<?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-1455131290412997785</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:23:09.918-08:00</updated><category term='I PASSED MY MATHS'/><title type='text'>ILEUX</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-6579139431980386507</id><published>2010-01-07T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:54:16.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People always tell me. I dont understand them. Tell me I dont care about them. So what can i think? I'm only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not my fault that my legs a crooked so i cant stand straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry I cant stand sluts and bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not my fault I have feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not my fault my family broke up and now people pity me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not my fault I cant smile an upward smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its not my fault I dont have a proper phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its my fault that I cant run long distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its my fault I'm crushing on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its my fault my standards are too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That no one is perfect and that no one is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That people have this irritating thing called feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I respect that I cant blame others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I respect that people dont necessarily have to be sweet to me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But at least give me hints. To tell me which may i'm going. I know i'm not that bright. SO TELL ME. Why?? why the 'surprises'? To cut cost? Sure. People think that living life sloppily is fine. But NO. I already have so little. Why cant i care about quality? why cant I have a good phone? why is it some crap phone from china? Why cant i buy my headphones? Why give me hand-me-downs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So FINE I'M SORRY I'M SUCH A PERFECTIONIST. I like things being like the movies. The simple life. Pay the bills, but the house, DONE. Thats my view of life. But what is life throwing at me? Problem after problem. Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So you know what? SCREW IT. I give up. thanks for doing this to me LIFE. I'm so happy i'm going to live a life of misery all my life. with no one wanting me. SO LET ME COUNT MY BLESSINGS. I'M SO HAPPY I'M NEVER GETTING MARRIED. That i'm NEVER going to have a NORMAL SIMPLE LIFE. that i'm NEVER going out with friends again. that i'm HERE SUFFERING. To hell with what i did in my past life. I KNOW i deserve better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BUT I LOVE people who does not understand me. I just love them. you know the way they look at you? The cold shoulder? Yes! that! Jump for joy! I'm the only one living with that my WHOLE SAD LIFE. WOOPIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you know all thoses girls who dont want to grow old? How about telling yourself this. GOOD THING I'M LIVING TILL 21. JUMP OFF THE CAUSEWAY HOR. REMEMBER TO BRING PASSPORT SO WHEN YOU DIE YOU STILL HAVE GO MALAYSIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FUCK THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6579139431980386507?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6579139431980386507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6579139431980386507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6579139431980386507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6579139431980386507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-always-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9191800320103811979</id><published>2009-12-06T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:15:05.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey heyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from camp a few days ago :)&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm sick. so i've been sleep rotting at home the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I managed to download Audition into my computer :) Awesome yea?&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll be buying next years books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay okay. I'm tired. They O.D Me o.O. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9191800320103811979?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9191800320103811979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9191800320103811979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9191800320103811979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9191800320103811979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-heyyy-just-got-back-from-camp-few.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1886732835989972035</id><published>2009-11-28T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:49:37.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to malaysia. which is really a piss off cause i really wanted to go on the 23rd. blah. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr its off to camp we still dont have a dance. hmm. that screwed. and i dont know what to pack. but hey. smth to cheer me up. Hana to akuma chap 41 is out. and it damn cute. manga readers should totally read it :D alright. off i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1886732835989972035?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1886732835989972035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1886732835989972035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1886732835989972035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1886732835989972035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/so.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2032712738087301090</id><published>2009-11-26T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:41:22.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly: I am no longer rotting. I have found something to do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly : Sadly I am un-contact-able. Because my phone died. so. the primary sources of contacting me is through my computer, Facebook or call jasmine. But jasmine is not in singapore so i am TOTALLY uncontactable when not only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly : Why am i now rotting? No, not because i decided to turn into plastic but i'm currently into ORIGAMI AND KUDSUGAMI :) its awesome. I'm doing flowers. I would have taken photos but like i said, My phone died. Weeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry! I'll give you one if you want one :) depending if i have enough colour paper :D I think i should teach this to Jia En. the entrupronuer (Gagh my english is failing me!) club. It can totally make money. So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people. Track me on facebook okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2032712738087301090?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2032712738087301090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2032712738087301090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2032712738087301090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2032712738087301090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention-firstly-i-am-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5337971039802425266</id><published>2009-11-23T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:56:06.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually already married.&lt;br /&gt;To books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;Dearly Beloved. We are gathered here for this matrimonial ceremony to witness the union of Miss Cherie Sim and Mr Manga Book.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU Mr Book take this girl as your wife?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Book: I Do.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU Miss Sim Take this Thing as your husband?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sim: I do!&lt;br /&gt;You may now. Wrap the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how it happened :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5337971039802425266?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5337971039802425266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5337971039802425266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5337971039802425266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5337971039802425266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-realized-something.