<?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-7790835298090376159</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:35:47.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPASTIC BOOB</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-6163156108893676368</id><published>2009-02-01T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:40:27.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DEAR FRIENDS AND FAMILY, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JUICY COUTURE&lt;/span&gt; HAS OPENED! &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Going to go with darling LI EN ! we will make our pilgrimage soon. LiEn, you'd better not visit your stage shop for a week, and save up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; broke-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. shit. my backside is itchy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burning Question of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  how do you get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mozzzzzies&lt;/span&gt; chewing on your ass? unless you lie around naked. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt; i went to this mega baking stuff place today! and bought cool sequins and stars for cupcakes! i bought red, blue, and white stars. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;  make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please tell me the ans to the question - i'm dying to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-6163156108893676368?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6163156108893676368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=6163156108893676368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6163156108893676368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6163156108893676368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-friends-and-family-juicy-couture.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-288456407750997035</id><published>2009-01-15T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:29:51.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rX3HommI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P8jiWS1MkZk/s1600-h/PC110174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291495776116578914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rX3HommI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P8jiWS1MkZk/s200/PC110174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do Not Be fooled- snow sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXvziNiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1v-0tjaIngo/s1600-h/PC110172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291495774153225762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXvziNiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1v-0tjaIngo/s200/PC110172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXV-piFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jtmml8yXpcU/s1600-h/PC090101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291495767220521042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXV-piFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jtmml8yXpcU/s200/PC090101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our POKEMON PLANE! Bob will be excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXIGSAfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VUnRypMNQ_s/s1600-h/PC100126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291495763494437362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rXIGSAfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VUnRypMNQ_s/s200/PC100126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rW8k6UhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zEoX6UIomgo/s1600-h/PC090100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291495760401682962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rW8k6UhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zEoX6UIomgo/s200/PC090100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pokemon Plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8ponKMPeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rBXnheIeZzc/s1600-h/PC070042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291493864866856418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8ponKMPeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rBXnheIeZzc/s200/PC070042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fake. [ me &amp;amp; Ian trying to fake it ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8pO6ngAII/AAAAAAAAAFw/uBJmSuymfCQ/s1600-h/PC070041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291493423413461122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8pO6ngAII/AAAAAAAAAFw/uBJmSuymfCQ/s200/PC070041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Real. Don't ask about stupid Irwyn's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8n4Y4xuBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FKNWQkG8ylU/s1600-h/CIMG2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291491936890370066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8n4Y4xuBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FKNWQkG8ylU/s200/CIMG2162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8ncQ1DIrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dJ8A-Wu4Mcc/s1600-h/CIMG2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291491453690913458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8ncQ1DIrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dJ8A-Wu4Mcc/s200/CIMG2149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Women, the almost women, and the barely a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8m2PbCyHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7bF-rxy-0tM/s1600-h/CIMG2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291490800478374002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8m2PbCyHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7bF-rxy-0tM/s200/CIMG2134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail. Bitchy Divas Rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8mHYBC3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pxNJhKZjwJ4/s1600-h/CIMG2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291489995331394674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8mHYBC3HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pxNJhKZjwJ4/s200/CIMG2123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kirsten, lost without James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-288456407750997035?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/288456407750997035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=288456407750997035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/288456407750997035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/288456407750997035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2009/01/kirsten.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SW8rX3HommI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P8jiWS1MkZk/s72-c/PC110174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-4986696267027739656</id><published>2009-01-15T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:57:05.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My God - Andrea is finally posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil and I made this GREAT, SPECTACULAR semi - collage at the back of the class. Bushie is the first new addition to our Family :). It's basically George + Madonna = Bushie! we are doing the shitty , really difficult project for PW. But we get to work with Maeghan &amp;amp; Li En 's group! We're doing Labrador Park. Picnics every week! I'm bringing cookies, Jo is chips and dips, Gil is Madeline Cupcakes, Rach is Watermelon juice/wedges or something to do with watermelon, and Christabel is Lemonade! and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rich! i just had my birthday and therefore have just collected my loot of angbaos :) Anyone up for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Li En!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm still conscientiously saving money for Juicy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira met Ethan &amp;amp; Joel today. Ethan, you are a horny freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-4986696267027739656?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4986696267027739656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=4986696267027739656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4986696267027739656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4986696267027739656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-god-andrea-is-finally-posting-gil.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-7685740899443161619</id><published>2008-12-29T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:09:55.