important things in your room :&lt;br /&gt;- Bolster&lt;br /&gt;- Bed&lt;br /&gt;- Mirror&lt;br /&gt;-Air con&lt;br /&gt;-TEDDY!&lt;br /&gt;-Closet&lt;br /&gt;-Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;1) I always sleep to the side&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a strange habit of forgetting to close doors&lt;br /&gt;3) I am hyper&lt;br /&gt;4) My name starts with N&lt;br /&gt;5) My mother almost named my Joelline&lt;br /&gt;6) My father doesn't know how many siblings he has.&lt;br /&gt;7) I must hug something when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things i say the most :&lt;br /&gt;- Hello&lt;br /&gt;- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;- Ok&lt;br /&gt;- WHY?&lt;br /&gt;- Right...&lt;br /&gt;- You idiot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116546731929334347?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116546731929334347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116546731929334347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116546731929334347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116546731929334347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/shitty-morning.html' title='Shitty Morning'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116539467355072465</id><published>2006-12-06T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:52:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>OMG I exceeded my blogging limit. I blogged like 4 times today, and all about celebrities. Anyways, Miley Cyrus has the best Disney Channel Star Official Site I've seen compared to Brenda Song's, Vanessa Hudgens', Raven's and Ashley Tisdale's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, click &lt;a href="http://mileycyrus.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Disney Official Star Sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brendasongsite.com"&gt;Brenda Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanessahudgens.com"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Best Layout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/vanessahudgens"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens My Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleytisdale.com"&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleymusic.com"&gt;Ashley Tisdale Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/ashleytisdale"&gt;Ashley Tisdale My Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ravenlive.com"&gt;Raven Symone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollywoodrecords.go.com/raven-symone"&gt;Raven Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Best Layout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyandaj.com"&gt;Aly and AJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollywoodrecords.go.com/alyandaj/index.html"&gt;Aly and AJ Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashley-tisdale.com"&gt;Ashley Tidale Online&lt;/a&gt; aka the longest living Ashley Site around. Even before Ashley had her own official site. Her official site even credits this web site. Wonderful design and extremely up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brenda.flirtatious.org"&gt;Brenda Song Fan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Brenda site in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raven-symone.org/"&gt;Raven Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the site name, the #1 Raven Source is HERE!!! Great design, &lt;br /&gt;wonderful info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanessaannehudgens.net/"&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens Tribute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is listed at #1 for all searches of Vanessa Hudgens. Even before the official one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emily-osment.org"&gt;Everything Emily (Osment)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one, the only, the first Emily Osment Site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116539467355072465?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116539467355072465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116539467355072465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116539467355072465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116539467355072465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/miley-cyrus.html' title='Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116539139469245391</id><published>2006-12-06T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:49:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashle Info</title><content type='html'>For more information, visit any of the sites listed &lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/Users/40255825/Surveys/57942976737/BDB9D8E3-4C8F-42ED-9E50-30E31EE91420.asp?U=57942976737&amp;DO_NOT_COPY_THIS_LINK&amp;Rnd=0.02772168046162965"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for the categories too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116539139469245391?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116539139469245391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116539139469245391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116539139469245391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116539139469245391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/ashle-info.html' title='Ashle Info'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116538972917602528</id><published>2006-12-06T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:48:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADSTRONG DETAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Album details&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ashleytisdale.kingdesignplus.com/site_images/album.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks - &lt;em&gt;unofficial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Headstrong&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="ashleytisdale.kingdesignplus.com/tisdale_media/goodtomemp3.cfm"&gt;(Somebody To Be) Good To Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Not Like That&lt;br /&gt;4.Freaking Out&lt;br /&gt;5.Anyone Else&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="ashleytisdale.kingdesignplus.com/tisdale_media/hesaidshesaidmp3.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He Said She Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Dreaming of You&lt;br /&gt;8.Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="ashleytisdale.kingdesignplus.com/tisdale_media/well_be_togethermp3.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll Be Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Say You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;11.So Much For You&lt;br /&gt;12.Changes&lt;br /&gt;13.Hope&lt;br /&gt;14.Love Is Blind&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=204665736&amp;s=143441" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Christmas-&lt;em&gt;Bonus Track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.kingdesignplus.com/ashleytisdale"&gt;AshleyTisdaleFanSite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Album Pictures&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the album photoshoot, fresh off the counter. Creds to &lt;a href="http://absolutely-ashley.org"&gt;Absolutely Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutely-ashley.org/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=3225&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;Picture 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutely-ashley.org/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=3226&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutely-ashley.org/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=3227&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;Picture 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutely-ashley.org/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=3178&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;Picture 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutely-ashley.org/gallery/displayimage.php?album=170&amp;pos=0"&gt;Picture 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116538972917602528?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116538972917602528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116538972917602528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538972917602528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538972917602528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/headstrong-details.html' title='HEADSTRONG DETAILS'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116538913107010492</id><published>2006-12-06T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:17:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and FINALLY</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Ms Britney Spears even though you are the queen of all bitches along sie Paris as King, we will always remember you as the sweet, innocent girl next door pop princess from the 90s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FInally. The name of Ashley Tisdale's solo album is stated! HEADSTRONG in stores from February 6th next year. Listen to clips from her album &lt;a href="http://lads.myspace.com/music/musicplayer.swf?n=aHR0cDovL211c2ljLm15c3BhY2UuY29t&amp;t=XrYki3uL+K9V2MWittqlOrGEnRWGIFM3TgTFrF+eSVOST1xd/nvIVFEduK/ug69zCKHJmbj5I2df3xZtst8KGg==&amp;u=LTE=&amp;a=0&amp;d=OTc1NjE4MTVeMTE2NTM2MDc0OQ=="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOT. Credits to &lt;a href="http://ashleytisdale.com"&gt;AshleyTisdale&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/ashleytisdale"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt; for the details. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116538913107010492?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116538913107010492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116538913107010492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538913107010492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538913107010492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-and-finally.html' title='Happy Birthday and FINALLY'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116538601757004823</id><published>2006-12-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:20:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW GAME</title><content type='html'>If you are like super bored or want to be a smoothie blending person (freak) when you grow up, try out this new game : &lt;a href="http://www.nick.com/games/nick_games/unfabulous/unf_smooth.jhtml"&gt; GAME HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's based on a really nice show called Unfabulous. Airs on Starhub Channel 32 every weekday from 8.00pm - 8.30pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116538601757004823?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116538601757004823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116538601757004823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538601757004823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116538601757004823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-game.html' title='NEW GAME'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116536720403278411</id><published>2006-12-06T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:06:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Takes trophy (for being the stupidest person in the world) and smashes alarm clock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes the week of sorrow and repentence. In other words, washing week. I have officially hung up my oversized latex wash gloves. WHOOT~ While some of us are rejoicing, some of us can't help but wonder, why do people love Princess Hours so much? I don' know if you've noticed this, but that show has the same initials as Paris Hilton. PH. That's why I always refer to it as Phour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the 2 most hated people we know is now joining hands to conquer all sensible people. Yes, Britney and dumbass Hilton are nest friends. I guess Britney decided that since she's newly single, she should stop being a loser and try to find a new friend to go mall hopping with and gold digging and sometimes bitching and ditching. She couldn't find anyone nice so she settled for Paris I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my younger brother is on some camping thing I can use the spare bed anytime I want. YAY extra sleeping space. That helps my roll-over-bed-crack-head-wake-up-pain problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116536720403278411?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116536720403278411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116536720403278411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116536720403278411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116536720403278411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/takes-trophy-for-being-stupidest.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116530082443598680</id><published>2006-12-05T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:40:24.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton Makeover</title><content type='html'>I decided to give this Princess of Bitches a virtual makeover before I actually slice her face when I join 90210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/ParisBefore.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/ParisHilton.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116530082443598680?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116530082443598680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116530082443598680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116530082443598680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116530082443598680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/paris-hilton-makeover.html' title='Paris Hilton Makeover'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116520874079728089</id><published>2006-12-04T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:05:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The website</title><content type='html'>i find it super weird. Turns out that the website is pretending to be blogspot sites. Blogspot is so famous that blogpot preys on poor people who mistyped blogspot. Ironic. A bible study site is lying to themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116520874079728089?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116520874079728089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116520874079728089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116520874079728089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116520874079728089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/website.html' title='The website'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116512295557642606</id><published>2006-12-03T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:15:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some miserable site pretending to be my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Like the way your parents will pretend to be Santa for your younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonezstreet.blogpot.com"&gt;http://bonezstreet.blogpot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the dumbass site address.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116512295557642606?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116512295557642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116512295557642606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116512295557642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116512295557642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116505209320919097</id><published>2006-12-02T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:34:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes</title><content type='html'>I like chores as much as I'll want to put on a fictional red and white costume, have young toddlers believe in me, have a pet reindeer, have a beard, have extreme age, be named something silly like "&lt;em&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/em&gt;" and be fictional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116505209320919097?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116505209320919097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116505209320919097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116505209320919097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116505209320919097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/dishes.html' title='Dishes'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116503754892945417</id><published>2006-12-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:34:54.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfairness</title><content type='html'>There are many things in the world that may seem unfair. For example Porsha got the promotion instead of you, your friend got killed in a turtle concerning accident, you are being mistaken for a very ugly person, or someone just decided to poke your eye. Of all the things that may seem unfair, the most propostrous will have to be that the rules of being a child of someone contradict to the rules of humanity. For example we should respect one another, but parents don't have to respect us. We have rights to do what we like to do as long as it doesn't affect anyone else or bring harm, but we have to be forced to do chores and make coffee. There are a number of fictional stories and fictional characters and non-fictional people I know that may make you feel better about the unfairness that lurks in the air everytime to want to sniff a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, for example, the Baudelaire family (a Series of Unfortunate Events). The parents died in a fire which destroyed everything but the money they own which the children can't even touch for 4 more years. There's an extremely horrible person trying to steal their inheritance by murdering the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example will be Melinda Gordan's Mother (Ghost Whisperer), an innocent mother which has the gift, or rather curse, of seeing dead people who should go away. Her daughter however enjoys the gift she inherited and helps the spirits o to heaven so they will stop bugging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's a wonderful TV show every Friday at 10:00 on Channel 5. It's about a lady who helps wandering ghosts cross over to heaven. It's touching, interesting, scary and funny. Strabge and rare but wonderful combination. I cried the first few times I've watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for real people. There are gazillions of people dying everyday, be grateful they're not you. There are some who have to be sex workers, some with no clothing, and some develop horrible body malfunctions resulting in a wide variety of diseases. Like HIV, as yesterday was World Aids Day, which reminds me, go to &lt;a href="http://staying-alive.org:"&gt;Staying Alive&lt;/a&gt; to see how you can help these poor infected sex workers. But don't care about those who actually want to be sex workers though. They deserve it. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have delivered a meaningful message, I can now blog something concerning me. Today because we have absolutely nothing to eat at home, my father, my mother, my younger brother and I went to the food court for breakfast. One the way back, I bought a nice bag that looks kinda like my blogskin. (I like that colour combo and design a lot) The computer isn't working well so I can't post the images yet. I'm currently using the labtop while my parents took the CPU to Lot 1 to pay some desperate-to-enough-money-to-get-married-with-cindy person to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116503754892945417?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116503754892945417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116503754892945417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116503754892945417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116503754892945417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/unfairness.html' title='Unfairness'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116498046229558406</id><published>2006-12-01T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:41:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>Today I've learnt a new lesson. Never put too much washing powder in the machine even if it'll make the clothing smell nicer, and &lt;b&gt;all things happen for a reason&lt;/b&gt;. I knew this phrase before, but I now fully believe it. Turns out my father took out photoshop so I can have a better version installed and removed Windows Vista because it causes the computer to hang. But I'm &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; not happy with the chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116498046229558406?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116498046229558406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116498046229558406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116498046229558406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116498046229558406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116495890142482905</id><published>2006-12-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:51:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARICATURES</title><content type='html'>I found a website which has funny cartoons of celebrities. LOOK! Paris Hilton and poor tinklebell. (Click to view enlarged version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/9094/parishiltonom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/9094/parishiltonom1.jpg" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another website: &lt;a href="http://chrisrommel.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116495890142482905?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116495890142482905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116495890142482905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116495890142482905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116495890142482905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/caricatures.html' title='CARICATURES'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116494772062140299</id><published>2006-12-01T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:35:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEENAN</title><content type='html'>Like a week ago, my younger brother told me that Kevan Gan (Keenan's younger brother) said that I badmouthed their mother who has departed from earth. That happened 3 years ago. Why bring it up. But anyway, I didn't badmouth his mother. I didn't even know her. He was just so upset that he thought I was insulting his mother. He was already so upset, I didn't want to embarrass him in front of the whole class by pointing out his mistake in comprehending my speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started like this. Kelly and Amanda were put in charge of keeping the class quiet my writing the names of chatteboxes on the whiteboard. They mispelt Keenan's name, and Keenan being Keenan, protested. I took sides with Kelly being a girl, and started a quarrel with him. Then I said that his father is very unfortunate to...