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6147974418365999474</id><published>2009-11-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:45:26.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh!&lt;br /&gt;I was in church just now. SIGH. No More HoG Church! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. I'm still in the process of improving my blog&lt;br /&gt;Like. Adding PLURK :)&lt;br /&gt;Its smth like facebook. SO JUST ADD ME ON FREAKING FACEBOOK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6147974418365999474?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6147974418365999474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6147974418365999474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6147974418365999474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6147974418365999474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/argh-i-was-in-church-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9177384723174002711</id><published>2009-11-21T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:49:23.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm have decided. I'm changing link! AGAIN!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! Again?! Well bare with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;I Will Not Change My Link Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Content With My Link!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Content With My Link!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Content With My Link!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Content With My Link!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Content With My Link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Copy and Pasting This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9177384723174002711?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9177384723174002711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9177384723174002711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9177384723174002711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9177384723174002711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-im-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5768464006062004593</id><published>2009-11-18T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:04:06.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey! hows life?&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon Emerald was a blast. although i'm still trying to get mystery event on mine. :S But that can wait. Introducing the new drama i'm watching.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! that IS the name of the drama! its a jap drama that shows the training or flight attendants. I didnt know leh! I think theres a total of 13 eps. so awesome! I'm on ep 9 le! AHHHH THE ROMANCE IS SO CUTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay okay. I go watch lo~&lt;br /&gt;BYE YA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5768464006062004593?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5768464006062004593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5768464006062004593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5768464006062004593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5768464006062004593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-hey-hows-life-pokemon-emerald-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7033371596242131612</id><published>2009-11-16T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:28:53.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what guess what!&lt;br /&gt;I CAUGHT RAYQUAZZA!! (or whatever you may spell it)&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is. With a poke ball :D&lt;br /&gt;Solution?:&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Paralyze&lt;br /&gt;-Poison&lt;br /&gt;And alot of luck Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I started with 50 poke balls 17 ultra balls. and 1 master ball. Don wan throw my master ball cause later still have other pokemon like Shamin and stuff like that :S&lt;br /&gt;After everything i was left with .&lt;br /&gt;1 master ball. and no hyper potion or revive&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing! The bitch can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Ahem. I need my green tea. badly. Very badly D:&lt;br /&gt;MY KOR COMES HOME TMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;And. should i change link? I already have a name in mind hmm-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Got to get to the next gym!&lt;br /&gt;Bye-ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7033371596242131612?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7033371596242131612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7033371596242131612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7033371596242131612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7033371596242131612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-guess-what-i-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5062878032074475689</id><published>2009-11-16T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:52:46.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. I got stuck at the mossdeep city's twin battle. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from pokemon, I actually had time to eat a book yesterday! It was cute. It was. Read it :)&lt;br /&gt;Geek Magnet&lt;br /&gt;So Kill me. Its another ROMANCE novel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you guys see that i have my Tunes up :) Still going to add more when i have inspiration :D I need my IPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for songs now. Got Ta' Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5062878032074475689?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5062878032074475689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5062878032074475689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5062878032074475689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5062878032074475689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7318806227175820656</id><published>2009-11-15T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:29:17.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats new babes.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. I'm like. Playing pokemon on my computer right? and i'm stuck at the stupid old fat man's electrical element gym!!! i DUNNO WHY, but his stupid pokemons keep EXPLODING in my pokemon's FACES and i WEIRDLY keep losing to him!&lt;br /&gt;This is cruelty to pokemon! I'm going on strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. currently, I left my starter pokemon Combusken, or whatever you would spell it as with the day care lady. *Yay the day care lady! &lt;3* which is awesome which leaves me with time to put songs into my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay TUNED! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7318806227175820656?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7318806227175820656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7318806227175820656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7318806227175820656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7318806227175820656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-new-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2822547562966760943</id><published>2009-11-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:54:26.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Post is really dedicated to HOW BORED I AM AND WILL BE FOR THE HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whats the plan people!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be starting to study come December for O' Levels.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like doing Lit homework A.K.A copy notes AND recopy names of characters&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Re-copying my file notes into another notebook. For tidy needs and educational reasons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about that. I'll be brushing up for my maths too. Getting a JUMP on stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you all can see i HAVE changes my blogskin! dont know if i should change my link. Cant be going around asking people to relink! People get irrited sometimes know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how i just dont want to link people now. (I'm so sorry samuel! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the count down for My BROTHERRR :) to come back from where ever he has gone to. only 1 week and 1 day more to his come back! then i'll finally have a companion for the holidays :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday will be coming too! wish me hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Follow me on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;add me : Cherr3@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry I Add all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA BABES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2822547562966760943?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2822547562966760943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2822547562966760943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2822547562966760943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2822547562966760943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-post-is-really-dedicated-to-how.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4486936868654157537</id><published>2009-07-18T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:38:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SmGkTZeRlAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7gqh0Yk3c3A/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SmGkTZeRlAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7gqh0Yk3c3A/s320/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359745684709938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add a swastika and you've got yourself a Hitler follower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie is surviving another day without maple! *peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;I'm suspecting its my internet connect which is still stuck at PREHISTORIC PACNET. i bet you lil kids dont even know about this lil number. :) not everything is singtel starhub or Mio okay! So i guess i'm going to keep my hopes up for now. Maybe God will return Maple to me after my exams? :) you never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading manga these few days :) I'm surving, been thinking and motivating myself. Exams are coming. I must STRIVE!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I have new photos on facebook. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go change blogskin if there are nices ones :)&lt;br /&gt;see ya babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4486936868654157537?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4486936868654157537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4486936868654157537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4486936868654157537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4486936868654157537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/07/add-swastika-and-youve-got-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SmGkTZeRlAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7gqh0Yk3c3A/s72-c/DSC02573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-363042927374226703</id><published>2009-07-16T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:32:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sl7xeJu0MXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jzTuXTvZo9k/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sl7xeJu0MXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jzTuXTvZo9k/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986106928116082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption: Let Me Emo Over My Chendol In Peace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I Am Devastated (did i spell it right? Oh gawd where is my spell check?) My maple CRASHED on me. I cant redownload it from the thumbdrive. HOW HOW?! HOW AM I GOING TO CHOING LVL 40 FOR THIS WEEK?! NXT WEEK CA LE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I guess i'll have to move along. it must be faith trying to brutally shove in into the right direction. I was supposed to be working on the EMO MESSAGE FROM AMU part you know that part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a long crush if i may say. I've known you for so long. Hinted so obviously. Yet you're so clueless. Or are you avoiding me intentionally?&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm not the best of the best. Not the smartest. Not the prettiest or the one with the best figure. But I have dreams too. I'm human and I want a life. I've noticed that i cling on to the past. And never noticed that people change. But thats what change people. So i am forced to change. Let go of the past and have a future.&lt;br /&gt;You're innocence hurt me. Indirectly. I dont like feeling empty. As I already am. I've tried to tell you. To explain in the simplest or words. with the thinnest vocabulary possible. But you are oblivious. Yes. Ignorance is bliss. But isnt this a little over?&lt;br /&gt;You dont talk to me. you dont understand me. You dont want to call. you dont respond. are you trying to hint me back? Are you trying to tell me to back off? I dont want to be shunned like this. I really, really want to feel something real.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know? Sometime is go to church and wonder if this crush is really worth it. how i treasured you so much and shined your not to sharp skills to utter perfection to my friends? Was it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya that part. Its not a confession. I did that MANY WEEKS AGO. anyways. I had to sign off as Cherie is not some random passerby would think i'm a total OTAKU. which i am secretly aspiring to be. anyway. just to disappoint you. i want to very bravely tell you FAN PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT UPDATING ZWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Yes i have more things to worry about, like hairdrying my homework notebook because i got caught in the rain yesterday and and my bag got unbelievably DRENCHED!!!! OMG it was like fighting a WAR OUT THERE!!! Tatum said it was practically Doomsday but i think a war was nice cause you see people running and the thunder rumbling and it was....&lt;br /&gt;Dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I'm trying to play a new game called Drangonica. Roshan introduced it to me this afternoon. YEP :)) this means i'll have partially something to do over the days when i'm rotting at home. Oh look at that. IT FAILED&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hate my computer now. you know what. i'm going to download it on Internet explorer ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaaaa the class blog is up. NO FAN PEOPLE ARE TO ENTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles got to go link people up before my aunty finds out its been more than 5 minutes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-363042927374226703?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/363042927374226703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=363042927374226703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/363042927374226703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/363042927374226703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/07/caption-let-me-emo-over-my-chendol-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sl7xeJu0MXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jzTuXTvZo9k/s72-c/DSC02695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-2012552880989184481</id><published>2009-06-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:45:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm BACK. From HLC  CAMP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from day 1 :)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in school at 7.30 and met the facills. after that we played a game called Loose Change. Really fun even though we did not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;Next we broke into our groups. Made out of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE!&lt;br /&gt;FATUL!&lt;br /&gt;LIQIN!&lt;br /&gt;CHELENE!&lt;br /&gt;NORA!&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN!&lt;br /&gt;LENA!&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA! (Hui Yu Clone!)&lt;br /&gt;DEON!&lt;br /&gt;KENNEDY!&lt;br /&gt;BERNICE!&lt;br /&gt;KENGIE!&lt;br /&gt;FENG RONG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! I managed to remember all the names!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. We were all really enthu al first. But Deon was very EMO. Dunno. Cause he was kinda sleeping during the loose change game. At first i really dunno how to talk to him lah. go near him only feel very cold :S. Kennedy was like semi-high already lah. he was like. talking to everyone already :D&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy stepped up to be our very first leader! (clap please :D) We played a game called 'Evacuation' and we finished FIRST! :) that was really a confidence boost. after that. we went back to the guitar room for the lesson debrief.