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to post my Tokyo &amp;amp; Hokkaido pics, but too lazy and can't anyway, I'm at my Grandparents place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping yesterday, while the boys were at Fencing. My Dad bought a pair of Jeans (!!!!!). I suspect he is having mid life crisis. He hasn't worn a pair for almost a decade, and he suddenly bought a pair of jeans. Oh God. Soon he'll be dying his hair blue, or fixing it into a mohawk or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of Jeans. They're lovely. On discount. It was $300 at first, but i got it at half price! My dad'a deal was even better, &amp;amp; 500 at first , but only $150. I'm so going to drag YT there when school reopens to revamp her dire wardrobe. i heart designer jeans. I've x-ed off Morphine Generation,Citizens of Humanity, Acne Jeans, Armani, Cheap Mondays, rich&amp;amp;skinny. I'm going to conquer True Religion, Young, Fabulous&amp;amp; Broke next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-7685740899443161619?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7685740899443161619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=7685740899443161619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7685740899443161619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7685740899443161619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanted-to-post-my-tokyo-pics-but-too.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5792821861251766916</id><published>2008-12-16T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:22:40.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back from Hokkaido! After gruelling 18 hours of commute. Oh My God. We woke up at 5.45 am, and never stopped travelling until 1.30 am. bus -train -train -bus -aeroplane -bus -aeroplane -car. Whoosh. Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the journey, 3 year old Kirsten getting a crush on James, who is like a 5 year old from Australia. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, bringing Kirsten to the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya, this really cute Japanese American girl from New York. A little bit Sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James's elder brother, bringing James to his room. about 17?, 18?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister : [ running to lift with Kirsten] Hold the Lift Please!&lt;br /&gt;                    [ Enters Lift] Look, it's James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: Hi James! Hi James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Hello. [ playing with ice cream cone] I'm Going up to my room now. Level five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: [ giggle, giggle] &lt;em&gt;level five..... &lt;/em&gt;[ giggle, giggle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James's Brother: [Looks very amused]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister: [ Whispers to Kirsten] Say Something! Say You're going to level six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ lift lands on level 5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: All Right, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: Bye James! Bye James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ lift lands on level 6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ along corridor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Maya comes out of her room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten: Hi Maya! &lt;em&gt;I talked to James just now!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: [ processing the information]&lt;br /&gt;            [ nods slowly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten : Bye Maya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: [ waves slowly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she sounds dumb, buts she's really cute, big brown eyes and curly brown hair. she looks like a doll. one of those fake russian ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5792821861251766916?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5792821861251766916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5792821861251766916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5792821861251766916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5792821861251766916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-back-from-hokkaido-after.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-8479341059840645472</id><published>2008-12-02T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:51:00.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha ha. I've been reading these days, and found out that there are " shagging rabbits " in the lift lobbies of Toa Payoh HDB flats. Oh My God. will anyone that lives in Toa Payoh come and clarify this for me? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just started a blog, and i also found out that there are many wierdos on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: [ on blog post 2 seconds earlier] ...... I got Fabregas Match Attax Hundred Club!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierdo: [ on his tagboard] Wah! You really got ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierdo: Buy from you for $ 150. You Want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wierdo: meet me at Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: What the hell?! [ deleted and banned the wierdo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is probably egoistic enough to think he is so sexy that a man would want to rape him at Tampines Mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-8479341059840645472?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8479341059840645472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=8479341059840645472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8479341059840645472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8479341059840645472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-408265762375845922</id><published>2008-12-02T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:43:22.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm falling ill, right before i leave for Hokkaido to &lt;em&gt;ski&lt;/em&gt;.My new boyfriend is Kleenex. Ergh. I hate skiing. i get big ugly bruises on my shins, but at least i have an understanding father. we will just go there and " enjoy snow, smoke and drink whisky". WooHoo! Drinking whisky sounds waaay better than &lt;em&gt;skiing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-408265762375845922?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/408265762375845922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=408265762375845922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/408265762375845922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/408265762375845922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-falling-ill-right-before-i-leave-for.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-1153393026027759225</id><published>2008-11-24T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:27:55.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I AM IN 2O! But thank god with Jo &amp; Gillian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents just came back from HK yesterday, and bought us pressies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Loot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SUPER cute Hello Kitty Lip Balm from h &amp; m [ i'm dying for h &amp; m to come to s'pore!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A JUICY COUTURE TRACKSUIT!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! It's like US$ 500 i think! I so ♥ JUICY COUTURE! The only thing that eww's me about it s that i think Lindsay Lohan has the same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beeeyoootiful h &amp; m hairclips! They 're all sparkly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. A ManU calendar- it was for my bro but i can still stare at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A really cool Polar bear gangster tee. It's sparkly too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. many, many CD's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kung Fu Panda special edition! Po is so cute! to be shared, nevertheless, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ..... i can't remember all the small obescure ones, but the only thing in my mind is the JUICY TRACKSUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ JUICY COUTURE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-1153393026027759225?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1153393026027759225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=1153393026027759225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/1153393026027759225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/1153393026027759225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-i-am-in-2o-but-thank-god-with-jo.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-2451494723523266263</id><published>2008-11-23T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:06:36.