&lt;br /&gt;UNFINISHED SENTENCE and he ********. The asteriks (or whatever way you spell it) represent a very unpleasant process which produces painful bruises and cuts resulting in scars. What I meant was that his mother, having being ermm.. un animated, couldn't help his father take care of the idiot that he is. But I guess he thought I meant something else and started tearing apart my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm older and non-whimpy, I want to get this off my chest so I can move on to another school with peace in my heart. Oh yeah. My father reinstalled Windows XP on the computer, removed Windows Vista which is a newer better version and took out photoshop. How could he? Photoshop plays a big part in my life. He just took it away. LIKE THAT. I am a designer at heart. How can he take away photoshop? ithout asking? And for what? Punishing me for doing house chores too hardworkingly? MAN. I HATE MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116494772062140299?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116494772062140299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116494772062140299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116494772062140299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116494772062140299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/keenan.html' title='KEENAN'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116494714486500328</id><published>2006-12-01T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:42:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRAYER</title><content type='html'>Last night right before I fell asleep, I was praying really hard to get into Cresent girls. Then I started talking to GOD about my life at the moment. I have no respect, my family treats me like dirt, and the only thing I can do is pray and mumble vulgarities to my lonely self. I have to sweep the floor, which looks fine to me, I have to wash clothing, I have to heat up the food, which isn’t even supposed to be done by me. My brothers, with my parents no where in sight, expect me to heat up food by handling heavy metal equipment, and then put them outside so the idiot who has the stinking job of delivering food can carry on with his life. My mother made this very clear. Whoever is at home and has time, should do the chore. I’m not the only one at home, and I have to sweep and wash clothing. And when they dirty up the house again, I have to clean it up. If not clean enough, I get a earful from mum. All they have to do is play and leave mess behind. And this morning when I was hungry, my brother was mistakenly put in charge of the house until my parents get back home LATE. He said, “Be creative”. There is nothing to eat. My younger brother ate the last of it. All we have is prune sauce. When I have to use the computer, my older brother goes, “Go away don’t annoy me.” It’s my turn. And then if I don’t agree, my younger brother gangs with him against me and lies to my parents about how fictionally mean I am. And when my older brother plays my entire turn, I can’t play anymore because he used my time up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, GOD has a funny or rather puzzling way of answering prayers. This morning, even before my brother ate or changed or bathed (never mind)(when I remind them to, “go away don’t annoy me”), they watched some movie called ‘Bruce Almighty’. I wanted to watch my show on cable but NOOOOOOOO… ‘I haven’t bathed yet’. Oh so it only matters when it refers to me?  HOW ABOUT YOU?!!?!?!!!?!!!! Even when it’s on VCD and they can watch it any time they want, but mine is from 10:00-10:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the movie is that GOD can’t do everything for you. Everybody wants him to but doesn’t realize that they can do it themselves. Right, I can do it myself. I tell my parents that they treat me like vermin. Yeah. THEN HE GOES AHEAD AND SLAPS ME. Yah, I can do it myself. DON’T WORRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116494714486500328?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116494714486500328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116494714486500328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116494714486500328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116494714486500328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/12/prayer.html' title='THE PRAYER'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116489170406766102</id><published>2006-11-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:01:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>Breaking news and updates just in. And that would be a fine example of what I would type if I had something to type about. Technically this is something. Okay never mind. I'm messing my own non-existant brain up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming and pretending miserably that a lot of people actually pay attention to what I have to type, I shall continue blogging so as not to kill even the most boring people of the highest legal order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to unforeseen circumstances, 20% of life is now being sucked out by a mean and fictional fungus infected monster into a fictional world of unfictional despair. In other words, in a much less complex sentence, "Howdy y'all. Ma life is down in the dumps, ya? Horhorhorhor!" Okay fine. 3 sentences. But that doesn't make much of a difference does it smartypants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you're probably wondering what the ridiculous reason of my pain and fictional suffer is and what could possibly launch such ridiculously boring paragraphs. Now let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started the day some old presumingly dead guy invented dish washing soap. And then fastforward a few gazillion years. I turned 10. I was handed the falsely described as "fun responsible chore for big grown up girls like you" chore. Ignoring the complete lameness of it all, I shall stop at nothing to cease the existance of the dire consequences of consuming living necessities using a piece of unneeded and harmful plastic or ceramic of any kind. In other simpler, less complex words that I prefer to use to baffle the minds of my brothers, "the plate". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have to wash dishes. And today my mother decided to torture me further with the hanging of clothing. First, I had to wash the clothing. I had to learn 17 new command button signals on a washing machine that doesn't even start, I had to hold filthy underwear. I have to bear the smell of sweat and possible waste and rotten food. I had to spray oily stain stick things on brown stuff found on my brothers' underwear. And now, I have to study boring physics to hang dull clothing and risk falling out the window to a tragic death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my father wants me (actually more specifically, yelling at me) to wash the dishes AGAIN. Why can't my younger brother do that now? I mean come on, I learnt the washing of dishes when I was 10. But he is 10 +++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116489170406766102?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116489170406766102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116489170406766102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116489170406766102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116489170406766102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116478818220021984</id><published>2006-11-29T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:43:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE ON MY DISH SITCH</title><content type='html'>This is yesterdays dirty dishes...waiting...mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/DirtyDishes2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So cute right? Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/DirtyDishes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dump the leftovers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Leftover.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES....I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;i&gt;TOUCH THAT&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the scrubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/WashingProcess.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I'm done with the washing. Now that I have wonderful time I can spend doing something way more palatable then scraping leftover into plastic bags, how about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tour Around My House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you will see when you enter my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Doorway.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of paintings in my house. There are 4 doorways there. 1 to my room, 1 to my brothers', one to my parents' (the obvious door, slightly opened) and 1 to the store room. There's also a way to the kitchen shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/MasterRoom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's and Mummy's room. I'm using the computer in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Toilet2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the toilet in my parent's bedroom (above). OMG. Do you see the amount of facial products my parents use? if they look like this with products..HOW DO THEY LOOK LIKE WITHOUT THEM? &lt;em&gt;SHIVER&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/MyRoom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messiest room in the world. It's not my fault. See the plastic bags? Okay. This room was once a spare room and the store room is full. My brothers are too stubborn to inhale garbage air when they sleep and my parents are too almighty to have bags in their room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/BrothersRoom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disturbed my older brother and got avacados thrown at me for taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KITCHEN...(and the balcony. The one way behind)(also where I do the horrid scrubbing of fabric)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Kitchen.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA the evil place I have to do unnecessary scrubbing of terrific waste of potential space that could be used for something more worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Toilet1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/LivingRoom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room. My parents and younger brother didn't notice...&lt;br /&gt;They also didn't notice the broken flower vase, but I think it'll be best if they didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE END OF TOUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what I consumed (and must wash) today for lunch. My older brother's a cook. He made a new dish - blackened fillet. &lt;em&gt;His first time cooking fillet&lt;/em&gt;. That was the pathetic excuse he gave me. The pasta he makes is really &lt;strong&gt;scrumptious&lt;/strong&gt; yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menacing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in some way though. &lt;strong&gt;I made the soup though&lt;/strong&gt;. :D. I like drinking and cooking soup. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. It could be a side effect of brain loss I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Todayslunch.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own recipe of mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Mushrooms.jpg" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's about it. Man, I wish my life could be resonably altered to be more interesting to a certain extend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116478818220021984?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116478818220021984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116478818220021984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116478818220021984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116478818220021984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/update-on-my-dish-sitch.html' title='UPDATE ON MY DISH SITCH'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116468173554053254</id><published>2006-11-28T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:42:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple and Sketches</title><content type='html'>Okay if you want to add me on Maple as a buddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATqueenB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother searching my name up on the maple ranking list and saying that I lied about the angelica hairdo. They didn't update their ranking list so I appear as a hideous looking lvl 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sketched something before I slept. I used Hilary Duff's photo as a model. I didn't mean to draw her. I just needed a girl looking to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Drawing.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g303/bonezrenewed/Drawing.gif" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I drew that extra stuff. Came from my subconsciousness. Anyway MapleStory has a stupid connection problem so I have to find something to do at the moment other than stuffing my head in a blender or annoying some random person's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father went to sign the form thingy already and my brothers are at the centre and St. Joseph's and mummy's at work so I have the computer to myself. And if I don't find anything to do, I'll develop a serious twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great imageshack has a problem. I just went to my old photo album host and I found a lot of images I created but never used. Oh...No wonder. My scan wasn't in the right format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay uploaded. Scroll up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116468173554053254?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116468173554053254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116468173554053254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116468173554053254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116468173554053254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/maple-and-sketches.html' title='Maple and Sketches'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116463146118625366</id><published>2006-11-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:44:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OYAH!</title><content type='html'>Maple update. Level up. Now level 28. I now have a new hair. The angelica hair do. A wool jacket and denim skirt, due to cunningly tricking my father into buying me maple cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116463146118625366?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116463146118625366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116463146118625366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116463146118625366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116463146118625366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/oyah.html' title='OYAH!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116463129746834731</id><published>2006-11-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:58:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How my life is at the moment.</title><content type='html'>Okay I have only 1/2 hr for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the stuff animals I left behind for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/470/buddiesza6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Prince, Laura, Oinky, Prince, Diana, Tashestar (fave), hearts, sam, rabbit, doggy and meow. The Ern Chuen doll is new. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have to face everyday. I wasn't kidding about the washing of the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/9053/garbagezt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have no idea what that brown thing is either but I rather not know. Ignorance is bliss. I think it's meat loaf and tofu and longan shells. I had to scrape this with MY HANDS into that plastic bag. I think you can see the supermarket logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/4444/sinkts6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the brush for potatoes I was talking about. This was after I washed the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/5924/plateontablewr5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sits there, waiting for me to clear it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of what my parents do when I wash dishes. I managed to sneak up to them and take a video. They realised one minute into the video as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKPj845vbNo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKPj845vbNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conversation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Eh, you know a lot of people nowadays have your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it? (pause)(shit, he found me!) How you know?&lt;br /&gt;Pa: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, okay...&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (not in camera scene but behind) Ma, my cut very pain.&lt;br /&gt;Ma: The cut is new of course still pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my family treat my room. STOREROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/3606/bagszc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116463129746834731?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116463129746834731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116463129746834731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116463129746834731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116463129746834731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-my-life-is-at-moment.html' title='How my life is at the moment.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116462701057945684</id><published>2006-11-27T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:30:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to post about my *yawn* life but when I tried to log in, blogger stated  that the password was incorrect. I tried 5 more times and still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clicked forgot password and they sent an email to me about the password. The problem was that I created this account 2 years ago and I have no idea what was my old email addrss. After guessing for uber looooooooooooooooong, I recovered my password. Some doofus who got jealous hacked into my account and I foiled his evil plan of taking over the world blogs. YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Monday, the sun is shining and it's the glorious start of a new week...NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;That means that I await another awful week of unneccesary scrubbing and scraping. Because it's Monday and "Now that you're older, you have to take up more responsibility around the house". It's another excuse for them to do easy chores. I have to scrape raw chicken of a wooden chopboard, I have to dump leftovers into plastic bags, I have to sieve gravy, and I have to realize that the same brush we use for scrubbing potatoes is the same brush we use to wash the sink and the sieve I use to sieve the gravy. EEEEEWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much I believe chocolate is essential, paper plates are way more convenient. We save on water, yuck factor, medicine, avacado, saliva and drain damge costs. We eat finish? Just throw the whole plate away. If guests come over, we can use nicer real plats. But when we are at home what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICES for the schools/torture house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Cresent Girls : only girls (yay)(now noone will shoot rubber bands at my head or kick my chair) , only Express, special Art Programme.&lt;br /&gt;2.Bukit Panjang Government High : Good school, nearby&lt;br /&gt;3.Kranji : Good school, nearby&lt;br /&gt;4.Swiss Cottage : Good School, nearby&lt;br /&gt;5.Unity : Ran out of choices, nearby&lt;br /&gt;6.Choa Chu Kang : Same as above. NEVER GOING REGENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went with my older brother today to the school to pass the form up, but we needed Parent Signature. 0.0"&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow or whatever my parents will have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother gave me a call for that. She asked me the same sentence over and over except in different sentence structure, occupying 20 mins of my computer limit. And now I have to eat dinner and later I have to carry on scraping and scrubbing. FOR NOTHING BUT WATER BILLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116462701057945684?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116462701057945684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116462701057945684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116462701057945684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116462701057945684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahhh.html' title='AHHH!!!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116429080205972593</id><published>2006-11-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:53:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ THING</title><content type='html'>Okay. A blog is about my life and all that. But I think that like most people, you probably want to skip all the boring bits and learn the things you want to know straight away so I found this Interview thingo, not really what I would call a quiz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What's your favorite marshmallow shape?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Pink Hearts&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Yellow Moons&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Orange Stars&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Green Clovers&lt;br /&gt;[X]Blue Diamonds - make them real and we have a deal (unintentional rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Purple Horseshoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is worse?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]A black cat crossing your path - aww...KITTY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[X]Breaking a mirror - Aiyah. How am I supposed to know if my hair is messy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which adjective best describes you?