&lt;br /&gt;The next step was to make the name and group cheer within 5 minutes. So CHANGE LEADER! Kengie comes in. Then we sit there everyone was like kan cheong spider liao. Except Deon lah. sit there listen to music. :S but we like pull him into the discussion lah. team mah :D THEN BEHOLD! RHE TELE TAUPORKS ARE FORMED!!!!! hahas. that was our name!!!&lt;br /&gt;almost died lah cause we were supeerrr hungry :D we meaning me and jasmine that is.&lt;br /&gt;So we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;thought could talk to Deon then. but he like sit very far away from the team so we kinda left him out. hmm. not that i give special attention luhs. is because you see the whole camp down here in canteen then got one extra one outside abit. uh. leddat lah. but after he ate he come over to talk to people lah. probably people he knows but heck. its an improvement okay!&lt;br /&gt;after that went back to the guitar room to freeze to death. hmm. forgot what we played. OH YAH&gt;&lt; THE STUPID TUG-O-WAR GAME! yep. it got us all really pissed. everyone. and when i'm pissed i need space but not everyone knows that because they (instructors) were somehow immune to my evil aura and try to talk to me. so no choice lah. i put them down straight away. So BOOM. Bottom 3 leaders for the day. blah but heck.at that point of time my motivation was the computer at the end of the camp :S so blah. But i really tried my best and commit okay! computer was motivation only!!&lt;br /&gt;sweaty. went back to guitar room. i think that summed it up for day one. WAIT. Liqin was late :) very late. must not say!!!!RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;still managed to make good friends with the people in my group.&lt;br /&gt;so during the night we go to their 'bunk' to share food with them  :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started taking photos. with Fatul's phone. so if you want the photos from tele taupork go to Fatul's blog. it's in the linkage. I'll steal from him LATA like. when he uploads??&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I did the toilet cleaning talking. we did not clean. dont want to talk about it. i dont like talking to older people who think they are super big. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Back pain. Jia en's group BUS-TART led Morning Stretch. Very easy. but dunno why still sweat alot. :S must be i drink alot of water. HMMM&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to play some touch touch game. like NOT THAT KIND OF TOUCH TOUCH LAH. like. um. put ur hands into a box then feel the item. then must make ur team ask you questions so that they can guess the item in the box. tricky. because we got tricked. the rules tricked us. super du lan. so Deon and I went into EMO mode at THE WALL SPOT. i think the others a bit down but they tried to be optimistic. I think i was more disappointed in my self cause i fell for that trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice. Dont ask when. And the best part was that i dreamt of it. like MAJOR DE JA VU. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had the Ring Toss game. Deon stepped up. surprising? Of course. thats because i forgot how he became so optimistic and cheerful and did not write that part down. see? HONESTY :)&lt;br /&gt;It was really warm and we did not understand the rules of the games.&lt;br /&gt;At first we were hyped. after all, the objective of the game was to WIN what. But we play all foul, foul, foul, foul. so our point we like negative and we had to hit a target or 250 then we win. plus we have to do squats before and after someone runs out. :S so you can imagine how painful all (The whole camp minus the instructor's) legs were :S want to pump oso will cramp. for the guys lah. Oh btw. Cannot talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;So yah. we have to endure a lot. but Kennedy said we sould just think of this as fun. so maybe we will like. play better somehow. so i devoted my time and ahem* leg power to trying to cheer the team up lah. So i was like dancing the Wonder Girl's Nobody. Then Fatul started dancing and Deon silently laugh. then Chelene and LiQin do squats untill they high. then Liqin count untill she 'Zao Sia' make untill our points become 100++ then we were like. Okay i think we can hit the target of 250 now.&lt;br /&gt;So from then it was pretty much all smiles lah. we come out. even though we did not win (in fact none of the teams reached the target) we were like really really happy lah. OH YEAH! we were even more high because after that we can go out of camp to eat!!!!! Woah now everyone high liaooooo. Walking back to guitar room again i saw i junior. she thought we  were crazy lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went to hougang point as a team and ta pao as a team oso. then after that we go and buy bubble tea~ then Fatul made up some sick joke about the old aunty blending the oreo spin in the blender. then Deon and Kennedy went to change it to make it sicker. no wait. add more thing and make it sicker.&lt;br /&gt;Bought PEPSI and GREEN TEA.&lt;br /&gt;then the 2 high boys (Kennedy and Deon) went on about how green tea kill sperm =.= Green tea. and i didnt even get to drink it!&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we were like all HIGH LIAO. We go back into the guitar room (YES AGAIN I KNOW) and dance to the YMCA song. fun sial. Oh yeah. on the second day Kennedy got wacked by Jessica when we were playing OUCH. I went to wack Jones. IT FELT GREAT. :D not me getting wacked lah. Me wacking Jones :D&lt;br /&gt;We finished everything for the day very early and we had alot of time to play and bond. so We went to the canteen and finish YET ANOTHER bottle of pepsi. and the guys started pole dancing with a POLE (well of course) AND with each other. And yes. unfortunately i was insane (Due to green tea. 2 pack+more than half of 1.5l bottle of green tea) to attempt to seduce Deon. he was like OKAY and then Kennedy came in and humped him. then they like pole danced each other. GROSS! ROFL imagine what would happen if i fed these kids beer??!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Then we found out we were not cleaning toilet the next day. EVEN MORE HIGH. when everyone bathe we went back to guitar room (AGAIN I KNOW AGAIN! SO IRRITATING!) to do push ups. The guys we like standing outside the girl's toilet only waiting for us i think. LOL. when we reached the guitar room and pump finish. Jones on song and we HIGH again. LOL. monkeys umping around LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went bitching at the parade square after that. I hate the parade square leh! I hear alot of stories and can feel thing one. but i prayed and suddenly the sky brighten. OH THE POWER OF THE LORD! *Ahem* then i was not very scared anymore. and decided to share my bitch fit story about &lt;tauporks!&gt; had great fun with that topic. then someone got sick and everyone had to go back to take temperature. mine was high man! teacher almost wanted to send me back. :( so i drink water and take my temperature under the fan then it dropped alot. :) Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine scare me at night lor. talk to me. I think she dreaming of me sial!!! Haha. Dream of my sleeping bag. must be very cold ar o.O but i had to kick her at night cause i scared she was having a nightmare and will like. too scared and you know.... so with my reflex action i tenderized her ass :D&lt;br /&gt;Next day nothing special. only that we kena breakfast cleaning duty and we steal alot of soya milk :) hehe. then the milk keep on spilling on the floor. it was buring hot you know! we used a mop on a table. i had the job of squeezing out the water and other thing from the mop. stand on it and jump jump jump only :D&lt;br /&gt;the last activity was the very irritating Silent Web. :( i look at it i want to die lo.but i have to keep the confidence in the team. half way alot of people had to go home to put bag and go to NDP. the moderators. of the team was left with very little people. like 9 people only!!!! when all of the people go home liao i attempted to faster choing to the hall again. but my legs wont let me (too.many *gasp* squats!) so i walked o.0 I managed to reach in the nick of time. they were reaching the end part. the part they have alot of trouble with. so i help them :D(well duh) and guess what? nearing the end, the instructor lengthen the time and told us the winning team will get DOUBLE THE POINTS! that would be enought to ninja 1st place! so we were like motivated once again! the last few parts were very tense. then we ran out of the hall and started screaming out heads off. out of the whole camp we lose alot but in the end we won. Thats COMMITMENT BABY!!!! :) then dad came and wisped me away to a land of never ending food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it. All 3 days. Really short for one post already lor. don complain.