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The verdict is here- My parents will have zip chance of retiring young and rich, thanks to the $ 20,000-a-year Ian Lok. Mr International School. oh well, the upside is that he will have hot angmoh friends. that he will bring home to do projects with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-2451494723523266263?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2451494723523266263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=2451494723523266263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/2451494723523266263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/2451494723523266263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/verdict-is-here-my-parents-will-have.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5066784784897927577</id><published>2008-11-19T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:25:41.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is for my dear brother, Ian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lok&lt;/span&gt;. It's something like an obituary, a memoir of your short but happy life before your PSLE results tomorrow. It's ok, I'll love you even if you end up looking like Frankenstein after Papa totally roasts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Lok - in Funny Mode&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: .....whoa, I tell you, Uncle Walter's daughter's skin is really nice man, it's like Vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: So she has a lot of blackheads? Vanilla ice cream has all those little black dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, do you know Pink is married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Which sad dick would want to marry her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ little Baby runs up to him and stares at him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Yo Bling Bling Baby WHASSUP DAWG???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [ picking him up from tuition] Who are those two girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Bitch one, Bitch two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: ........^%&amp;amp;?#&lt;(*#%!?+)=!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Ian, be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Fine. Good Evening Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irwyn: eww, the stupid bird is in the backyard. go away you stupid bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: are you mad? this way the bird will never fly away. you must do it like this: &lt;strong&gt;FUCK OFF YOU STINKY BASTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ bird flies off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: See?? Irwyn you are a stupid fucker. you live in the same room as me and you can't even make a bird fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dear brother,you are more entertaining than Keri trying to krump like a pussycat doll wannabe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5066784784897927577?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5066784784897927577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5066784784897927577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5066784784897927577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5066784784897927577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-is-for-my-dear-brother-ian.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-567533663726332012</id><published>2008-11-08T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:35:13.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dead Bored. I just remembered i had theory today so i will blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ethan didn't come, so it was me&amp;amp; Joel. He is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Eh, Joel, How come you didn't come last last week ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I didn't come last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I know, i am asking you why you didn't come last &lt;em&gt;last &lt;/em&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I didn't come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: No, You didn't come. Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: haaa??? How can you not know?! Did you go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How did you go- walk, Drive or take plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: take plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Then how can you not know where you went?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Wait, i think i remember. I think its HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: oh, HK ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel no. Maybe, Maybe not. I'm not so sure. When i went on the plane i sleep, than i wake up and i am somewhere so i wake up. i'm not that sure...... You can call my mummy! She Knows where i went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Joel. Either your Brain is decayed or you are really that stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-567533663726332012?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/567533663726332012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=567533663726332012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/567533663726332012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/567533663726332012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-6766705100074803120</id><published>2008-11-08T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:44:02.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;OREDOM. witha bolded B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a party, which is super crowded, except that the folks ar either 40 and above, or 8 and below. It is like a freak show- little kids running around spitting satay, General Abigail Ng bossy freak trying to be the Next Big Thing in Fashion history, by stripping down to her Happy suit in front of me and changing into a multitude of different outfits. Then, she paints makeup onto her face, and ends up looking like a drag queen. Meet Abigail, the Transvestite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. She just started crying- she asked precious Daddy how she looked and her father told her she looked like Sun Wu Kong, the Monkey God. So meet Abigail, the Monkey God Wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, there are the drunk doctors, smoking like they haven't seen a ciggie in 10 years, and drinking like thirsty camals. f-bombs aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the freak show. I'm leaving to watch Man U vs Arsenal. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO MAN U!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-6766705100074803120?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6766705100074803120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=6766705100074803120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6766705100074803120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6766705100074803120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-oredom.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-8764513592091233702</id><published>2008-11-05T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:39:39.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy days and sad days. Life sucks. there are only happy days and sad days- no neutral ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt; Side of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OBAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PREZ&lt;/span&gt; OF AMERICA! yeah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dudes, &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a nice pouch for myself when i went shopping with my sis on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I watched 90210. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Not as entertaining as i expected. Ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;triumphs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Felipe Massa try not to cry while on the winners podium. Do you know how awful it is to see a grown man cry? Its so sad. Stupid Lewis. he has absoulutely no respect for Massa. while they are playing the National Anthem of Brazil, Mr Cocky is screaming and parading around the place, while Massa tries valiantly and unsuccessfully not to cry. :(&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, Massa, you still have next year! A hamster will come and bite Hamilton's ass and he will get rabies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-8764513592091233702?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8764513592091233702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=8764513592091233702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8764513592091233702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8764513592091233702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-days-and-sad-days.