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Perky - always high de -&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Industrious&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Natural&lt;br /&gt;[X]Funny - As in weird and strange funny, not make you laugh until your intestine stops working funny right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would consider living on the 13th&lt;br /&gt;floor of a building?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Yes&lt;br /&gt;[X]No - I want the top floor, convenient for suicide, pretty if you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were little, what did you collect?&lt;br /&gt;[X]Dolls - Barbie dolls. Actually I wanted to collect bugs but NOO....&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Stickers&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Bugs&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Coins&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Dust (I wasn't very active)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where would you build your dream&lt;br /&gt;house?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]On the grassy hills of Ireland&lt;br /&gt;[   ]In a sweeping desert oasis in Africa&lt;br /&gt;[   ]On a 100-acre farm in the old South&lt;br /&gt;[X]On the top floor of an LA skyscraper - BEHOLD! QUEEN OF THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;[   ]In the lush forests of northern Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Saint Patrick's Day&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Halloween - This is when people stop making fun of my uglinessness&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Easter&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in otherworldly powers?&lt;br /&gt;[X]Yes - Err...I have them, soo... YAH!&lt;br /&gt;[   ]No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the best way to make a wish come true?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Wish upon a shooting star - very seldom have&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Throw a coin into a wishing well - waste money&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Blow an eyelash off the tip of your finger - ee...pain or not?&lt;br /&gt;[X]Blow out all your birthday candles in one breath - YAY! Can eat cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever won anything?&lt;br /&gt;[X]Yes - A 'Who is the dumbest Competition'&lt;br /&gt;[   ]No - HAH! LOSER ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Today, you'd feel like the luckiest person alive if you:&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Met the perfect spouse - Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Raised the perfect children - Erm...&lt;br /&gt;[X]Bought the perfect outfit -This is the best option lah&lt;br /&gt;[   ]Got the perfect job - Eee...do work arh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How do you spell your name?&lt;br /&gt;N-A-T-A-L-I-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What colour do you like most ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favourite colour. I like matching colours and things until they look nice. Or maybe&lt;br /&gt;I have a favourite colour but I haven't realised yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like watching movies with the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;beats watching a movie with your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WILL YOU DIE FOR YOUR FRIENDS ?&lt;br /&gt;If I die for a friend, what's the point? I mean I want them to live so I can have fun with them, but if either one of us dies, there's no difference unless she's like wonderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you love your name ?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm...how do I phrase this? I only like what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you want to go out with me,clara ?&lt;br /&gt;Who heck are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you love yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;Yah. How can anyone not love me? I'm so fabulous right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe in miracles ?&lt;br /&gt;Happen before. My brother passed Chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116429080205972593?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116429080205972593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116429080205972593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116429080205972593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116429080205972593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz-thing.html' title='QUIZ THING'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116426186021009090</id><published>2006-11-23T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:09:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR BORED PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>Dearest bored people who have nothing better to do with their life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Natalie, a fairly interesting and considerably mental person. I am here to give you a suggestion for occupying your time in your tedious and meaningless pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;There's a game that's really cute and unique but somewhat childish on the cartoon network official site. Below is the link of the webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/adventure/scooby/creepycastle/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You are a moronic person which I have no interest in whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116426186021009090?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116426186021009090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116426186021009090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116426186021009090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116426186021009090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-bored-people.html' title='FOR BORED PEOPLE'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116426051499992599</id><published>2006-11-23T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:46:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The result slip</title><content type='html'>I shut my eyes. Felt the paper. Smooth to touch. I thought about all the work I've put into this, I've thought about tis whole year. Was it worth it? I opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;English: A&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: A&lt;br /&gt;Maths: A&lt;br /&gt;Science: A&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese: MERIT&lt;br /&gt;Aggregate: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;242&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;242. 242. Above my expectations, lower than I wanted. I have no idea how I feel. I'm definitely not happy, but am I upset? Disappointed?  Throughout the trip from the school to my house, while my parents were doing unnecessary comforting, I was wondering, if I deserved this. If I could do better. Maybe if I went just once to study with the rest, or concentrate on one more lesson, I could have gotten 250. Now, all I hope for, is to get into Bukit Panjang Government High. I hope for my parents to support me in the arts, and letting me go to the School of Arts in 2008. Pray Natalie, pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116426051499992599?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116426051499992599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116426051499992599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116426051499992599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116426051499992599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/result-slip.html' title='The result slip'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116419551606930118</id><published>2006-11-22T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:11:31.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g304/saralouisecarter/Gremlins-Gizmo.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gizmo, a good monster. It's from a very good 80s movie called Gremlins 2: The new batch. I've only watched the sequel. I am dying to watch the first. Why such a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute character.&lt;br /&gt;Very funny scenes.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of horror.&lt;br /&gt;Creative.&lt;br /&gt;Super super cute character.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a little monster (good one) that cannot be exposed to water or bright light and can only eat before midnight. It accidentally gets exposed to water and reproduces an evil generation of horrible monsters that goes rampaging and destroying the whole office building community where his owner works. LOVEABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoVdr-hDfb0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PoVdr-hDfb0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz59gz9_6vw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dz59gz9_6vw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116419551606930118?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116419551606930118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116419551606930118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116419551606930118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116419551606930118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-cute-right-this-is-gizmo-good.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116408768188273689</id><published>2006-11-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T17:11:13.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos of Party</title><content type='html'>Okay the endless waiting of 2 hrs is over...&lt;br /&gt;[DRUM ROLL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The videos of the Teacher Imitating Game and Keenan's song dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uqXZr4LF0A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-uqXZr4LF0A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Davin imitating ********. I don't want to provoke any staff of my school to legal acion so I refrain from using her name in a public website such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCBhKQ20Hqw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCBhKQ20Hqw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santhosh imitating Mr. Ed**** Ch*n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4I_Uf9ze5I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4I_Uf9ze5I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keenan imitating Mr Pe**r L**.(FINE.Maybe you know who it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wFmRODOE6A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wFmRODOE6A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...forgot this one. 4MB brains don't have much memory space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWATrW6wEz0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWATrW6wEz0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BUSMbahUaQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BUSMbahUaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHA. Happy guessing. Sounds familiar? YOU BET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BY9veCUr3co"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BY9veCUr3co" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity is the word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the song dedication.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5bdalbRbUU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5bdalbRbUU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116408768188273689?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116408768188273689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116408768188273689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116408768188273689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116408768188273689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/videos-of-party.html' title='Videos of Party'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116407659739665130</id><published>2006-11-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:56:19.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Graduation Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Class of 2006 Graduation party yesterday, as you alll probably know. A lot of my friends decided to wear the same colour. So we all wore pale pink and ended up looking like a bunch of dolphins. I took only a few pictures, but lots of videos. I didn't have time to take so many. Anyway, if you are in any way interested in the pictures that I took....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/1495/image000cr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/1495/image000cr3.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. I also can do the pose what. The phone she's holding is YeQi's phone. Hers is way down on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3039/image003copyrf3.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3039/image003copyrf3.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an embarrassing shot. So to protect someone's future I placed a censor. I caught her by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/676/lengkhoongyc0.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/676/lengkhoongyc0.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks &lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1689/image001bc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1689/image001bc0.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;strong&gt;hiding&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/9246/image004uo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/9246/image004uo3.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP MOVING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/5325/image005uy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/5325/image005uy5.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT!!!!(Eh? Why got girl behind....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun. I stained my favourite jeans.....Stupid thing, I sat on rice. Don't know who dropped their rice. I can't get it off.....&lt;br /&gt;We played a game, (2 classes, 6D and 6H were there) each class will take turns imitating a teacher while the other class guesses who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a doll that looks like Ern Chuen (sadly) as a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/6222/graduationdollep6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/6222/graduationdollep6.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pic in my room this morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people, Elwin Chua, Kenneth Kok, Jin Jie, Jia Xi, Jia Wei, Shahera, Jie Ru, Ye Qi, Cheng Yee and I then sat on the same LRT and MRT and went home together. We all live in the same neighbourhood. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos will be posted shortly after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116407659739665130?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116407659739665130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116407659739665130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116407659739665130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116407659739665130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/graduation-party.html' title='GRADUATION PARTY'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116403604003976694</id><published>2006-11-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:35:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard road and Mayspring</title><content type='html'>There are two things I need to cover. Since the visit to Orchard Road occurred first, I shall blog about this chapter of my tedious life first.(Like you actually care, avacado lovers).The next post will be about the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORCHARD ROAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the City Area of Singapore mainly for a holiday exhibition. We stopped by to buy my new phone. My dad asked me to select a number from a box thing displayed. I was looking at all the confusing math flashbacks when my father rudely interrupted "THIS ONE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squinted. No wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy hp-966**337&lt;br /&gt;Number -966**733&lt;br /&gt;?????!!!!!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the guy person told us that we have to choose from the 3G box, not the normal one. So I went back and chose one that looked easy to remember. Then while doing the usual routine, select this, IC no., bla bla, my mother and brothers got tired and hungry and went of to the restaurant first (Dad and I met them later). We queued up and then ordered a salad each. Trust me. Salad includes pasta, meat, vegetables, sauces and soup. Cheap too. The restaurant called SIZZLER. I was eating this&lt;br /&gt;and playing with my utensils. I already ate all the veggies. 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img454.imageshack.us/img454/4540/pastaez5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother started complaining (she's in one of her moods...) that I wasn't eating enough vegetables. Then my father got fed up and brought me a plate of.....&lt;br /&gt;(I ate a bit of it before I took the picture. WITH MY NEW PHONE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/7688/veggiessx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish the whole plate and I left it for the waiters to clear. =). Anyway, I went to the counter and they had free polo candy. So I took 30. 80% for 6H girls during the party and the rest for me and non 6H friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a super boring and unneeded (unless you need to deliver a very secret and important package openly) exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Orchard Road to collect my mother's fixed necklace.(the chain broke)(NO. I DIDN'T DO IT) On my way there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img465.imageshack.us/img465/2969/firehm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRE~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img398.imageshack.us/img398/9848/pigeonsaq5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so many!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/8674/robotzb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/8176/robotsht7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBOT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1279/puppetszd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo pinochio. How ya doin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/3654/christmasbz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with the face? My camera skills are FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. If you don't agree with the captions. Hit your self repeatively or continuously until you come to your senses with a large hammer or better yet, whale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116403604003976694?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116403604003976694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116403604003976694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116403604003976694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116403604003976694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/orchard-road-and-mayspring.html' title='Orchard road and Mayspring'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116399256906834669</id><published>2006-11-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:16:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>DING DING DING!!!! 100th post. Anniversary. I'll post a celebration post later. Anyway, I'm here to announce the arrival of my new handphone. My new number is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;96376901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.  Excited and nauseated by tonight's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116399256906834669?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116399256906834669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116399256906834669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116399256906834669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116399256906834669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116383567552197193</id><published>2006-11-18T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T15:52:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silver Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Silver Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a heartfelt poem by Natalie Tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the things I said,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the things I've done,&lt;br /&gt;Blood drops of crimson red,&lt;br /&gt;Never took away the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when I needed you,&lt;br /&gt;at times when I was feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;you always came to my rescue,&lt;br /&gt;our friendship is proven true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always stuck together,&lt;br /&gt;even when we all broke down,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of whatever,&lt;br /&gt;we never gave a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the last day has passed,&lt;br /&gt;we may never meet again.&lt;br /&gt;But our friendship will forever last,&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely glad you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stuck together as a class,&lt;br /&gt;and overcame our fears,&lt;br /&gt;now everything is in the past,&lt;br /&gt;and so now comes the silver tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I won't cry. Really. But last night, something came over me. I thought about the reader's theater. I thought about all the laughs I had. I thought about the sad times, when everyone made it better. I thought about PCK, genius, shanti, short one. I thought about tsunami, I thought about Mrs Rajah. I thought about Zhong Jia's migration, I thought about PE lessons. I thought about Mrs Tee's comfort, I thought about Mrs Loh's encouragement. I thought about Bai Lao Shi's jokes. I thought about Aaroson, I thought about Ian. I thought about fights, I thought about Eunice. I thought about Siu Yi. I thought about Wei Cheng. I thought about Alfred. I thought about Mark. I thought about Jin Jie. I thought about Jie Ru. I thought about Jia Xi and Jia Wei. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really ready? To leave all this behind? To start again? I wasn't. I can't do this. I can't. All the memories. Everything. Behind? Gone? NOW???? Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116383567552197193?