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Photos should be up tomorrow. if i'm not lazy. and yes. My legs still hurt like HELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2012552880989184481?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2012552880989184481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2012552880989184481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2012552880989184481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2012552880989184481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-today-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-8151575702688662314</id><published>2009-05-30T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:12:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want something real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SiEipUjQmyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zSMrSEm7REA/s1600-h/DSC03185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SiEipUjQmyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zSMrSEm7REA/s320/DSC03185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341588726324697890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my not so secret crush,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long crush if i may say. I've known you for so long. Hinted so obviously. Yet you're so clueless. Or are you avoiding me intentionally?&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm not the best of the best. Not the smartest. Not the prettiest or the one with the best figure. But I have dreams too.  I'm human and I want a life. I've noticed that i cling on to the past. And never noticed that people change. But thats what change people. So i am forced to change. Let go of the past and have a future.&lt;br /&gt;You're innocence hurt me. Indirectly. I dont like feeling empty. As I already am. I've tried to tell you. To explain in the simplest or words. with the thinnest vocabulary possible. But you are oblivious. Yes. Ignorance is bliss. But isnt this a little over?&lt;br /&gt;You dont talk to me. you dont understand me. You dont want to call. you dont respond. are you trying to hint me back? Are you trying to tell me to back off? I dont want to be shunned like this. I really, really want to feel something real.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know? Sometime is go to church and wonder if this crush is really worth it. how i treasured you so much and shined your not to sharp skills to utter perfection to my friends? Was it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8151575702688662314?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8151575702688662314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8151575702688662314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8151575702688662314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8151575702688662314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-something-real.html' title='I want something real'/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/SiEipUjQmyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zSMrSEm7REA/s72-c/DSC03185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-4703538622884116999</id><published>2009-05-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:58:17.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of semester 2 of school.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 camps packed in for the month and i aint loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jacks place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo very full right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant talk. just thought that I'd attempt to revive this dying blog that's been on life support since forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spammer flu is over! you can take you're masks off now. The bugs are extincted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4703538622884116999?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4703538622884116999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4703538622884116999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4703538622884116999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4703538622884116999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-marks-last-day-of-semester-2-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1438413728317576097</id><published>2009-05-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:01:37.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey babe-licious babes out there!&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of my nerve wrecking paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS PAPER TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. that will also mean i'm pretty much free from studying without eating.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, to all who think i'm dieting, I'M NOT. so please. if you're going to assume something, GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT. Becauseeee, like what miss Tey said : " Anything that is backed by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; evidence is correct and must be debated if opposed.". I'm afraid what you've said is not relevant since i'm not losing any weight. AH WELL. Thats a ZERO on you're reporttt caaard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. went to watch 17 again today.&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Toooooo many make out scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;A teenage guy talking about no sex? AWKWARRRDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;It's down right mushy. DON'T I repeat. DON'T, eat with sweat popcorn. Dammit it was sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;The characters did not change at all. It was too mild. Good thing i got the movie for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. If you're a huge Troy Bolten fan. It's kinda okay to watch this movie star move around. NOT that i mean i'm a fan or anything HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER NEWS UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it theeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SPAMER FLU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had the.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRD FLU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... We have theeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIG FLU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, it's a very bad thing going around here in BLOG SOCIETY. Many people are getting it. Even i've gotten it if any of you have realized but heck i got rid of IT easily. :)&lt;br /&gt;A few tips I conjured up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Keep a low profile.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Yes i know its nice to be sociable and friendly to other people, but we must remember. There are MANY people out there. uh huh uh huh. many. With many mind sets and thinking structures.&lt;br /&gt;Example...:some people may think SAW 5 is the cutest show on earth but some people like its gory and disgusting. Like me. Well i think you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Dont spam you're blog&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Life can go on without such people around! we should be civilized and kind hearted!  you can even set up a personal spamming board for the spammers! let them spam that if they get kicks out of it. you see, what these people are looking for are relatiation and irritation. dont give in to them! Act as if their not there and carry on with life. it's exam period now. you've got to focus. Dont spend your time thinking of what you'll shoot back at them! See? Good karmar and better results!&lt;br /&gt;Example...: Take desmond's blog as an example. He's got 2 tagboards. he could easily made the other tagboard a spammer's tagboard. but i guess thats for convinience sake. Just a structural example. Dont take anything to heart yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:&lt;br /&gt;Spam and Ban&lt;br /&gt;Reason: If you can't take these bugs anymore, you could SWAT them. and i mean banning. If anyone does not know, there is actually a pesticide button for tagboard owners. If you're tagboard has been infested with bugs like those, there is actually a banning button in CBOX.WS i'm not sure of the webbie so google it. Anyways. these kind of things are very effective for no-nonsense people.