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-1102606657064665522</id><published>2008-10-28T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:00:35.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel ditched me. He didn't come for theory- he went overseas on some "father-son bonding golf tournament" apparently. " it's very important to strengthen the bond between Joel and his Daddy" according to Joel's mom. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson is actually more interesting without Joel around. Ethan, Mrs Au &amp; i talk about more interesting things other than " is a crotchet one count or two counts?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dialogue when joel is around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: Do you know that there is a gay in my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ssshhhh!! ETHAN!Joel is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: What is &lt;em&gt;gay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, its like when-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: ANDREA!!! ssshhhhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i'm just &lt;em&gt;enlightening&lt;/em&gt; Joel-he's bound to find out sooner or later right? might as well give him a headstart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: Yeah, headstarts are always good.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue when Joel is not around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: Do you know there is a gay in my class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what's the big deal? i think i live with a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: aiyoo. your uncle is gay ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no- i think my brother is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: cool. are there gays in your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i am in MGS. Notice what the G stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: oh, then are there lesbians in your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: maybe....probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: are YOU a lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: good. I think joel is going to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: aiyoo! cannot say that about Joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha. me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: he wears &lt;em&gt;yellow and silver&lt;/em&gt; crocs for gods sakes!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [touching hairy plant] eewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: you don't like hairy things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: they are gross. yes, i do not like hairy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: but eveyone is hairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: but your boyfriend is going to be hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: very funny Ethan.it's not as if i'm going to marry saddam hussein or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: but you are going to marry osama.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps lesson really is more interesting when joel is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-1102606657064665522?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1102606657064665522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=1102606657064665522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/1102606657064665522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/1102606657064665522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/joel-ditched-me_28.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-572039146776552375</id><published>2008-10-20T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:33:37.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking QUIT SQUASH! and left amanda behind. i feel bad. AMANDA! QUIT TOO! and we will all be in no-squash-paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel has arived. He looks so MachoShit. the muscles and all. and the muscles are not like the disgusting bodybuilder-on-steriods type. they are like long-ish, surfer-ish. but he is practically mute and is probably quite stupid, so, i guess god evened things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-572039146776552375?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/572039146776552375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=572039146776552375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/572039146776552375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/572039146776552375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-freaking-quit-squash-and-left-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-186532083498375246</id><published>2008-10-14T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:23:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my msn died. it just collasped and passed out. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid brother finally got a lecture from my dad. about the profanities. he is mad. i cannot have a conversation with him without any of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ watching Manchester United TV channel together]&lt;br /&gt;me: hey, can you pass me the remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: [no response]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [grab the remote and change to E! entertainment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: WHAT THE HELL! oh f*ck! they were going to score a goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do i look like i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: oh f*ck! give me the f*cking remote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: no! this is the heath ledger true hollywood story and i want to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: F*CK!!!!F*CK!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: [ reading some wierdo football mag]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [walk in and turn off the lights][on purpose]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: turn on the lights lah, you bitch, i can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [walk out of room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: F*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [enter his room to get my chem textbook that he's been hogging]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: f*ck off. what do you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm going to tell mummy and papa that you said the f-word. where is my chem book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: so what if i say the f-word. f*ckitty f*ck f*ck. [mimics in high falsetto]OMG! i just said the F-WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: f*ck off, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [angry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:[very angry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: f*ck you too, you asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian: mummy! she said the f-word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has gotten that bad. seriously, talking to him nowadays is like talking to ka onn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-186532083498375246?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/186532083498375246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=186532083498375246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/186532083498375246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/186532083498375246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-my-msn-died.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-7356998135061353867</id><published>2008-10-10T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:56:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday YT! and Ian!&lt;br /&gt;hope you like your gift[Ian]&lt;br /&gt;You'd better like your giftS![YT]&lt;br /&gt;i will seriously kill you if you don't, we spent a fortune and all our leg power trampling down the streets of Orchard Road. [YT]&lt;br /&gt;I want something in return[ both of you]&lt;br /&gt;haha. happy birthday, and sorry i couldn't attend your party.[YT]&lt;br /&gt;i am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my cash on pressies for my mom[ oct 7]&lt;br /&gt;YT&amp;amp;Ian [oct 10]&lt;br /&gt;and myself [i thought i deserved some stuff for walking so much]&lt;br /&gt;chanosaurus and i are both broke.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent $70&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;but the stuff was too nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-7356998135061353867?