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116383567552197193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116383567552197193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116383567552197193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116383567552197193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/silver-tears.html' title='The Silver Tears'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116382363947226290</id><published>2006-11-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:25:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOXTROT</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jason: I had no idea Peter was such a fan of folk music.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: He is?&lt;br /&gt;Jason: He's up in his room listening to some CD and every other word is&lt;br /&gt;"folk this" and "folk that". I guess he's a little worried about his "cool"&lt;br /&gt;image, cos he told me not to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: &lt;strong&gt;PETER FOX!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Adapted from popular comic '&lt;a href="http://foxtrot.com"&gt;foxtrot&lt;/a&gt;'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116382363947226290?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116382363947226290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116382363947226290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116382363947226290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116382363947226290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/foxtrot.html' title='FOXTROT'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116382059586951505</id><published>2006-11-18T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:30:51.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ever</title><content type='html'>Traffic Lights are there for our safety, I know. But lil' updated me found out by the newspapers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An old lady, who was always careful about using the traffic light and crossing&lt;br /&gt;the road, got dragged for 30m by a careless and speeding driver who did not stop&lt;br /&gt;at the red light. He drove off, leaving the old lady at the road, when she died&lt;br /&gt;helplessly. Luckily the police found the license plate which apparently dropped&lt;br /&gt;off in the struggle. They tracked down the owner who claimed that he loaned his&lt;br /&gt;car to a friend. (a bunch of morons)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116382059586951505?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116382059586951505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116382059586951505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116382059586951505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116382059586951505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-ever.html' title='Never Ever'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116377336576972296</id><published>2006-11-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:22:45.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Today I was blog-hopping and I came across something that made the liquid in my head spin around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/8724/1011061235dw0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me???? Of course. Noone else. On &lt;a href="http://sugarlatte-.blogspot.com"&gt;Sherry's blog&lt;/a&gt;. So funny. No wonder. That day I felt like someone was watching me. I should have adjusted my hair. =D. We were talking about the good ol' Primary 3 days lah. Then after that we started singing a song together. HEE&gt;That's what I do in my free time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116377336576972296?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116377336576972296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116377336576972296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116377336576972296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116377336576972296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116375605152567446</id><published>2006-11-17T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:38:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More lameness</title><content type='html'>This is another one of the designs I'm rather PROUD OF!!!! YAY!!! AVACADO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4203/design2fh0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="372" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4203/design2fh0.png" width="185" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Mainly for Shahera. She wanted to see it. Click the image for a larger view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116375605152567446?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116375605152567446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116375605152567446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116375605152567446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116375605152567446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-lameness.html' title='More lameness'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116375318771881775</id><published>2006-11-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:54:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME</title><content type='html'>This is going to sound lame, but I found this really fun and non childish computer dress up game. I made little versions of us during Be Yourself Day. I forgot how the rest looked like. I couldn't find exact clothing so hee. I found the most like it one. Click &lt;a href="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/1594/blogpiceditsg9.png"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the mini versions of Eunice, Shahera, Sherry and me.&lt;br /&gt;Shahera got hooked on this too.&lt;br /&gt;To play the demo: http://www.giraffekids.eu/gabi/show.php?name=demo&lt;br /&gt;If you like the demo (with so little choice of clothes) sign up (free) for the full version.&lt;br /&gt;Full version: http://www.giraffekids.eu/gabi/show.php?name=full.&lt;br /&gt;It's way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I couldn't find specs so I used sunglasses for the mini me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116375318771881775?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116375318771881775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116375318771881775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116375318771881775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116375318771881775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/lame.html' title='LAME'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116374588660315318</id><published>2006-11-17T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:45:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Today's thelast day of school and I'll really miss all of you but I'll see you on the 20th and 23th anyway. Today, Jia Wei(STAR PUPIL!!!), Jia Xi, Jie Ru, Shahera, Leng Khoong, Cheng Yee, Lorraine, Ye Qi(she just came back from China) and I played murderer in the morning and during our last recess in De La Salle, we did all the things we've always wanted to do in De La Salle. We climbed the mysterious clock tower(Jia Xi went the highest), (right here only Sha, JX and I were left) sat on the notice board ledge, read all the carpark's car's license plate numbers out loud, slammed drawers, flushed toilets at once and went down two-step-forward-one-step-back one staircase. I got people to sign the underside of my bag strap and then we got bored and went back to climb the tower for the 5th time. Then I got scared after I went above the door so I climbed back down and Mr Lee was the first thing I saw when I turned around. (How could I not spot him, he was wearing a pink shirt) Then I'm like, "Ohhhhh........". Then he warned us and then giggling, all three of us went back to class. Shahera and I wanted to have lunch together but we got seperated in the crowd and then I lost Shahera. So sadly, I ate cup noodles at Yew Tee CC all on my own.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I regret letting people sign my bag and I'll wash it off later. Toodles. I'll get an autograph book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116374588660315318?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116374588660315318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116374588660315318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116374588660315318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116374588660315318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116367163221021068</id><published>2006-11-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:52:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration.</title><content type='html'>There are several good and some even ridiculous reasons for a person to celebrate. Perhaps it's the birthday of someone worth respect, maybe it's the funeral of an extremely bossy person, or maybe the end of a 10 year tedious war against chipmunks and lemons. And on top of it all, it could be the last day of school, the day children can relax, and take a break from school, which takes us back to my life. As I sit on a broken chair, nestling in between torn cushions, with a blue yoyo as my companion, I think about the times that I had in De La Salle Primary, as tomorrow will probably be the last time I experience a lesson in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st year in De La Salle: Topped the class. Won colouring contests. Swallowed a thumbtack. Lost 106980 hairs due to vigorous pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd year: Topped the class. Got recognised for my art. Murdered 30 spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year: Got made fun of everyday. Realised there are smarter people. Got poked by an annoying male classmate every Friday except on Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th year: Still got made fun of, but now even more harsh. Made more friends. Started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th year: Marks decreased. Friends increased. Criticism increased. Swallowed a strange pink substance I found on a bench. + I irritated Ern Chuen and he irritated me and we kept on quarreling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th year: Best year in De La Salle. Discovered true friends. Became famous. Enjoyed lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a brief summary of what happened so far. I'm going to miss all of you. I'm VERY WORRIED about my PSLE results (or it could be the side effects of eating tastey looking thumbtacks). I tried my best. But who am I trying to kid. I'm sure I'll get all rather high As. But I cannot get A*. Man, my parents are going to be disappointed. I'll pray more. I hope HE will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116367163221021068?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116367163221021068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116367163221021068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116367163221021068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116367163221021068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/celebration.html' title='Celebration.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116355856054805664</id><published>2006-11-15T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:45:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOTS</title><content type='html'>I got the new version of Windows - Windows Vista TM. With this, it should be relatively easier to dominate the world and an army of dead squirels. If you're one of those suspicious types or spies from apple, click &lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/5056/nataliewindowsos5.gif"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/382/nataliewindows1dw0.gif"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway my brother is cooking delicious yet somehow menacing pasta so I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116355856054805664?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116355856054805664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116355856054805664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116355856054805664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116355856054805664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/whoots.html' title='WHOOTS'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116351420768998889</id><published>2006-11-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:23:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world</title><content type='html'>As you have noticed, I created a nonsensical quiz about myself and quite a few responses showed up. MUAHAHA. Anyway, this SHOCKED ME A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/5281/erncmq0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116351420768998889?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116351420768998889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116351420768998889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116351420768998889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116351420768998889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-in-world.html' title='What in the world'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116349244586770488</id><published>2006-11-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:20:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today Shahera ate lunch with me at the same ol' place and went to my house presumingly because 'It was raining'. GRIN. I helped her with her blogging stuff and things you don't have to know about. Anyway, when we were on our way to my house from the Sha-Nat headquarters we started chasing pigeons around on the grass for dubious fun. Then when we started to walk again after failed attempts of pigeon hunting and realised that our shoes were covered with brown muck. We started shrieking in a rhythmetic way and shouted at random people in frustration. Then we used all kinds of ridiculous ways to get it off. Scraping with pens, wiping with pillars, and even throwing. We resulted in walking back to the headquarters and using toilet paper and some water to wash it off. But failed. So we gave up and went to my house and did the above mentioned activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this whole tedious mess, we had some P6 prize giving ceremony mumbo jumbo. We got 3rd for the Floorball-rink decorating competition (IN YOUR FACE!!) and Best advertising for the Entrepreneurship. For those of you who don't know, Le Tian transfered her role of Leader of Advert Dept to me (tsk..) and we won!!! And Elwin Chua (apparently CEO) still dare to say 6H didn't need our advertising help and that we did nothing to help in advertising. And he was chosen to be Senior Lasellian. WHAT!!!??! He's action, bossy, not physically inclined and not one of the smartest in  our class. A senior Lasellian is supposed to be sociable, good in sports and academics! I think Joel Ang deserves it more. Jia Wei got the senior female lasellians award. YAY!!! Good decision I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOONG LIVE AVACADOS. They're convenient weapons and nutritous fruits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116349244586770488?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116349244586770488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116349244586770488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116349244586770488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116349244586770488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116340750575916690</id><published>2006-11-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:45:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>Take this &lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=061113032927-527296&amp;amp;"&gt;QUIZ&lt;/a&gt; or die or get poked by a monkey forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116340750575916690?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116340750575916690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116340750575916690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116340750575916690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116340750575916690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116339949390905935</id><published>2006-11-13T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:31:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Handphone</title><content type='html'>You're probably sick and tired from all my unreasonable whining about not being able to post photos because of &lt;strong&gt;UNJUSTIFIED&lt;/strong&gt; camera quality. But all this will change soon so HALLELUIA. I'm getting a new phone quite soon and I stated that I want one with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.computer compatibility&lt;br /&gt;.camera quality&lt;br /&gt;.mP3&lt;br /&gt;.good graphics&lt;br /&gt;.video camera&lt;br /&gt;.HUGE memory space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of me? Lemme explain why I need all this.&lt;br /&gt;1.Computer compatibility&lt;br /&gt;This is so I can get tunes out of my computer into my phone or vice versa. Photos too. Then I can edit my ugly face and then post the photos  on my blog to entertain your curiousity of how da hell I look like.&lt;br /&gt;2.Camera quality&lt;br /&gt;I can take pretty and bright-coloured images to use as wallpaper and to post.&lt;br /&gt;3.mP3&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me well(idiot), music is a HUGE part of my life and if it doesn't have mP3, it might as well be thrown into the deepest of all toilet bowls, ready to be consumed by shit fish that live in sewers.&lt;br /&gt;4.Video camera&lt;br /&gt;I can put my wonderful talents to use my having my own road show!!! MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;5.H-U-G-E memory&lt;br /&gt;I can store music and photos all I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116339949390905935?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116339949390905935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116339949390905935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116339949390905935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116339949390905935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-handphone.html' title='New Handphone'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116338446964975105</id><published>2006-11-13T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:21:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERROR</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but it seems that aliens have invaded earth to a certain point as my computer must have messed up and the last post repeated.It should be okay when the aliens leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116338446964975105?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116338446964975105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116338446964975105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116338446964975105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116338446964975105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/error.html' title='ERROR'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116334566030033444</id><published>2006-11-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:56:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTHU'S CURRY</title><content type='html'>Today we(PA+MA+ME) &lt;em&gt;ditched&lt;/em&gt; our brothers(&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;) and let them rot playing XBox, which is actually a black monster with and 'X' on the top, and MapleStory, while we went to Suntec, CityLink and Raffles to have &lt;strong&gt;ultra-mega-super-shopping&lt;/strong&gt;.I ate at 'The Soup Spoon' at the Raffles Marketplace. It's a little cafe I really recommend for all those soup-lovers or people who depend on soup to stay alive as there are 7 soup-crazed people threatening to poke you forever if you don't serve them delicious soup.Poking is not much of a threat, but it is annoying. Then we walked for awhile and then my parents got hungry. So they ate while I had a &lt;em&gt;suspicious&lt;/em&gt; looking milkshake at some place called '&lt;strong&gt;Muthu&lt;/strong&gt;'s Curry'(who's this Muthu)(Won't he be angry if we ate his curry?) and when I was done with the milkshake I explored the place, hunting for a CD shop.There was only one shop selling &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;em&gt;chinese&lt;/em&gt; cheap&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;songs&lt;/em&gt; so I gave up. Then my father called me and told me to meet him at the &lt;em&gt;Muthu place&lt;/em&gt;. Then I walked until I met him(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left a &lt;strong&gt;new red&lt;/strong&gt; umbrella in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; care and then we striked up a &lt;em&gt;tedious&lt;/em&gt; conversation about my younger brother. He keeps going on and on about how &lt;em&gt;unknowingly&lt;/em&gt; smart he is. Is he suggesting that my brother is &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; stupid to know that he's &lt;em&gt;very smart&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;NO LOGIC&lt;/strong&gt;. Then he(my father)(how would I know if my brother all the way at home, went to the toilet) went to the toilet. I put the umbrella on the floor and then suddenly the bottom cracckkedddd and two pieces came flying out. Unless you've been abducted by aliens I'm sure you find this VERY unusual. So did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my father came out and saw me trying to fix it back pathetically I'm like err..."hello". Then he was like "what the HELL". And he looked at me in amazement.Then I begged him to buy me "&lt;strong&gt;Fergie as the Dutchess&lt;/strong&gt;" album, for 1 hr. (DING! New record) Then he bought me the album!!! (not from the &lt;em&gt;pathetic chinese shop&lt;/em&gt;, HMV at the other mall) He gave in eventually. MUAHAHA. Feel the wrath of my nonsensical whining. Oh yeah. We looked at handphone models and I may be getting a really nice phone. And &lt;strong&gt;Nokia N93&lt;/strong&gt; is so &lt;strong&gt;BIG LIKE HELL&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;bigger&lt;/strong&gt; than my hand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home and blogging. (of course, then what else are you reading) FERGALICIOUS IS SOOOOOOOOO ADDICTIVE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116334566030033444?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116334566030033444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116334566030033444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116334566030033444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116334566030033444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/muthus-curry.html' title='MUTHU&apos;S CURRY'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116325316089263807</id><published>2006-11-11T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:52:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labrador.