&lt;br /&gt;Example...: Look. I dont really have an example so let me think of something near relevant?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Okay heres the thing. I havent really banned anyone yet. but if they get on my nerves I'll ban them. Maybe a sign of defeat. but really. I dont really have the time to care about them. I need to play my facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;No Need To Meet Them&lt;br /&gt;Reasons: Look. it's as good as saying 'I wanna meet you cause you hurt my feelings!' in person. sounds logical? Try doing that to a roach. It's pointless! Especially if the roach eat the cake and tells you he's not eating it. =.= anyways. just saying its not a good thing. Spammers dont back down. Like Ticks on a Dog. So spammers arent dogs. their ticks. Correction. Bloodsuckers. dont lets them suck ur blood swat them. Refer to tip THREE.&lt;br /&gt;Example...:&lt;br /&gt;No examples really. Just a tip not to meet them. They could bring a gang though. and if you HAPPEN to be insecure you would bring a bunch of friends...&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK?!---&lt;br /&gt;You guys talk it out...&lt;br /&gt;Not happy?&lt;br /&gt;I hit you...&lt;br /&gt;You hit me...&lt;br /&gt;GANGFIGHHHTTTT&lt;br /&gt;Ring ring police?&lt;br /&gt;KABAM&lt;br /&gt;There goes you're life's future. so think about it abit yeah babes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;Find them.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: I found this reason on another blog. Yes. It could be a backstabbing friend of yours. so if you're cyber literate enough it would best if you gather a bunch of friends with tagboards to check their IP addresses. If you manage to find the person or people, you'll have the satisfaction of finding them. No no dont go confronting them. just keep the satisfation close to ur heart and laugh at the bugs. I mean really. You will meaningfully laugh at them. Usually, Cyber facades are a major contrast to one's everday lives. let it shock you, Humour you.. i dont know. But the result wil the entertaining. Probably... But remember. Keep good karmar.&lt;br /&gt;Example...:&lt;br /&gt;If i found a bug, I would probably send a virus to It. But having to be a good person, I would just have a group of friends gossip abit. (a little gossip never hurt anybody. Just ALITTLE. I'm a GIRL of pete's sake) then you'll find it doesnt affect you anymore. simple as that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is CHERIE, reporting to you LIVE from HOME :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;*closing song plays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1438413728317576097?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1438413728317576097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1438413728317576097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1438413728317576097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1438413728317576097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-babe-licious-babes-out-there-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4859977912967985802</id><published>2009-05-05T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:20:58.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;Ah hah. The day where all that tuition pays off.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i'm kinda confident. Its a weird feeling. hmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;A few OH YA! 's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA! 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I brought home all the stuff from under my table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYA! 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Tatum and I Made New names for ourselves. Meet Tastum Roysetti and Cherbly Sink :D Jia En Got one too. It's JayAn Bain&lt;br /&gt;Mui Peng - Mei Piang&lt;br /&gt;Canny- Candy&lt;br /&gt;Allen Dale - Alien Banana&lt;br /&gt;Zi Yuan - Round Paper :)&lt;br /&gt;I must not reveal Marcus one! It's too mean! Tatum knows it. go squeeze it out of her yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! o3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Alot of people didnt come today. Yesterday record number of people went home. GASP! New kind of flu? Study Flu? :) Actually no leh. It's Text Book Allergy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Jasmine Did her practical today! The puffs were awesome and waffels were great. Sad thing she failed her time limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Joel Sms-ed me today and apparently he thought I was pregnant cause I told him i was sick cause i felt like puking o.O Seriously, I was like WTF. not all pukings are related to pregnancy stupid! but of course i, being the best of my kind, did not say that. sigh. Another reason for liking a smarter guy. But his still nice overall :) Brains dont really matter. But I dont want someone retarded either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. gtg now. :)&lt;br /&gt;CHERIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4859977912967985802?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4859977912967985802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4859977912967985802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4859977912967985802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4859977912967985802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomorrow-is-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3866550684221508384</id><published>2009-05-03T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:24:59.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so bored the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to church today.&lt;br /&gt;Rekha come over...&lt;br /&gt;dang all the eating photos are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. pretty much hung out the whole day with her.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat long john then go and play SIMS&lt;br /&gt;MR KIMCHI HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Joel's MSN nick LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored to even blog.&lt;br /&gt;reading manga now.&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya lata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3866550684221508384?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3866550684221508384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3866550684221508384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3866550684221508384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3866550684221508384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-so-bored-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1581499745229063131</id><published>2009-04-30T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:49:15.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English was cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh today had cluster games. was so boring so passed my time learning how to play Wii and talking to lexus. Too bad though. Hougang Badminton didnt win anything. :( Mr Roslan's leg was injured.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Vani plays bloody well too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact o1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Winsome was MIA-ing alot so i tried to call her. but i found that her phone was in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.F 02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aini started playing some weird football game with only 1 pair of hands. I won. I'm gooood at this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.F 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone left their bag in the hall and went home. Ez-link card all inside. Not sure about the IC i dont think that guy is 15 yet. I'm not. Turning 15 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.F 04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucks on my side. Bus was at the bus stop when i escaped from school at 6.30. Managed to run to it in time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.F 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Couldn't play and badminton cause they polished the damn floor so i risked falling every 3 seconds. I got owned by Lexus btw :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that concludes it.&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you Next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1581499745229063131?