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7356998135061353867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=7356998135061353867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7356998135061353867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7356998135061353867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-yt-and-ian-hope-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-4527176393417521598</id><published>2008-10-09T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:31:41.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tommorow is my brother's birthday, and my parents anniversary. once, i told someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[we were discussing birthdays]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: my brother's birthday is on october 10, oh, and that is my parents anniversary too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic loser: OH.MY.GOD. that is soo cool! you mean your parents were hippies?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic loser: oh my god, so when you and your sister were born, your parents were not married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic loser: oh my gosh, i have never seen a pregnant bride! you got their wedding pictures? can i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic loser: oh my god, and your mom gave birth to your brother on their wedding day, OH!MY!GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [finally comprehending what that spastic idiot is saying]you do realise october 10 comes every year right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiotic loser: oh...i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did she think my parents were??!!&lt;br /&gt;hamster farmers? wheatgrass salespeople? GYPSIES?!&lt;br /&gt;i was like, oh yes, you spastic retard, i lived in a caravan for three years and only ate wheatgrass. my mom burned her bras and my father was on crack. they idolised janice joplin. they wore funny tie-dyed things. i didn't wear anything- i grew up natural, free, naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october 10 comes every year, and apparantly so do your brains- they are only present one day a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-4527176393417521598?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4527176393417521598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=4527176393417521598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4527176393417521598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4527176393417521598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/tommorow-is-my-brothers-birthday-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5653148424448549017</id><published>2008-10-06T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:12:55.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spastic. sporadic. but ever so helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am playing the sheep and coyote game. it is more freaking useful than the smiley face in school.&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine? i am being taught by &lt;em&gt;sheep &lt;/em&gt;for christs sakes, SHEEP! and coyotes geography. they are more useful than smiley face anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am humbled by thou mighty sheep. and i thought they just gave you nice, warm coats to wear.&lt;br /&gt;how wrong i was, how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are good teachers, better than smiley face that is.&lt;br /&gt;Thou mighty sheep, thou mighty sheep. Andrea Lok Yu Min, born 12th Jan 1995 is humbled by your mere presece on my computer screen. even though you may look spastic and stupid, deep down inside, i know you are einstein. i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, dear people. i am prophet andrea, messanger to the sheep. they sent me to say that they are not asses and spastic losers.all of you, all of you out there are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;join me, in my pilgramage to sheepland if you now believe in sheepism. you can convert too. i will be famous in 300 years. imagine, me and kong zi will be on par, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prophet Andrea Lok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12th jan 1995-** *** ****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Influential part of the spead of Sheepism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5653148424448549017?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5653148424448549017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5653148424448549017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5653148424448549017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5653148424448549017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/spastic.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-4695183871620614153</id><published>2008-10-02T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:11:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another post, since i haven't posted for sooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays discussion: F1 drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHH. &lt;strong&gt;Nico Rosberg&lt;/strong&gt; is SOOO&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;he looks like titanic leonardo, not the departed leo, which is waayyy hotter. and kimi raikkonen is uber cool man, he has this like super cool vibe thingie, and the ewan mcgregor look. for some strange reason. massa is great too, but a good boy. he stays at home and doesn't party like mr raikkonen does. and i don't think he goes for the lap dances, like mr Raikkonen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;EW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Latest Joel Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not coming for next lesson; got scuba-diving. WHAT ON EARTH. he will probably get eaten up by the shark. i hate you, joel. You are dumping me with ethan-thou-flirtatious. ICKS. ethan, you little loser,maybe the chicks in your kindergarten used to dig you, but some people are wayyyyyy out of your league, like the receptionist, our teacher and for gods sake, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me to say" sorry, i don't speak to boys who don't shave in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;but stupid ethan is probably too young to know what and why the hell you need to bloody shave in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't had his puberty talk yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-4695183871620614153?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4695183871620614153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=4695183871620614153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4695183871620614153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4695183871620614153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-post-since-i-havent-posted-for.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-3163668027969347892</id><published>2008-10-02T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:58:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To go or not to go...&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YT's&lt;/span&gt; wild 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with " retarded PL girls" [quote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yiting&lt;/span&gt;], and other creatures from mystical lands.&lt;br /&gt;with strange names that cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pronounced. [ kikuchi? kucucokhi?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OMG. it will be a blast. and YT has shamelessly requested an Ugly Betty DVD Box-set/Beverly Hills 90210 Box-set from me. i was like wth!? YT watches those shows?or wants to watch those shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;i was thinking more Phua Chu Kang reruns for YT than GossipGirl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;She's Rosie, not Serena Van Der Woodsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But if you're gunning for the rich-bitch-van-der-woodsen look, YT, i'm sorry, the Gap pants gotta go.*sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The joy, YT, The Joy.[songs of the humpback whale; humphrey lee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;but maybe i will get her something more useful; a lifetimes supply of kleenex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;or maybe the tenth circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-3163668027969347892?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3163668027969347892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=3163668027969347892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/3163668027969347892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/3163668027969347892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5188570656406568745</id><published>2008-09-28T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:48:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in like, forever. too busy studying for the END YEAR EXAMS! It starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tmw&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; composition and math- math without the almighty calculator. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brains were fried yesterday. had compo class then theory. i am trying, along with two little boys, Ethan and Joel, to crash course theory grade 1-6. in two months max. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids have so much pressure these days. Joel, who is P1 , is obviously slower than Ethan and i, is really lagging behind, and slowing us down so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: Joel, would you like to come for extra lessons? maybe before this lesson? or in the  &lt;br /&gt;               morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: i think i am getting confused.Which one is a minim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: Joel! See, you really need extra lessons- what about in the morning, i am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: How do you spell "crotchet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: Joel, i am talking to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: morning cannot, i got golf from 8-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;, so hot. what about after golf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: i got tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: after tuition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: i go out for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: i want to bathe! and i have cello then this theory class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aiyooo&lt;/span&gt;. you are so busy, Young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: don't call me that, i am not a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: then you are a woman ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel: i am a man! i am a man! no no no no, i am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a busy bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, after school, he has swimming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;- art class. wed- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; tuition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;- nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;- fencing. oh my god. he is busier than me &amp;amp; all of my siblings put together.&lt;br /&gt;and he has golf for 3 hours! can you imagine how far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;his tiny,&lt;/span&gt; short legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to carry him on the golf course!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5188570656406568745?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5188570656406568745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5188570656406568745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5188570656406568745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5188570656406568745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/havent-posted-in-like-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-8816814107744797121</id><published>2008-09-24T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:09:24.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gordon Ramsay writes dangerous books. The F-word is used so profoundly in the book, that after you read even one chapter, you get the Gordon Ramsay Disease[ GordonRamsaynucleasis]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is F-ing this and F-ing that, God, he even describes &lt;em&gt;Hollandaise Sauce &lt;/em&gt;, for god-sakes, as split-F-ing Hollandaise Sauce- wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is falling ill, first it was Esse with HFMD, then Miss-over reacting -Chanosaurus thought she had fallen ill, then Jo, then Deeeeevya. I &lt;em&gt;thought YT&lt;/em&gt; was sick but she apparantly has a permanant runny nose.  And people in class are like all" OMG! we are all going to die!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God. Save me from all the 1E Drama-mama's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-8816814107744797121?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8816814107744797121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=8816814107744797121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8816814107744797121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/8816814107744797121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/gordon-ramsay-writes-dangerous-books.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5884641697798492678</id><published>2008-09-20T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:02:01.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Lord. My mother hates me because i implied she was old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;! she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;old! what, does she thing she's still a spring chicken? Mummy, You're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;already! it was seriously not my fault- i didn't do it on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went to cut my hair, there were these bunch of old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;british&lt;/span&gt; ladies in the salon that my mom and i went to. they were like &lt;em&gt;kind of &lt;/em&gt;perming their hair, but they did not steam their heads in the big round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt;, so i asked my mom what they were doing and then she said they were setting their hair. It's kinda like a semi-permanent perm, like, it lasts until you wash your hair, so, apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of these ladies do it on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night, so it lasts them through all their weekend parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom had a wedding dinner to go to tonight, and she said she wanted to go to the salon, so i asked why, and then she said because she had a wedding to attend that night. so i was like, "so you are setting your hair?" she said yes. and then i was stupid enough to say " like the old people we saw that time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. i didn't realise what i said until my dad started chocking on his apple. i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's wrong with you papa? you spastic or what? why the hell are you choking like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my bro started choking, then the other bro, then my sister. i was totally confused." what the hell is wrong with ALL of you! why do you choke one after another?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my dad said " &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are the spastic!" and then spat out the poor apple.&lt;br /&gt;shit. then i realised my mistake. Christ. i was in deep shit. so i ran upstairs to my room. it's the most sensible thing to do when my mother, armed with a colourful, deadly array of anaesthetic needles of varying degrees of deadliness, is on a mad rampage. i don't think her needles are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to poke through a wooden door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5884641697798492678?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5884641697798492678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5884641697798492678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5884641697798492678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5884641697798492678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5936620949723808944</id><published>2008-09-18T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:45:21.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My crazy brother, who is going to sit for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; in one week plus, picked a fight with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; teacher in school today.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BRILLIANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GENIUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EINSTEIN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He is more concerned about post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSLE&lt;/span&gt; sleepovers, football, SAMUEL and of course, fighting with menopausal teachers than the actual bloody exam itself. This damn exam will almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; define the rest of his life and he is totally carefree, happy relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dude, but if you end up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kio&lt;/span&gt; sec, or something along the lines of that, i just simply &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; see you going to Harvard.You may dream of a footballing career, where you earn ridiculous amounts of money-$150,000 !