</title><content type='html'>I went to some &lt;strong&gt;weirdo&lt;/strong&gt; tunnel the other day. Labrador 'secret' tunnel. &lt;strong&gt;HAH&lt;/strong&gt;. If it's &lt;em&gt;so secret&lt;/em&gt; why is it a &lt;strong&gt;tourist attraction&lt;/strong&gt;? Anyways, the place was &lt;em&gt;creepy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; and there was some &lt;strong&gt;spider web&lt;/strong&gt; like, &lt;strong&gt;hanging&lt;/strong&gt; from the wall, &lt;em&gt;tickling&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;em&gt;oh so sensitive&lt;/em&gt; nose. &lt;strong&gt;ACHOO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in another chamber and I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; this place no toilet arh? How the soldier people or whatever they're called go toilet?" Then I ask the guide person thing person the question, and he's all "&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;mah&lt;/em&gt;, urine anywhere. &lt;em&gt;Convinient&lt;/em&gt;." And I'm "&lt;em&gt;Eeeeeyer&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed us a name on the bricks used to make the walls - "Hock Ann". My dad's name is "Hock Aun". LOL. &lt;em&gt;All these years&lt;/em&gt; he never tell me he was&lt;strong&gt; building&lt;/strong&gt; secret soldier tunnel things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he show us all the &lt;strong&gt;debris&lt;/strong&gt; left over from the bomb exploding thing, and I saw a sock and a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;HAH&lt;/strong&gt;! Some &lt;em&gt;loser&lt;/em&gt; lost his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Eun: Sock &lt;strong&gt;also&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Shahera: Stay away, you never know if it's a &lt;em&gt;LEG... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got really&lt;em&gt; dark&lt;/em&gt; as we went &lt;em&gt;deeper&lt;/em&gt; and I had &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea where I was going and tripped over a pit and landed on something &lt;strong&gt;dusty&lt;/strong&gt;.... eeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry&lt;/em&gt; I can't post pictures on my blog. Actually if I did you &lt;strong&gt;won't&lt;/strong&gt; read my blog because I will &lt;strong&gt;scare&lt;/strong&gt; you away with my &lt;strong&gt;new &lt;/strong&gt;hair. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Go to &lt;a href="http://dramaticalle-.blogspot.com"&gt;Shahera's blog&lt;/a&gt; to see how my hair looks like. Roughly lah. Examples. It looks nicer on the model and Charlize anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng kept taking photos with her &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; PHONE (it rocks so much, that I can't keep my balance)(is that a LAME joke or what?). &lt;strong&gt;GASP&lt;/strong&gt;. How about &lt;em&gt;poor&lt;/em&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to her house to help her with her blogskin designing (after I had canadian &lt;strong&gt;PIZZA &lt;/strong&gt;for lunch. &lt;strong&gt;YUM&lt;/strong&gt;. Man...&lt;strong&gt;why am I &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; FAT&lt;/strong&gt;)and it got &lt;strong&gt;5.00 stars&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! But &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; person rated. Click &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/dice"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see her profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Kai is the worst younger brother I ever met. He shoots plasticine and blu tack and origami ninja stars at our faces. He keeps talking &lt;em&gt;nonsense&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;acting cool&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;. GROW UP. &lt;strong&gt;It's bad enough that I have pimples&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; add scars??? &lt;strong&gt;DIE YOU&lt;/strong&gt; PERSON THING PEOPLES. Every &lt;strong&gt;5 secs&lt;/strong&gt; he will like, ask "Why take so &lt;em&gt;looooooong&lt;/em&gt;?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I &lt;em&gt;stole&lt;/em&gt; ice-cream from her fridge (&lt;strong&gt;HAH. Let's see you catch me now!!! MUAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;)and went home and celebrated my younger brother's birthday (late by one day). And then we took photos and I'm blogging. &lt;em&gt;DUH&lt;/em&gt;. That's what &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I attempted Tim's blog but &lt;em&gt;LAG LAG&lt;/em&gt;. He's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;cute lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116325316089263807?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116325316089263807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116325316089263807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116325316089263807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116325316089263807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/labrador.html' title='Labrador.'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116308459582927117</id><published>2006-11-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:04:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVENTFUL DAY</title><content type='html'>Person: So Natalie, how are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: Shuddup lah. You're getting on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;Person: What did ya do in school today???&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: (Flings avacado at person)&lt;br /&gt;Person: (dodges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what mood I am in today. Anyway if you want a blog visitor counter on your site, click &lt;a href="http://fastwebcounter.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't recommend such things. Why?&lt;br /&gt;1)only people who don't trust you will read the counter&lt;br /&gt;2)it's for you to see how many idiots, I mean er..., nice people read your site&lt;br /&gt;3)it gives people a chance to laugh at your pathetic visits&lt;br /&gt;4)it occupies space&lt;br /&gt;5)a blog is to express yourself, not boast about being the queen of all blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I went in school people were like, commenting on my hair throughout the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Joel: You cut your hair? (x10)&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: AHHH AHH AHH AHH HAWWWW! (like it will make any difference from last time)&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine Tee: Did you cut your hair? (the-what-da-hell look)&lt;br /&gt;Siu Yi: ....&lt;br /&gt;Shahera: Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Cheng: ????&lt;br /&gt;Avacado: Why throw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today we finally had the entrepreneurship event selling thing after so many disastrous preparations. Shhh....Ern Chuen spray painted the pillar. I had to do a lot of things. Run upstairs, run back down, peel glue, snap sticks, throw markers, and eat chocolate coffee creme cake. YAY! Sadly the goong posters sells well but happens to be illegal but we didn't realize it when we sold it. URGH. We made a HUGE profit selling old toys, books, playing games, decorative stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shahera keeps posting about me. I don't know why lah. Heck. I thought her blog is supposed about her life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: I hate my hair..&lt;br /&gt;Shahera: I'm going to BLOG ABOUT THIS MUAHAHA!~&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: 0.0"&lt;br /&gt;Avacado: Before you fling me, I...&lt;br /&gt;Natalie: (Flings avacado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between working time for selling, Shahera and I sneaked to McD. I wanted 7/11 as short of cash (butterflies live in my wallet)(my nice nice wallet that Leng gave me. (: ) but McD is so irresistable. We're so pole thin anyway. Then we saw Fionn (aiyah however you spell her name) and the people she always hangs with (please lah, no cliques. cliques suck. mix with people can?) flirting around and we are like 0.0".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turn and saw what they were looking at. Aaroson. Chey. (In case y'all dunno, he was an ex-best friend. we drifted apart after a while)(so cute right? we met in P1) Then I am like "SHIT!!! My ugly hair". Then I tried sneaking out without him seeing me like this. Then he saw me and said "Hi Bye". Then I'm like "aiyo". And went back to Shahera in McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to school and I rushed home and did chores and maple and now I'm blogging. And I overheard my parents planning to go Genting. I never went there before but it sounds exciting. (believe this, 12 year old Singaporean never go Genting before) And tomorrow my younger brother's birthday. He's annoying and all but still my younger brother so I wonder if I should give him something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labrador Park tomorrow. Creepy place. Trust me. I hope we get to walk with our friends. Wish me luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116308459582927117?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116308459582927117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116308459582927117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116308459582927117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116308459582927117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/eventful-day.html' title='EVENTFUL DAY'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116298441447427124</id><published>2006-11-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:13:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>Oh yah just a reminder. If you ever think of insulting me, reflect with yourself first and if you are truly confident about being better than me in that particular area, then go ahead and insult me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116298441447427124?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116298441447427124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116298441447427124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116298441447427124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116298441447427124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116298375561565087</id><published>2006-11-08T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:53:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial</title><content type='html'>Actually my sole purpose for switching on the computer was to play maple but for some uncomprehensible reason, it just refuses to load. So I went to read people's blog instead. I read Eunice's blog first and then was inspired to blog on my own. She blogged about drawing for her older brother about a band or something (the blog focused more on the dialogue  between her brother and her, so I don't really know what the heck is going on, aiyah, don't blame the post lar, I'm plain DUMB). Then I started to wonder about why I didn't try drawing a band before. I did before but, that was when I was 4 and the lead singer was a barbie doll and the drummer was a stick (so cute right???) and a blog i for my feelings and wonders so how can I not blog and upset the blog reading community. (Yeah rite, like people actually read my blog) Wait, another thought......IMAGINE ME IN A BAND. I'll write a 2hr solo for myself. Muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway a blog is also about my life, so I will write what happened today. Today my ma woke me up and we left at &lt;strong&gt;10:00&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning to take MRT to Queenstown to the salon but we ended up waiting for the taxi for &lt;strong&gt;20 min&lt;/strong&gt; (man I&lt;strong&gt; despise&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;em&gt;younger brother&lt;/em&gt;) and then going for MRT. You see my mother has a college friend (back then it was called pre-university mates)(????) that is a graduate from some UK beauty school and i really pro at such stuff (duh, obviously). She has this cute little shop in Queenstown to do facials and spas and such. (she has her beauty certificates all over the walls) Today's my second time there (the first time I didn't blog about it because I scared people think I vain but I can blog about it now because people already think I vain so what's the point) and my ma insisted that I go for some facial because the camp was making my skin........(dots to represent what my ma said, I didn't really listen)(hee) Then they did the cleansing, masque, and then my ma was hungry and we ate together in their little cafe outside the room (but still in the same shop). We ate lunch in a kopitiam nearby while my younger brother got finishing touches on his haircut in the next door salon. (The guy who works there happens to use to work for David Gan AKA celeb hairstylist)(YAY) Then my older brother came to the spa place or whatever such a shop is called after his art programme thing (it says beauty clinic on the namecard but it doesn't sound very promising) and did a facial too. (Same camp excuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After &lt;em&gt;sooooo &lt;/em&gt; loong I had my haircut too. &lt;em&gt;Sadly&lt;/em&gt; the guy who use to work for the famous celeb hair guy (surprisingly that celeb hair guy has &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; HAIR)(???) left for lunch break and I was in the hands of some &lt;strong&gt;pregnant lady&lt;/strong&gt;. Because my hair is still short but messy, if she cuts it it has to be even shorter so now I look like some boy freak but with a bit of gel wax I think I should be able to have that 'Aeon Flux Charlize Theron' hair style. Boys, expect to puke tomorrow (or mistake me for one of your friends) unless my gel wax thingo plan works. It should be okay when it gets longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm thinking about the drawing by Eunice again, and I want to share about my parents a little. (Sounds like some freak psychological sharing circle, I know) Maybe I'm paranoid, but I think that going to an Art School is worth it. My parents say no (especially my dad, my ma just follows) and said that "a new school is very risky" but I don't think that's the real reason. I think they just don't want to invest so much money for their daughter and will rather spend on rings and fancy dresses and ties. For God's sake, my future is at stake. (unintentional rhyme here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So now I have nothing else to blog about and if I drag on like what I am doing now with extremely unnecessary words that are long and even maybe uncomprehensive I will merely draw your attention towards something much more palatable and pleasant to do and now I just think you should know that palatable and pleasant means the same thing so don't bother looking it up in the dictionary and I am relieved to say that noone actually reads my blog and I will do a fine job in literature in whatever sec school I am going to because I can drag on such a long sentence about nothing and my mother is nagging so I will quickly remind you about the importance of a comma punctuation as you are probably reading this with much difficulty if you did not get bored in th earlier part of the post and stopped reading a while ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116298375561565087?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116298375561565087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116298375561565087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116298375561565087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116298375561565087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/facial.html' title='Facial'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116280802692053239</id><published>2006-11-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:49:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice Solution</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this will settle everything. The first thing she does when we go online, is accuse me of backstabbing. The first thing she does at school, is make fun of me, with boys. The first thing she does when I buy something nice, she insists that I get one for her too. Clearly, her and I are never ever going to be good friends no matter how hard we try. We are two different people (apart from the fact that I am also female and human and not evil and married or pregnant or poor or....aiyah you get my point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a big HDB-You live in a small condo&lt;br /&gt;I am loving messy-You are primped&lt;br /&gt;I design-You use designs&lt;br /&gt;I rebel-You follow suit&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about most boys-You think most boys are cute&lt;br /&gt;I pick up worms as pets-You puke at the sight&lt;br /&gt;I have specs-you are spec-less&lt;br /&gt;I have Sh-ahera-You have Sh-erry&lt;br /&gt;I have approx. $5500 family income (my ma dun let me say exact amount)-You have approx $4.5k family income&lt;br /&gt;I have to take care of myself-They have to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;I look through hearts-You look at hair first&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate art-You look once and say 'It so rocks! Cewlness!' and never look at it again&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate devices-I don't care if it has mP3&lt;br /&gt;I have my own style-You follow trends&lt;br /&gt;I have chocolate-You have vanilla&lt;br /&gt;KFC-McD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I just pretend you don't exist (unles in emergencies like er, you fall of a plane and I catch you or something), and you vice versa, we can lead better lives. If we get to be friends again we will agonise each other until one fine day, our brain drops out from agony and emotional impact. So now I will do something more palatable like, drink Lipton Tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116280802692053239?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116280802692053239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116280802692053239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116280802692053239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116280802692053239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/eunice-solution.html' title='Eunice Solution'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116254276790546892</id><published>2006-11-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:51:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP</title><content type='html'>The (P6 Graduation) camp has its ups and downs. I didn't really learn any new life values but I definitely pratised them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS&lt;br /&gt;.Luge ride&lt;br /&gt;.SENTOSA!!!&lt;br /&gt;.Bonding&lt;br /&gt;.Fun shouting&lt;br /&gt;.Yay WATER ACTIVITIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNS&lt;br /&gt;.Scorching hot weather in the day&lt;br /&gt;.Icy cold weather in the night&lt;br /&gt;.Loooong walking distances&lt;br /&gt;.Looooooonger shower queues&lt;br /&gt;.Non-mama-cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;.we slept in an old ware house thingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you more tomorrow because I am extremely exhausted right now. Oh yeah. because of the long shower room/changing room queues, Sha and I improvised and came up with a sleeping-bag-cover-us-we-then-change-inside plan. Then everyone started queueing to change too. But the second day the plan went wrong. There was some animal waste on the floor and Sha didn't realise and.....rather not mention the end. I want to leave you guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home I was disappointed. A HUGE mess waiting for me to clean up and nobody to welcome me back home or wtv a family is supposed to do when their daughter just came back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am switching to cbox (taboard) because the IP addresses are more accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116254276790546892?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116254276790546892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116254276790546892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116254276790546892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116254276790546892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/11/camp.html' title='CAMP'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116220006325654565</id><published>2006-10-30T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:33:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>From today onwards (with exception from this post) I will change the way I blog. I will only blog the facts that will happen or has happened or had happened and will not offer my own opinion unless I am quoting what I said earlier. (which is technically a fact) (To prevent people who think I am horrible because of the way I blog)(Strangely, they only come when I have a fight with Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results from the trivia quiz-s I took. (Reference to &lt;a href="http://dramaticalle-.blogspot.com"&gt;Shahera's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Extroversion Profile&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness: High&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level: Medium&lt;br /&gt;Excitement Seeking: Medium&lt;br /&gt;Sociability: Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Should Be Fashion Designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're offbeat and artistic, you have a good eye for trends&lt;br /&gt;You can figure out new incredible clothes to create... that will sell well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your EQ is 133&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with the results I guess. It seems accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116220006325654565?