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1581499745229063131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1581499745229063131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1581499745229063131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1581499745229063131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/english-was-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5661453458224084337</id><published>2009-04-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:06:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy today is over.&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wanna go back and alter it.&lt;br /&gt;Buut....&lt;br /&gt;I know i wont think of anything&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll just have to be happy the day is over right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISH MY CHINESE EXAM!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. I'm going to fail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Atum Tatum didnt have to come to school today. so jealous! She's CLB Chinese Basic. Makes me wanna drop my Chinese and just have chinese B cause it'd had so much easier!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the paper was a screw up so lets not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lataaaa&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be studying English. I dont know how i'm going to to it but OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be ANOTHER boring night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By peeps&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you some other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;br /&gt;P.S I want another Parrot :)&lt;br /&gt;PEPEPEPEEEW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5661453458224084337?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5661453458224084337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5661453458224084337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5661453458224084337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5661453458224084337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9098354634906125537</id><published>2009-04-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:31:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;guess what i've been doin' tooday??&lt;br /&gt;Thats right!&lt;br /&gt;BEING RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CHERIE obtained Newspaper!&lt;br /&gt;-CHERIE wants to fall sick tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;-CHERIE plays with other people's newspaper!&lt;br /&gt;-CHERIE has 6 free periods today!&lt;br /&gt;-CHERIE is going to flunk physics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PA2iT6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7-qWVBRmCYQ/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PA2iT6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7-qWVBRmCYQ/s320/DSC02969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300132408217506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS is cherie. Dont ask her where she got that newspaper hat from. Vivian made it for her. She was  um. Amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PJv4fmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ycZv4IpV9yY/s1600-h/DSC02968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PJv4fmI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ycZv4IpV9yY/s320/DSC02968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300134796230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she takes a picture with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PP5JSHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A3gw2wHQQkM/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PP5JSHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/A3gw2wHQQkM/s320/DSC02965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300136445692018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hui yu's mega big pencil!&lt;br /&gt;Bought from : Daioh!&lt;br /&gt;Location: Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. It is a pencil. You really can right with it. Another reason why people dont have these things in their pencil boxes are mainly because it's very unstable and the rubber at the end flies off every 3 seconds. It's heavy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you guys sometime tororrow?&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9098354634906125537?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9098354634906125537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9098354634906125537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9098354634906125537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9098354634906125537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-people-guess-what-ive-been-doin.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SfV6PA2iT6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7-qWVBRmCYQ/s72-c/DSC02969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-6751201542372780429</id><published>2009-04-25T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:02:35.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Today went to tuition. Adam's singapore prepaid card no money so cannot message me. cute sia :)&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm online so we can talk le.&lt;br /&gt;IT'SSSSS BEEEN SSOOOOOO BOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;i wan play farmtown oso cannot cause my craps arent grown yet. so frustrated!!!&lt;br /&gt;that oso means i cant give jasmine a job. LOL she asked me lol&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go swimming with sis today but i didnt want to so she don wan go :D so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i past my time lah.&lt;br /&gt;read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;linked blogs&lt;br /&gt;random blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fanfiction&lt;br /&gt;Random manga&lt;br /&gt;Watch random videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes life is so random right now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is in check&lt;br /&gt;Cant WAIT to disappear from this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6751201542372780429?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6751201542372780429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6751201542372780429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6751201542372780429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6751201542372780429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh-today-went-to-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3717296889342330924</id><published>2009-04-24T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:15:25.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEG3dTl47Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEG3dTl47Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The world is coming to an end! And soon, I'll be ruptured and go to live with the Lord God that awaits me in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;But it's still not too late to repent and come over to Christianity! You don't need to be in the ministry of be a believer for many years, you just have to trust god and you with see the change in your life!&lt;br /&gt;The videos of my pastor, the one that help create the above clip will welcome you with open arms! you can come to my sunday service, it's on, well of course, SUNDAY at 9am and 11am. I go for the 11am session. the youth service starts at the time too. but i dont find it all that fun to go to other that the centuary.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're inspired and willing to come to the lord, I would be most happy to welcome you into the kingdom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3717296889342330924?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3717296889342330924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3717296889342330924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3717296889342330924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3717296889342330924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1411182505959398276</id><published>2009-04-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:22:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARES ME:&lt;br /&gt;1)Anything that has more than 4 legs and moves&lt;br /&gt;2)Pain&lt;br /&gt;3)Examinations&lt;br /&gt;4)God&lt;br /&gt;5)Heights&lt;br /&gt;6)Emotional pain&lt;br /&gt;7)Losing someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE THE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1)Love♥;&lt;br /&gt;2)Friends&lt;br /&gt;3)Attention&lt;br /&gt;4)Books&lt;br /&gt;5)Music&lt;br /&gt;6)Joel :)&lt;br /&gt;7)Manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1)My Bed&lt;br /&gt;2)My boster&lt;br /&gt;3)My pillow&lt;br /&gt;4)CHERIE JR.