&lt;strong&gt;POUNDS&lt;/strong&gt;! a week even if you are injured and sitting on your lazy ass at home doing nothing, but dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lok&lt;/span&gt;, or Rooney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lok&lt;/span&gt;, whichever you may prefer, trust me man, wake up from dreamland-you ain't gonna make it dude, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt; will whip your ass on the pitch. you're screwed. face it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; cannot play football. If there are bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brazilians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coming to play football in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, the only place in this planet where you are going to be a first-team player is maybe Siberia. Or wait, maybe if it doesn't work out over there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure Zimbabwe has a place for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5936620949723808944?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5936620949723808944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5936620949723808944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5936620949723808944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5936620949723808944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-crazy-brother-who-is-going-to-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-4857209167906514235</id><published>2008-09-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:46:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my new seating arrangement! Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) I get to torture Soifon Taichou&lt;br /&gt;2) Mira is a MADWOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;3) DNA Danny B, Glowy and PJ, and Mira's other mealworm children "look just like their father"&lt;br /&gt;AHEM mira&lt;br /&gt;4) Ying Jia teaches Mira one million and one "scientific facts"&lt;br /&gt;5) I have a Total Celeb sitting in isolation behind me. PRESENTING: Rachel Madonna Mariah Phua Chu Kang Jr. ...........Lim Yi Ting!&lt;br /&gt;6)i get to do one new activity every day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Week's Timetable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mira and Jo made songs for YT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mira and Ying Jia decorated Dhivya's lovely Diary for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mira and Ying Jia made blog URL's for Mira; Mira's suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.had-sex-with-a-hairy-mealworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.had-sex-with-a-hairy-mealworm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unfaithul-banana-lover.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.unfaithul-banana-lover.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-made-pglo-babies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.i-made-pglo-babies.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, WHAT IS WRONG WITH MIRA'S BRAIN?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-4857209167906514235?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4857209167906514235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=4857209167906514235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4857209167906514235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4857209167906514235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-new-seating-arrangement.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5803899677654790050</id><published>2008-09-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:34:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRANOLA BAR RECIPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shall be revealed! haha, it is quite an easy recipe, but this is the tastier-but-more-unhealthy version. It is also nicer with chopped almonds or walnuts than pure chocolate chips. so, instead of having 2 full cups of chocolate chips, mix the desired amount of  almonds/walnuts with the choclate chips to form 2 full cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;INGREDIENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4 1/2 cups rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup honey&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups miniature semisweet chocolate chips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;METHOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Lightly grease one 9x13 inch pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large mixing bowl combine all the ingredients. Stir in the 2 cups assorted chocolate chips, raisins, nuts etc.&lt;br /&gt;Lightly press mixture into the prepared pan.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 325 degrees F (165 degrees C) for 18 to 22 minutes or until golden brown. Let cool then cut into bars.&lt;br /&gt; Let bars cool completely in pan before removing or serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BAKING!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5803899677654790050?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5803899677654790050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5803899677654790050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5803899677654790050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5803899677654790050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-my-granola-bar-recipe-shall-be.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-4565250270721350437</id><published>2008-09-15T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:07:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SM4DT7nExZI/AAAAAAAAACk/rSVGDRGIiGY/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246134256887186834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SM4DT7nExZI/AAAAAAAAACk/rSVGDRGIiGY/s200/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Dhivya &lt;/span&gt;and I discoverd a new species of Dinosaurs on Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-small, eyes&lt;br /&gt;-steals food&lt;br /&gt;-stares at food&lt;br /&gt;-Has red horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the the elusive, almost endangered species:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the elusive Gillian Chanosaurus&lt;br /&gt;Scientific name "Gilliani Backacne Chanicsaurucki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Discovered by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Professor Andrea Lok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.H.D. Archaeology&amp;amp;Professional Historian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dr. Tea Dhivya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.H.D. Purple Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The Gillian Chanosaurus lives in the jungle of Depot Road,&lt;br /&gt;often emerging from its habitat only to travel to Blackmore Drive.&lt;br /&gt;Like other tyrannosaurids, it often travels in packs of 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;Its diet mainly consists of Nasi Lemak and Mee Tye Bak[ fat white worms]&lt;br /&gt;it is the smallest known tyrannosaurid and grows up to 1.5-1.6 metres in length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;SCIENTIFIC CLASSIFICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; MARGIN: 0pt auto; TEXT-ALIGN: left; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kingdom:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="kingdom"&gt;&lt;a title="Animal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal"&gt;Animalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Phylum:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="phylum"&gt;&lt;a title="Chordate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chordate"&gt;Chordata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Class:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="taxoclass"&gt;&lt;a title="Reptile" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reptile"&gt;Sauropsida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superorder:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="superorder"&gt;&lt;a title="Dinosaur" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinosaur"&gt;Dinosauria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Order:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="order"&gt;&lt;a title="Saurischia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saurischia"&gt;Saurischia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Suborder:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="suborder"&gt;&lt;a title="Theropoda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theropoda"&gt;Theropoda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Family:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="family"&gt;&lt;a title="Tyrannosauridae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrannosauridae"&gt;Tyrannosauridae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Subfamily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="subfamily"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tyrannosaurinae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrannosaurinae"&gt;Tyrannosaurinae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Please don't kill me gillian or should i say " Gillian Chanosaurus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-4565250270721350437?