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116220006325654565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116220006325654565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116220006325654565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116220006325654565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116202552200018980</id><published>2006-10-28T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:59:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray Paint and Fights</title><content type='html'>To those of you who did not show up for school yesterday either because you are sick or dead or chased by an angry mob of squirrels for 6 miles,  I wish I were you. Yesterday, the teachers came up with a seemingly fun activity for us - spray painting floor ball rink boards. We had to bear with the haze (thanks a lot Indonesians), the smell of paint and the scorching hot sun. When the teacher called out for those of us who ordered the watermelons to collect them, about 60% of the people who did&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; order the watermelons stole them and ate it before the teachers discovered. Anyway my group's painting looked like crap but was very unique compared to the rest. The colours matched well, but because of my group's lack of number (thank you Mr Chia) and skills (apart from me, thank you)(MUAHAHA.Go ahead and sue me) we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; couldn't figure out what the hell was painted on the rink board. Anyway we spent the whole day like this and pasting posters about our class' secretly disfunctional stall in the entrepreneurship program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another fight with Eunice. And she claims that I lie like her too. Nobody does not lie. But I tell white lies. I said I only dislike because I don't want to hurt some people's feelings and I say I don't gossip because I really don't.  Gossiping is spreading untrue rumours about another person. I told true things to people. Get it? And I don't have to rate others low to get to top rated. Even before I rated your designs I was top rated. And if you can't take constructive criticism to improve on your designs then don't design at all because criticism is one big part of designing and plays a huge role into improving. You can't force people to praise your designs and if you can't accept that the whole world can't like your designs, don't design, because that is a true but sad fact. I chose not to talk to you that day about donating money because you are wasting precious time for creating 600 posters. Also, I am in the advertising department so advertising is what I do.  And what is the point of giving money for selling things for charity? It's the same as directly giving it away. If not we don't have to sell anything at all. And that is my own money (actually my dad's money) so forcing me to donate is stealing and donating means giving money in your own will to help, so if you force it's not called donating but I repeat, stealing. And if you are fed up of being wrong all the time, go and do something right then. And I know you don't like me replying to this issue but then again you don't like anything I do. So today, let me bid a happy farewell to you. PEOPLE, I AM A FREE SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that 'somebody' who commented hat I should count the thoughts that came with the gift wallet and should design a wallet myself first: I do appreciate the wallet a lot and I love it to death so I have no idea why you waste your time repeating known obvious facts and yes, I can design a wallet. As a matter of fact I already did. And I know who you are and I am giving you a chance to admit who you are. If you don't soon, I will announce your name to everyone I know and even innocent people on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fellow blog readers,&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp is coming soon and I look forward to getting to know others and making new friends. I am happy that we will get to have new adventures together. May my future room mate look forward to meeting this dork too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our family ordered lasagne from pizzahut and the quality is so.....&lt;br /&gt;the lasagne is so small, so cold, and I can't find the beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the great Britney Spears once said,&lt;br /&gt;oops it's goodbye again. (or was it...hmmm..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116202552200018980?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116202552200018980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116202552200018980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116202552200018980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116202552200018980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/spray-paint-and-fights.html' title='Spray Paint and Fights'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116187022621692686</id><published>2006-10-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:43:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreneurship</title><content type='html'>I finally found the correct spelling-E-N-T-R-E-P-R-E-N-E-U-R-S-H-I-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today and yesterday the advertising department and some other kind souls did a lot of running, rubbing, pasting, shouting and even crying. We were extremely, like, furious when we walked back to class and saw 6D's posters everywhere. Ours weren't finished at that moment but we have more, more colourful (their's were BLACK AND WHITE) and we know where to paste it. You see, what's the point of pasting the posters at the 3rd level where there are other P6 classes who are competing against them? The P4s are in the afternoon session, so even if they saw your posters.....you get my point. (ha! the 6Gs did the same thing) So we photocopied like at least 400 for every pillar. Someone is bound to see it. (strangely every person we met who is from other p6 classes laughed at US) When Leng, Cheng and I went to McD for lunch after school, we spotted an unfinished poster with a cut-off sentence and ripped it off. Then after McD we went back to school and pasted our posters everywhere. On the hall pillars, outside all offices, P5 and 2 territory, canteen.... we were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I agreed to go to Leng's house earlier but Cheng wanted to come to  MY house.  Cheng's ma is way more strict then Leng's and rarely  lets  Cheng do stuff like this so I gave up going to Leng's in the last minute so Cheng can come to mine but Leng walked off angrily. To  Leng: I'm really sorry.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway we mapled for a while (after forcing my brother off the comp, that boy) and we mingled with our blogs and whatever. We had fun but while coming to my house there was a ridiculously heavy rain (die you weather) and Cheng and I practically got soaked to the skin, literally. And we had to squeeze dry our socks. (ewww...)  So after that she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mum came home announcing that she is now officially a PERMANENT staff in the company. YAY bonus! How wonderful. We have $300 more leisure money. (as in fun fair coupon money etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So now while my mother is nagging at me for poor coffee making skills I feel really excited about tomorrow and the whole entrepreneurship thing, which reminds me, visit http://6helenstall.blogspot.com, our official stall site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116187022621692686?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116187022621692686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116187022621692686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116187022621692686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116187022621692686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/entrepreneurship.html' title='Entrepreneurship'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116178319426378401</id><published>2006-10-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:33:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrepreunership</title><content type='html'>The Entrepreneurship(spelling error?) thing is keeping the Advertising department extremely busy. We ran around for the whole day trying to put everything together. Frankly, I find our department the most productive group in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leng Khoong and Shahera came to my house to finish all the designs. My older brother was mapling once we got to my house and we had to beg for him to let go. We got fed up and drank the canned clam chowder soup (I recommend. $2.70 at NTUC) and went to McD to eat. When we got back, he was still playing. After much persuading, he let go. 0_0" Then throughout the whole day he treat us like crap because he cannot play maple.&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt;, why u n ur &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; frens &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; doing work, I can hear sound.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;Pls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;, Gor, we're doing &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: I &lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt; blieve.&lt;br /&gt;Me: THIS IS &lt;strong&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;/strong&gt;! MAPLE IS &lt;em&gt;PLAYING&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: (Turns out the lights in the room and turns off the fan and slams the door.)&lt;br /&gt;US: OI STOP IT LAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: (Opens door) WATCHING TV WAT! DUN WAN SO NOISY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the project thingo, Leng and Sha mamas want them to learn photoshop from me. (????!!!) So we edited celebrities and such. Check out PARIS! The boobs are censored because we overdid her. :)&lt;a href="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/6392/paristhingotj2.gif"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: OI! I WANT TO PLAY LIAO LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLS&lt;/strong&gt; LAH&lt;/em&gt;. LENG &lt;strong&gt;MA&lt;/strong&gt; ASK ME TO DO 1 LEH! U DUN BLIEVE &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;ASK HER MA LAH! (Holds up Leng's handphone)&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: Whatever&lt;strong&gt;. Get the tinket&lt;/strong&gt;/dinket/tenket/denket/wth. (It's the food delivered to our door)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;LATER&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLS LAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; AT HOME OSO LEH!&lt;br /&gt;Gorr: Pa say ask u to take it in. (shows me an sms frm pa to gorr on his phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my rents come home from work. I complain and they scold ME!!! They say that they come home not to scold us but to rest from work so my fault lah! They just don't want me to disturb them and they don't care &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL. &lt;/strong&gt;They care only for themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much after that I guess. I LOVE GODZILLA!!! 0_0" GTG. TELL U MORE 2MORO. PA chasing me to stop blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116178319426378401?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116178319426378401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116178319426378401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116178319426378401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116178319426378401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/entrepreunership.html' title='Entrepreunership'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116158830498011075</id><published>2006-10-23T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:03:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEOPRINTS</title><content type='html'>Here are the neoprints Zhong Jia, Cheng Yee and I took on our last day with Zhong Jia.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/1343/neoprintyb6.gif"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while walking to school I found a lizard on the road near a drain. It's head was crushed with visible flesh and the body flattened. This probably happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizard: Eh? I hungry liao, go find roachies to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach lao ba: AHH!!! LIZARD!&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach di di: OI! WHY YOU DISTURB LAO BA! (Flys up to attack lizard but accidentally smashed onto a window of a truck that was passing by.)&lt;br /&gt;Truck driver uncle: WAH LAO! AHH!!! GOT COCKROAH! (Panics and ran over the lizard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a pic (how sadistic of me, tsk...) but the stupid phone have blue tooth problem so I can't blog it. Oh and I found out that the Billabong wallet Leng Khoong gave me was actually meant for herself but she didn't want it anymore and gave it to me. Rather pissed by that, but hey, I GOT A NEW WALLET! But I don't like the Billabong logo all over the wallet, so show-off-y. If it were nice patterns it would look nicer. Put the logo on the label lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the hall during a boring assembly concerning the same topic as last year, me and Shahera tried doing what Wendy Cheng (Xia Xue) did to a dollar note and itwas fun. We discovered lots of stuff about the dollar notes. (old version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. There are pics of little mangoes or lemons in the '5' in a 5 dollar note.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Also in the '5' there are words reading 'ASMA' or 'MAASM' or 'SMAA'.&lt;br /&gt;#3. The line above 'SINGAPURA........SINGAPORE' is actually lots of words in an order. They're super tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the wallet with all the show-off-y 'Billabong's. Oh man. Something wrong with the scanner. Aiyah. Gtg lah, my brother is chasing me to leave the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116158830498011075?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116158830498011075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116158830498011075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116158830498011075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116158830498011075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/neoprints.html' title='NEOPRINTS'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116150546875861351</id><published>2006-10-22T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:57:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I went to Eunice's blog (&lt;a href="http://-sweetvengeance.blogspot.com"&gt;http://-sweetvengeance.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) and found out that she wanted me to take some quiz so I took it (it's ridiculously tedious and vice versa),  my answers below. And the proof of my top rated reign! MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Single/Taken or crushing: All of the above.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Are you happy with your life now: Err...no, not really I guess.Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When you meet the right person, will you fall for him/her fast: No, duh, I have to know his name right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you had your heart broken: I rather not mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you believe there are circumstances where cheating love is acceptable: Yes. For example, you start to dislike your bf, and he dislikes you too, and only stays with you to please his mother, sowhen his mother is not looking, you can go ahead with someone else, because he only cares about what his mother thinks,and she's not looking, and he doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Would you take someone back if he/she cheats on you: If he stops cheating and swears never to ever again, not that I ever dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you talk to another person about marriage before: If by talk you mean, "Let's get married, honey.", then no. By the means or points or laws of marriage, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you want children: Not now you idiot. I'll talk about it when I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.How many: Oh come on give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Would you consider adoption: When I'm 30!!! For charity like Angelina Jolie I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.If someone likes you right now, what do you think about him/her letting you know about&lt;br /&gt;his/her feelings: That would feel extremly weird but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you enjoy getting into relationships: *ahem* I am twelve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Be honest. What did you and your ex did: I don't have an ex!!! GIVE ME A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you believe in love at first sight: Yes. But it seldom happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you romantic: HAH!!! HAHAHA!!! THAT IS A GOOD ONE! What? You're not joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you believe you can change someone: Yes, I already did. Ask Shahera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you could marry somewhere, where would it be: Rome or Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you easily give in when you are fighting: Whenever I fight with someone, it's always a misunderstanding, so noone has to give in, I only have to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you have feelings for someone right now: I rather not answer. I don't see where this quiz is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Have you ever wish you could have someone but you messed it up: No. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Have you broken a heart: LOOK AT QUESTION 4!!! Why the **** do you repeat questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.One day if your best friend falls in love with the one that you are deeply in love with, what would you do: We try to clone him, and if that fails, we just crush on him forever and not take any action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, solid proof(kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/3388/yayayyayayayep8.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116150546875861351?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116150546875861351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116150546875861351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116150546875861351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116150546875861351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116150310013725295</id><published>2006-10-22T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:49:36.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 October</title><content type='html'>Today I'm in an &lt;strong&gt;unreasonably solemn mood&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; unlike me, but once you've seen what I've been through today I'll &lt;strong&gt;bet&lt;/strong&gt; you'll be upset too, so &lt;em&gt;viewer's discretion of the below information is advisable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of my younger brother&lt;/strong&gt; who apparently &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;care &lt;/em&gt;about his future or people laughing at him, from tomorrow onwards, &lt;strong&gt;even though I am through my PSLE&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't touch any items that can &lt;em&gt;bring about fun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;except&lt;/strong&gt; if it involves helpful activities to help my brother study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of the alignment of the stars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone but me&lt;/em&gt; woke up with a bad mood, putting me in an &lt;em&gt;uncomfortable situation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of my older brother&lt;/strong&gt; who did&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; wash the utensils he used for cooking, I am affected as dirty utensils, a bad mood and my mother don't mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of personal matters&lt;/strong&gt; which concerns apologising, trust and vomit (it's &lt;em&gt;extremely complicated&lt;/em&gt;, in fact to the &lt;strong&gt;highest level possible&lt;/strong&gt;) I am once again put in an &lt;em&gt;unbelieveably uncomfortable and vice versa&lt;/em&gt; position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;bright &lt;/strong&gt;side, my blogskin design &lt;strong&gt;rose to position number 3&lt;/strong&gt; on the top 15 rated list, after jumping from a volatile 5 to an unstable 4 for 3 consecutive weeks. Yes, now you feel my &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;, but I &lt;strong&gt;strongly&lt;/strong&gt; suggest you don't &lt;em&gt;bang your head&lt;/em&gt; onto the wall until the blood starts to clot or waste money &lt;em&gt;renting sappy sad love korean dramas&lt;/em&gt; to drown your sorrows as I know ultimately, I will have to pay for your rental and medical bills for your &lt;strong&gt;extreme&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;disappointment&lt;/em&gt; in camera angles and blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116150310013725295?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116150310013725295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116150310013725295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116150310013725295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116150310013725295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/22-october.html' title='22 October'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116141032653874255</id><published>2006-10-21T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:35:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologising</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up with an unreasonable sense of regret, remorse, guilt and anger before? So maybe you didn't, but today was one of those days for me. Apparently my last two posts offended a few people, at least I know people read my blog. Anyway, I want to get this over with and off my chest. (I carefully planned what I'm going to post now last night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eunice, I'd like to say that I was a little pissed off by you but you are not the main person I'm angry at. In fact there are 2 main people. The first one is an airhead celebrity named Paris and the second one knows what she did and doesn't have the bloody courage to own up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lorraine, I did not criticise you in anyway and even if I did I did not have any means to upset you in the most unpleasant ways. I blamed the haze for your sickness, I blame the sickness for your vomitting, so basically the whole thing is the haze's fault. And I did not state what weight issues you have whatsoever and even if I did, most people will envy you and your weight. And the comment about my painting looking like what came out of you meant that my painting was absolute crap (and it really is). But if I upsetted you in any way possible I'd like to apologise for my previous posts. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope that you will read something twice before you react about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours really really sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Natalie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116141032653874255?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116141032653874255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116141032653874255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116141032653874255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116141032653874255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/apologising.html' title='apologising'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116133493760437378</id><published>2006-10-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:02:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS I DISLIKE</title><content type='html'>The kind of girls I extremely dislike.&lt;br /&gt;#1.Rich girls who know they're rich and boast about it.&lt;br /&gt;#2.&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; rich girls who know they are&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; rich and boast about their fake richness.&lt;br /&gt;#3.People with &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;common sense. e.g.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hello? Natalie arh, tomorrow I bringing very little things to school, should I bring a &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt; bag?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 0_0"&lt;br /&gt;#4.People who when writing things also must act cool. e.g.&lt;br /&gt;U r cewlnez! U ROX MY SOXIEZZZ!  U r HAWTNEZZ 2zz! (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)(FYI cool ppl don't have to &lt;strong&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt; cool)&lt;br /&gt;#5.People who scream or shout or laugh just to attract boys' attention.&lt;br /&gt;#6.People who criticise other's doings even when they're not can never do better.&lt;br /&gt;#7.People who act like I am not worthy enough to speak to them, like:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am getting new shoes soon!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: And you are telling me this, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;#8.People who&lt;em&gt; act innocent and pitiable&lt;/em&gt; in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;#9.People who think they can do everything right. Yeah, like Art is making &lt;em&gt;neat, perfectly straight lines&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;colours in perfect sequence&lt;/em&gt;. Art is about expressing &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; impressing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116133493760437378?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116133493760437378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116133493760437378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116133493760437378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116133493760437378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-i-dislike.html' title='GIRLS I DISLIKE'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116133378207784183</id><published>2006-10-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:10:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRS WANG</title><content type='html'>Enough about my TableComposition crap. Let's read on about my tedious and unintentionally funny life. Today Mrs Beatrice Wang AKA our ex-principal died. I know boo-hoo and all that but I seriously don't remember anything about her except the song she sang on Children's Day for us which I have to say was extremely childidh even for a then 8-year-old me. I can't blame her I guess. Seeing everybody being all upset I guess she must have been a wonderful person. Bahh..I never got to talk to her. Today's assembly was horrible. These are the stinking factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I am upset about her death but please, don't make us stay in the hall for so long for her memorial thingy. Our legs are numb, and besides, we can use the time for doing something more meaningful like creating little cards for Mrs Wang.&lt;br /&gt;#2. I had to sit through the damn haze and I kept coughing.&lt;br /&gt;#3. BECAUSE of the damn haze Lorraine got sick and vomitted all over the floor and in case you mentally challenged simple minded fools don't know, yes, gastric fluids smell A LOT. (Apparently Lorraine's smelt a bit like lemonade and was transparent with nothing in it, like water.) Anyway this experiment showed that Lorraine's current weight issues are due to starving herself for some unknown purpose. Strangely, what came out of Lorraine looks like what I painted earlier for a childish art competiton regarding exercising for a healthy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I was upset about the art competition. &lt;em&gt;WHY&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;It's NOT even&lt;em&gt; ART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! They want some kiddy cartoon with poster words with &lt;strong&gt;disgustingly bright colours&lt;/strong&gt;. The stupid society underestimates talented 12-year-olds such us myself, expecting &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;paint&lt;/em&gt; extremely tedious posters to promote exercising!!! Art has meaning and expresses hidden feelings! You horrible non-artist art competition organisers! Get some tutoring done! Anyway I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to paint something because it's after-PSLE-homework designed to keep us occupied. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;-O&lt;/em&gt;? So I handed it in today. I know I screwed up....I'll post a picture if I can later of my sketch to proof to the ignorant adults that 12-year-olds are capable of Higher Art and appreciating what an art piece tries to express! I knew loooong ago that Mona Lisa was pregnant but noone listens!!! Yah, I'm 12, so??? You just can't accept the fact that most children of the modern society are better educated then you adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I talking about earlier? Oh yes, the hall. Well, after the 1.5 hr assembly in the hall our teacher led our class into our classroom and told us to write little messages on blue paper palm-sized hearts. (Finally someone listens to my idea, but too late!!) Then we went back to the hall to listen to Ms Jamie Lo's instructions on how to build a business empire. Okay, sounds like fun, but what the hell are we supposed to sell? I just know that I will be helping out in the Arts, but I want to try something new. Every single time, noone listens to my art directions and when we screw up, yeah, my fault. When our teacher led us back to class, he told us to start brainstorming on what to sell. After 3s of discussion, we all couldn't resist and ended up playing card games and I started sketching a native american girl with nature in my sketch book that my 8th aunt wants back for her art directing thingy. (The above mentioned sketch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our math period was over and some other girls from class and I went to the art room to help Mrs Loh in some memorial booklet card thingy for Mrs Wang. Noone wanted my help so I sat there like the good girl I am. Then I started feeling guilty and decided to help tape 10 pieces of paper on my own &lt;strong&gt;without &lt;/strong&gt;help at another table. BAH! Then I taped little paper heart messages that the whole school did onto the two booklet thingies. The tape was so strong that my sensitive pimply skin is now red and inflamed because someone kept taping hearts on me. DAMN I AM NOT THE BOOKLET! What we said to each other below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some1: Sacrifices must be made mah! *giggles* (for no particular reason)&lt;br /&gt;Me: But the booklet is just right beside us on the table! (REALLY!)&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: Yah lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling hungry 5 minutes into helping (at least we skipped chinese class) and when we finally finished, thank GOD!!! I helped myself to TOM YAM noodles which were &lt;strong&gt;generously &lt;/strong&gt;sprinkled with MSG in 7/11 and a slurpee. Then on my way home I met my older brother who was also on his way home and went home together with him. (The lift's metal plank &lt;strong&gt;fell out&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;we could see the opposite elevator shaft from the hole&lt;/strong&gt;!) I switched on this&lt;em&gt; laggy&lt;/em&gt; labtop (my brother snatched the &lt;strong&gt;heavenly&lt;/strong&gt; computer away from me) &lt;em&gt;thinking I could maple&lt;/em&gt;. Then the &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; programme &lt;em&gt;got problem&lt;/em&gt; and I ended up blogging about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OYAH&lt;/strong&gt;!! Leng Khoong bought me a *&lt;em&gt;gasp&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;BILLABONG WALLET&lt;/strong&gt;! YAY!!! It's black and white and plain (but still billabong, I guess Leng Khoong didn't know what colour to buy for me) so I am going to decorate it later. I&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; love it because it's of the right thickness and soft. Studs will look nice on it. BYE BYE!! gtg lah I have to heat up our dinner. (and I swear I saw something &lt;strong&gt;move&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;em&gt;yellow&lt;/em&gt; sauce &lt;strong&gt;just now&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116133378207784183?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116133378207784183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116133378207784183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116133378207784183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116133378207784183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/mrs-wang.html' title='MRS WANG'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116132913344709400</id><published>2006-10-20T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:03:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Noob Girl VS Super Lag World</title><content type='html'>#1. This is an original bonezrenewed production so don't copy you stinking f-ers!&lt;br /&gt;#2.Characters may be based on actual people in my life, but you don't have enough money to sue me anyway.MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;#3.FYI Tequila Channel 1 HenChicken Hunting ground is the most crowded best detailed place in TableComposition, a perfect place for insensible computers to lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, okay fine, 2 days ago, a gullible 12 year old girl named "Girl" heard of a wonderful new game called "TableComposition". (Obviously based on the game we all know as MapleStory)She created a character in &lt;s&gt;Aquila&lt;/s&gt; Tequila World, named "Girl2" as most of the people she knows play in Tequila channel 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started training her character. She gave up after Girl2 hit a green snail once and decided to plead people for money to go to &lt;s&gt;Victoria&lt;/s&gt; Alexandria Land. No one gave her enough &lt;s&gt;mesos&lt;/s&gt; menos but because her 30 year old computer was so old with a graphic card problem, she magically teleported to Alexandria Land. She then realised that because of this same problem and the high detailing in TableComposition, every pixel takes 5 mins to load. After waiting for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time, the screen finally loaded. She was extremely happy, but involunteerily, her character blinked and she had to wait for another 300 minutes as her character's eyes take up 60 pixels. After this tedious routine repeated 50000000000000000 times, and Girl was 3000000 years old, thanks to time and chicken essence, her character made it to HenChicken Hunting Ground 1. She was delighted and began training her character by attacking the blue snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her character was level 0 then and she was hence no match for the snail. Her character then died a horrible death and the screen began to load 1024x768 pixels again. Girl gave up and went to the fridge to get something to eat, only to find out all the food had rotten, her family died and she did not pay for the electricity bill for 2999988 years as a result of her father's lousiness in computer taste. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116132913344709400?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116132913344709400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116132913344709400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116132913344709400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116132913344709400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-noob-girl-vs-super-lag-world.html' title='Stupid Noob Girl VS Super Lag World'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116122519352959975</id><published>2006-10-19T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:33:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY ME!!</title><content type='html'>Let me quote something from London Tipton of the Suite Life of Zack and Cody: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YAY ME!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(look below to understand why I yay-ed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/8935/bbnewyaya2np9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;Y - a verbal gesture used to express joy or happiness, or cheering another on. In this case myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116122519352959975?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116122519352959975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116122519352959975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116122519352959975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116122519352959975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-me.html' title='YAY ME!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116114512044141097</id><published>2006-10-18T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:22:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAGGING</title><content type='html'>BRAGGING TIME AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="256" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/9519/bbnewyayarg4.gif" width="188" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116114512044141097?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116114512044141097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116114512044141097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116114512044141097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116114512044141097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/bragging.html' title='BRAGGING'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116107955918579891</id><published>2006-10-17T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:05:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARIS</title><content type='html'>Paris Hilton is extremely hao lian. In my opinion all the fantastic art direction and song producers are wasted. We buy her CD because&lt;br /&gt;1. You are a man.&lt;br /&gt;2. The beat and tunes are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;(How does Paris help? She doesn't matter. She's just f-ing rich enuff to hire all the gd music ppl thingies to cover or edit her crow voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you my proof. These are quotes from her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I lose my clothes, you like that don't cha" &lt;em&gt;turn it up &lt;/em&gt;(hinting that she's sexy)&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe cos' I'm hot to death and I'm so so so sexy!!!" &lt;em&gt;fighting over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do what she can do so much better....You know I’m right" &lt;em&gt;Nothing in this World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy" &lt;em&gt;Do ya think I'm sexy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LAH!! More proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.She actually made all her private jet ppl stop so she can use the toilet in a farm her jet was over!!! She made her bodyguards stop people from going in the toilet! It's not even her farm! she trespassed ppl's property.&lt;br /&gt;2.She influenced Nicole to be too skinny and unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;3.She f**ks with other's husbands!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR &lt;em&gt;poor old &lt;strong&gt;mistreated tinkerbelle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;a handbag!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116107955918579891?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116107955918579891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116107955918579891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116107955918579891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116107955918579891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/paris.html' title='PARIS'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116098765640535697</id><published>2006-10-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:34:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend zhong</title><content type='html'>A poem about her and our last time together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primary three,&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl,&lt;br /&gt;giggling with  glee,&lt;br /&gt;she lit up my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd times together,&lt;br /&gt;both good and bad,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of weather,&lt;br /&gt;her departure was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her names,&lt;br /&gt;when I was mad,&lt;br /&gt;they're forever moments&lt;br /&gt;that I'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day,&lt;br /&gt;sitting down for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;She had something to say,&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to New Zealand",&lt;br /&gt;"Oh is that so?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's good bye my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Monday morning,&lt;br /&gt;we went for her last ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;For this Monday's evening,&lt;br /&gt;she will be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Yee went too,&lt;br /&gt;she's a dear friend of our's,&lt;br /&gt;the time was like a second or two,&lt;br /&gt;but it was a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought me a drink,&lt;br /&gt;peach milk tea,&lt;br /&gt;it was filled to the brink.&lt;br /&gt;it was an hour to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a tight hug,&lt;br /&gt;for I had to go home,&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a sad shrug,&lt;br /&gt;and said goodbye in a sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I type this,&lt;br /&gt;my tears filling my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;"her I will miss"&lt;br /&gt;I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we had together,&lt;br /&gt;both good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;regardless of weather,&lt;br /&gt;I will remember no matter how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good bye Zhong Jia"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116098765640535697?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116098765640535697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116098765640535697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116098765640535697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116098765640535697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-friend-zhong.html' title='My friend zhong'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116089599445076926</id><published>2006-10-15T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:06:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parents</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my parents are so...ARGH!!! Ma locked their bedroom door to keep us away from the computer but lost the key. We end up getting scolded for nothing and had to stop playing to help them find the damn key. Then ma blame it on us for not letting her trust us. WHAT??? We didn't lock trhe door, you did!! So what, our fault NOW??? Okay, never mind, I tolerate.  After we found the key, our parents asked us children to clean up the mess they made while looking for the key. Then my ma ask me to replace her tissue box because the old one used up liao.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;URGGH!!! Then every weekend they have to go and ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;1.Ask us to do chores while they eat breakfast, watch TV (change the channel we were watching without asking) and read the news.&lt;br /&gt;2.Ask us to make milo for ourselves even though we don't feel like drinking any.&lt;br /&gt;3.Ask us to make coffee &lt;strong&gt;for them&lt;/strong&gt;. They say everything they ask us to do is&lt;em&gt; for our own good&lt;/em&gt;, but how does this help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we go out for shopping or wedding...etc.&lt;br /&gt;1.Ma will keep asking us to change our outfit only for her to decide on the &lt;strong&gt;very first outfit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.She keeps asking us for our opinion on her outfit and change it so many times, and end up with the &lt;strong&gt;very first one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3.She'll take her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own sweet time to apply make-up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.She'll get all cranky when we're late&lt;br /&gt;5.when we're in the elevator, she'll remember something she forgot to bring and make us wait for her downstairs while she gets it, only to find out she forgot her &lt;strong&gt;makeup pouch!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I can't find something, I get her help, she will complain on &lt;em&gt;how bad &lt;/em&gt;I am at finding things and end up the item is really at another location and she &lt;strong&gt;can't find it either&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then whenever my older bro and I quarrel with my younger brother, always our fault. Why? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE ARE OLDER AND SHOULD SET A GOOD EXAMPLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my younger brother, whenever I want to press a button in the lift, he rushes in front to quickly press it. When I am getting in the taxi, he hurriedly squeezes in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When I want to read a book, he snatches it from me before I take it out of the shelf. (&lt;em&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the books&lt;/em&gt;) When I pull out a chair to sit, he runs in front of me and sits on the seat. Whenever I get scolded, he will &lt;strong&gt;stick out his tongue at me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;URGGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116089599445076926?