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4565250270721350437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=4565250270721350437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4565250270721350437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/4565250270721350437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/dhivya-and-i-discoverd-new-species-of.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v88gT32ml04/SM4DT7nExZI/AAAAAAAAACk/rSVGDRGIiGY/s72-c/DSC00362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-6124972440858132921</id><published>2008-09-15T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:56:09.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me, Mira, Jo, Amy Winehouse, PCD, Avril Lavingne, JT, Miley Cyrus and Danity Kane made songs for our dear moley affiliate during LA and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ode To Deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They try to make me spray Deodorant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say” NO NO NO”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove, Nivea and Rexona&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say “NO NO NO!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On the MRT, I spot YT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to take a shower, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she said “NO NO NO!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“I try to cook my own makan” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say “NO NO NO” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You just throw everything in the damn steamboat”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including the deo-do-rant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;On the MRT, I spot YT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said” I’m so sexy”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t agree-gree-gree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;COPYRIGHT 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Andrea Lok&amp;amp; Amy Winehouse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear YT, you'd better appreciate this song- it took all my english brains and all of amy winehouse's herion-filled rhythm brains to compose this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-6124972440858132921?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6124972440858132921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=6124972440858132921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6124972440858132921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/6124972440858132921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-deodorant.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5644744200417157310</id><published>2008-09-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:40:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;icks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, i have totally&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; finished revising Acids&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alkalis&lt;/span&gt;!!! Had one bowl of peach&amp;amp;mango Lactic acid to celebrate, then washed up with Potassium Hydroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;: Rachel Madonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LYRICS FOR THE "SORRY MIRA" SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*[to the tune of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm S-S-S-SORRY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm S-S-S-SORRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to break your specs[x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm S-S-S-SORRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm S-S-S-SORRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't mean to break it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B-B-B-BREAK IT MIRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Specs-breaker[x3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Specs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SP-SP-SP-SPECS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SP-SP-SP-SPECS BREAKER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please note, dear Whye Tee, No Singaporean Accent, Try to sing like a black man- the song will come off better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5644744200417157310?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5644744200417157310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5644744200417157310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5644744200417157310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5644744200417157310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/icks.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-5289505068016407532</id><published>2008-09-13T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:38:43.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My neighbour is seriously psychotic! she is trying to break into my house again, by climbing over the wall. i think she is mad, her tiny ,5 year old brain is seriously intrigued by what lies behind the white cement wall that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt; our houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somehow, she manages to pop her tiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; head over the wall by balancing on one foot on the bloody air-con vents! Then she will tell us about her entire day, and half the time, i don't catch a word she's saying because of her thick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aussie&lt;/span&gt; accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She scares the shit out of me, its like a tiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, half-naked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;catwoman&lt;/span&gt; next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jeepers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-5289505068016407532?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5289505068016407532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=5289505068016407532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5289505068016407532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/5289505068016407532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-neighbour-is-seriously-psychotic-she.html' title=''/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7790835298090376159.post-7653335831504521922</id><published>2008-09-13T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:11:09.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...A Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i finally have a blog! Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dhivya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who stayed back with me, the sch computer lab and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fricking&lt;/span&gt; codes for the bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt;. The computer lab was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; cold! i couldn't even type properly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am attempting my Acids&amp;amp; Alkali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WS&lt;/span&gt;. why must we even learn about calcium &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sulphate&lt;/span&gt; and dilute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hydrochloric&lt;/span&gt; acid? it's not as if it will be useful to us when we grow old- we are going to say to our kids" here kid, eat yogurt" not " here kid, have some lactic acid, oh, but not too much, or else your intestines will be corroded and melted into a heap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7790835298090376159-7653335831504521922?l=77-degrees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7653335831504521922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7790835298090376159&amp;postID=7653335831504521922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7653335831504521922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7790835298090376159/posts/default/7653335831504521922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://77-degrees.blogspot.com/2008/09/finallya-blog.html' title='Finally...A Blog...'/><author><name>♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00208908513940888719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