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116089599445076926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116089599445076926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116089599445076926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116089599445076926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/parents.html' title='parents'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116089207921244786</id><published>2006-10-15T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:01:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAZE</title><content type='html'>You indonesians, &lt;strong&gt;what is your problem&lt;/strong&gt;? Because of &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; people moon cake festival cannot see moon ah!! Very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ah? Make ground &lt;em&gt;fertile&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fertile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;your head arh&lt;/strong&gt;!! ANYHOW  burn things. Lots of primary 6 children cannot take PSLE because of you and you fire. At least pay Singapore compensation arh!!! Make until my ma have to buy air sterilizer and my cousin's romantic wedding all fogged up. People driving cannot see where they going!!!!!! It's &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; dangerous lor!!! Did you idiots know that people can get lost and go missing because of haze??? So foggy. Now my brother sick liao, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116089207921244786?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116089207921244786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116089207921244786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116089207921244786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116089207921244786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze.html' title='HAZE'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116073252410420527</id><published>2006-10-13T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:42:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DADDADADADAL</title><content type='html'>Today have one farewell party thing that was supposed to be a surprise (boys ruined everything)for ZHONGJIA who is btw migrating to NZEALAND. I got a cube of chocolate cake but didn't drink the soda. (boys...there for food) Held in 6J classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  O and I am in another art camp (DLSS) and competition and my blogskin rose to position 10 yesterday night and dropped back to 14 today. The art piece done halfway today. SUCKS BIG TIME.(the art piece lah) I hate this kind of competitions. The kind of kiddy 5-8 year old ones with cartoons and no meaning. But heck, I still have to take part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Witnessed an accident today. Ambulance, dented van, paramedics, curious people all there. The victim is a boy from our school. he was lying conscious, but in pain against a mail box with paramedics surrounding him. I upload pictures later. FRIDAY THE 13TH PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116073252410420527?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116073252410420527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116073252410420527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116073252410420527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116073252410420527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/daddadadadal.html' title='DADDADADADAL'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116064475453844752</id><published>2006-10-12T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:19:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheng Yee and I</title><content type='html'>Cheng Yee and ShaSha came to my house on Tuesday afternoon after I BECAME FREE! I gave them free tutorial lessons on blogskinning 101.&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Yee, YeQi and I went ice skating on Wednesday. Lol. I long time never ice-skate then I keep staying at the side of the rink.&lt;br /&gt;Today I made the top rated list in blogskins for my comeback design. currently 14th place.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/4753/yaybf8.gif"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you don't believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116064475453844752?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116064475453844752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116064475453844752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116064475453844752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116064475453844752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheng-yee-and-i.html' title='Cheng Yee and I'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-116047495186214963</id><published>2006-10-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:09:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>I AM FREE AT LAST!!! PSLE DAYS ARE OVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-116047495186214963?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/116047495186214963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=116047495186214963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116047495186214963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/116047495186214963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115977182520314657</id><published>2006-10-02T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:51:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDAY</title><content type='html'>Happy bday to me! Yah, yesterday. I went to church first. Then I go to italian restaurant. Get this, Bianca's name is a dish! It's some kinda bread stick. Everything tasted like cheese and spaghetti sauce or we can't pronounce the dish name. A model was shooting some handphone ad outside the restaurant. I got a sneek photo but it's not very clear. They a bit of thing also must adjust hair. I bet they use 3 cans of hairspray a day. I ate a lot and then we went to some art museum. There were artistic but disgusting (if you know what I mean) sculptures and expensive art pieces. (I can do that. But noooo....Noone buys my art)(worth $5000)&lt;br /&gt;Then we went window shopping. There was this shop that sold interesting stuff like bags that look like dogs, (Paris Hilton should get one and give away her chihuahua) and illusion stuff. There was this bowl with a cover that had a hole in it. The inside was mirrored and I can see a toy pig through the hole in the cover. When you stand at certain angles, looks like the pig is floating above the hole!!! I thought it was really floating and tried to touch it at first. There was liquid glass art and a sculpture of a sphinx. Whichever way you look at it, it turns it's head to look at YOU!!! A star sculpture which whichever way you look at it, it looks the same, from every angle! Felt like you nver moved at all. There were transparent clocks too. We can see the gears turning. Sadly the signboard of the shop was weird and twisty. I dunno the name of the shop. LOLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115977182520314657?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115977182520314657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115977182520314657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977182520314657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977182520314657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/bday.html' title='BDAY'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115977065647638821</id><published>2006-10-02T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:30:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHoots!!!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! Called Eunice!!!! We are back together again. (people reading this will be like HUH??? but yah, we are) WHEEEEEEEE!!!! I AM A FREE SOUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115977065647638821?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115977065647638821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115977065647638821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977065647638821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977065647638821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoots.html' title='WHoots!!!!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115977042944224353</id><published>2006-10-02T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:27:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>dear Eunice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I did not lie. I told you 20. I really told you 20. It's not my fault you can't hear properly. I really did sing in church. Sherry is not in the same session. She goes on Saturdays, I go on Sundays. I seriously seriously did not lie. And what secret. You never told me any secrets. And the Aa*****on thing was a set-up which prooved that you are not telling the truth. He was my best friend in P1 &amp; 2. (ask keegan vivek and amanda) I planned this because I couldn't believe what other's were saying about you, I had to see it for myself. They were right. And I can't spell out the plan for you as it may affect aa****'s friends. And I changed to be like YOU! Why? because before that, whatever I did was lame (in your opinion). So I act like you while with you. I am still the same old Natalie with Cheng Yee and the rest. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This was what I wanted to post. I used to feel this way. Shahera told me that you and me are like what JiaWei and her used to be. Looking at how good they are to each other now and how foolish we have been, I decided to apologise. I still think I'm right at certain points, but I was wrong too. I forgot what the fight was even about. People who are reading this, please help me guarantee that this will be the last time the Eunice and Natalie opposites clash. This may be too late, but better than never. Sorry I have to post this on my blog but it's the only way I can get you to talk to me. Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours super sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Same old Natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115977042944224353?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115977042944224353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115977042944224353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977042944224353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115977042944224353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115976898255366937</id><published>2006-10-02T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:08:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eunice.: and ya about him. if you think its fake up to you lor. since you are so what. i dont care what you think. cause you sell peoples secrets too. up to you lor. since you have yr boyfriend as yr backup i dont care. like he gave you a candybar. cause its a 2 for 1 sale. duh.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 22:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's explanation: What fake? I don't know what you are talking about. What secrets? And yah. He really did give me candy. Yah 2 for 1 sale and 'duh' is used to tell people the answer for one's question is obvious. what question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: and ya. you said all that cause you cant accept wht people say about you. you still think you are fab bt youre nt.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 22:03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's explanation: ppl never said anything about me. even if they did I dun care. I dun think I'm fab. I don't. And besides this is between you and me. Why drag people in? I am angry at YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: i wont think of you. i wonteven think of the gay shit song you made. you suck and i. hate you. like effing hell.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's explanation: Oh really. You won't think of me? Then what are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Gay means you are not 'straight'. How can a song have sexual probs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: EVERYONE. NAT THINKS SHES PERFECT FOR BEING YOUR FRIEND. go ahead. i hate you. i hate you so so much. you cant even keep a secret i enntrusted to you. you dont like me taking yr stuff frm you. bt you take mine. you are unfair. a certain swank who i will hate forever. go keep yr stupid msg you wrote for me to yrself.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's exp: I didn't say I think I'm perfect. Seriously, what secret? Okay,let's make what you said true. I am going to tell all your secrets for real. And if you say I'm not being a good friend because of this, I'm not your friend right now. And I take your stuff because you are okay with it. If you're not, why didn't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: i dont like you at all. i dont need you as a friend you suck big time. you are nt perfect. you dont sing well. you do draw well. you are nt popular. and most of all. you are nt a gd friend to put trusts to. cause if i cant trust you. what makes you think others will trust you? ok. i dont givadamn. fine. tell worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natale's exp: I never said I was perfect. The purpose of posting the post is so you realize you are not better than me and everyone is equal. Other's trust me because they know that I only treat people like you like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: ohya. nt everyone is as rich as you cn? and ya. i said. no mt class. just forget it la. why even rmbr it? you get angry just because i said there was when you saw 5/6 of the class leaving for mt classes? i actually dont hate you. BT NOW I DO. I DESPISE YOU FOR BEING SO STUCKUP. ill settle this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's exp: Who the hell said I'm rich? I am angry not becaue you are wrong. I am angry because even when you are obviously wrong, you don't have the strength to admit it. 1. No MT class. 2.You say have MT class. 3.I say no MT class. 4.You are wrong! A moron can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: PLS READ YR POSTS FROM A VIEW AS ANOTHER PERSON. you are already bossing. and if you dont believe i got it frm taiwan. go ahead. you knw what? hundreds or even millions of it are made arnd the world. and they are being sent to different parts of the world. ohya. why i gt it at taiwan. why? price is cheaper. duh.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie exp: Bossing means telling people to do things for you which don't benefit them, even i they don't want to. What did I tell you to do? And yah. I really dun believe you. I'm calling your mother and I'll go to bugis to check with the store if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: i dont even understand why i even regard you as a friend. i trusted you once so much and yet you cant even hold the ropes tightly.you chose to let go by changing yr personality which was pure goodness at first. i thought you were one of my besties bt you werent. considering the fact that you think too highly of urself.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's exp: I agree that I've changed. But you know why? I am sick and tired of being pushed around by everyone and I've changed so I can have my own say and opinion in something I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: dnt even need to beat arnd the bush. &amp;youre pretty. ya. cause you knw what? everyone is. bt due to yr effing theories. im nt. cause by saying that. youre trying to say im nt a child of god. fine. you are the prettiest. evryone LIKES you. ya. everyone! i dont care if you sing. cause you knw why? you are a BIG BIG LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's exp: I didn't say I'm pretty. I just stated that beauty depends on other people's point of view. And everyone's a child of God. I will never ever say something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: hv perfect voices bt you dont. about art. yeah. claim credit. you taught me that. youw on 20 art competitions? kiss my foot. i dnt care. and i dont even bother decorating the class; cause you werent incharge you bossahole.ITS THE TEACHER WHOS IN CHARGE. i just asked to help. thats all! dont want help just say la.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie exp: Once again, I don't think I'm perfect. Quit using fictional stuff against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: LOOK AT THE F'ING WAY YOU BLOG! you are trying to tell people you sing better just you were fucking trained by oh so professionals! i dont care! i didnt even think i was pretty. cause i knw im so not. you think you are. why? cause you are a swank. and thats what swanks think. swanks think they are top. prettiest.&lt;br /&gt;1 October 2006, 11:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie exp: If you hate my blog so much why do you bother to read it? And I've heard from so many people who are my real friends that you think you are prettier than me. I don't think I AM TOP!!! Pls, how many times must I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice.: HELLO? i didnt say i was better at art.i said you drew best in class. singing. you go arnd singing like youre the best. i dont know how to sing swank. i didnt say i was popular. cause popular ones are like sherry and dell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's exp: I dun go around singing like I am the best. You asked me to sing. JX asked me to sing! People like asking me to sing! And I have 20 people as witnesses. You told them that you are better than me in art, singing, looks and you're popular! What proof do you have? I have LeTian on my side, Lorr, Lyn, Shahera, Cheng.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115976898255366937?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115976898255366937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115976898255366937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115976898255366937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115976898255366937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/10/eunice.html' title=''/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115959467277196607</id><published>2006-09-30T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:37:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eunice</title><content type='html'>Eunice, I know you're angry at me. But why? I should be the angry one. I know where your bag is from. I have 7 people as witnesses. They saw it with their own eyes. Even before I told them, they saw it. You lie. I know. About almost everything. Your blogskins, your imaging, even about J****E and your bag from 'taiwan' aka 'bugis'. You said i'm bossy, but bossy means a person who asks you to do everything. I didn't ask you to do anything. Everything you ever did for me, is your offer. And I think I'm right. That's because I really am. I said there's no mother tongue class. And there really was no mother tongue class. So yeah, I think I at least have the right to think I'm right. You think you are better than me. Okay. Let's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You think you are better at art.&lt;br /&gt;a)I won over 20 art competitions.You?&lt;br /&gt;b)If you're so good, why weren't you selected for any art competitions/projects? Hmm? But me?&lt;br /&gt;c)Who was in charge of the class decorations. Who made you assistant? Me.&lt;br /&gt;d)Who taught you to draw all that stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.You think you sing better.&lt;br /&gt;a)I am one of the leads in the church choir every year for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;b)My uncle is a talent judge. I am trained by professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You are more pretty.&lt;br /&gt;a)Outer beauty is less important than inner beauty, and is judged based on everyone's personal opinion. e.g. I like thin lips, you like thick lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You're more popular.&lt;br /&gt;a) count only REAL friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I have to be so harsh,I'm sorry you hate me because of non-existent reasons. But most of all, I'm sorry I ever trusted you with my secrets and thought of you as a friend I can count on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115959467277196607?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115959467277196607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115959467277196607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115959467277196607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115959467277196607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/09/eunice.html' title='eunice'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115945022846292032</id><published>2006-09-28T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:30:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanessa</title><content type='html'>yah, vanessa too goondos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8teP71Dbm5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8teP71Dbm5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115945022846292032?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115945022846292032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115945022846292032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115945022846292032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115945022846292032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/09/vanessa.html' title='vanessa'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10720578.post-115944669215331705</id><published>2006-09-28T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:53:34.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASHLEY!!</title><content type='html'>die u outdated ppl hu dunno HSM's Ashley is creating an album, and most importantly remaking KISS THE GIRL. Yap, the lil mermaid song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MucdZt44iiU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MucdZt44iiU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="212" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The sytez is reconstructed!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10720578-115944669215331705?l=bonezstreet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/feeds/115944669215331705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10720578&amp;postID=115944669215331705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115944669215331705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10720578/posts/default/115944669215331705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonezstreet.blogspot.com/2006/09/ashley.html' title='ASHLEY!!'/><author><name>natalie tan</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