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5)The blanket&lt;br /&gt;6)Stereooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;7)scratch hankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1)I Like RED&lt;br /&gt;2)I HEART GOD :)&lt;br /&gt;3)I HEART JOEL :)&lt;br /&gt;4)I Still heart Korean Boy :) (Mui Peng. Who is Shai????!&lt;br /&gt;5)I hate rotting at home&lt;br /&gt;6)I Read manga&lt;br /&gt;7)I am Very Random. A.D.D maybe? ah the flaws of perfection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;1)Set up a restaurant call "SUI BIAN'&lt;br /&gt;2)Go to Korean And Japan.&lt;br /&gt;3)Get Married&lt;br /&gt;4)Meet an alien&lt;br /&gt;5)A Happy family reunion? A dream would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;6)Be an Accomplished manga artist&lt;br /&gt;7)Write a book about my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO&lt;br /&gt;1) Draw&lt;br /&gt;2) Hack&lt;br /&gt;3) Grow Fat :)&lt;br /&gt;4) Make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;5) Emo&lt;br /&gt;6) Write&lt;br /&gt;7) Love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN'T DO&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to the toilet by myself before turning on every single light on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;2) Rot at home&lt;br /&gt;3) Take insults&lt;br /&gt;4) Be happy when i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;5) Do math without sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6) stop biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;7)Trust anyone who have betrayed me before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACTS ME TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;1) Personality&lt;br /&gt;2) His eyes&lt;br /&gt;3) The bodyyyyy Hawt-ness&lt;br /&gt;4)Good in studies&lt;br /&gt;5)Good in sport&lt;br /&gt;6)Able to give in&lt;br /&gt;7)Must not flirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1) WeeeeHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;2)Lol *smile*&lt;br /&gt;3)The hell?&lt;br /&gt;4)Raaaaandom&lt;br /&gt;5)LOL&lt;br /&gt;6)Huh&lt;br /&gt;7)HUUUUAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEEPS I WAN TO SEE TAKING TIS TEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not goooing toooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MUI PENG :D -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1411182505959398276?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1411182505959398276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1411182505959398276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1411182505959398276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1411182505959398276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/seven-things-that-scares-me-1anything.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4889764022685630685</id><published>2009-04-22T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:03:55.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words about life so far?&lt;br /&gt;One word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4889764022685630685?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4889764022685630685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4889764022685630685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4889764022685630685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4889764022685630685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-about-life-so-far-one-word-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7075320543296519187</id><published>2009-04-12T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:36:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SeG034yZO_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/59NEssmvfGA/s1600-h/Ryeowooktie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SeG034yZO_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/59NEssmvfGA/s320/Ryeowooktie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323735106758196210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random Post Of The Day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuai Anot? Yes! I Know! And His KOREAN ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today went to church and blah. Went home after eating. then was talking to Rekha about Korean guys. she was like. IF YOU LIKE MY KOREAN BF YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Arcade with my cousins on good friday :D&lt;br /&gt;Then I have AUDIENCE :)&lt;br /&gt;All guys. I wan playing Drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL. let me go Memorize  all&lt;br /&gt;the features of my NEW KBF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you some time later&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7075320543296519187?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7075320543296519187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7075320543296519187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7075320543296519187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7075320543296519187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-post-of-day-d-shuai-anot-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/SeG034yZO_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/59NEssmvfGA/s72-c/Ryeowooktie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-7832293458489801981</id><published>2009-04-09T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:51:54.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been so busy these few days!&lt;br /&gt;Drama was crazy i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;they had training every single day for the week till SYF (which is today FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams?&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to debate for 1 mark with the hsitory teacher. DONT talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. SFY was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;A few screw ups but yeah. it was good. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cheered on the bus lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Blundered at CJC. TATUM!&lt;br /&gt;Was dragging her on the floor. One word. EPIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I wanna go read my manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you tomorrow. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7832293458489801981?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7832293458489801981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7832293458489801981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7832293458489801981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7832293458489801981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-so-busy-these-few-days-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1605784176749451908</id><published>2009-04-06T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:46:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There;s no pictures today. Cause i'm in no mood for stuff like that now.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a full RANTING SESSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to school and took history paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on her mind: The source base was easy as crap. But screw it. the structured essay was bloody tough. Let's not talk about it. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was flu-ing the whole day. So much for Skinny bitch. Popped 3 tablets in the end. It's worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then drama was REALLY drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing dress up in the dressing room when we were found by this guy and girl. Since we were all useless people A.K.A not the main characters. Like Calefare, Dressing people, Make up people. And stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then this girl with one of the roles one in.&lt;br /&gt;We ask her to shoo cause it would attract attention which would lead to something bad. so okay she leaves. But then, she keeps going past out window and stuff. like omg. So much for not blowing our cover.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy went out the tell her something. To stay away or something?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. Dont care either.&lt;br /&gt;Then they come rushing in. Him with a paper bag and her behind him. Cornered and wacked. then pissed he wacks her. I mean. DUH HUMAN REFLEX.&lt;br /&gt;Then what happens?&lt;br /&gt;she goes out to tell people. I dont know who. just someone.&lt;br /&gt;Then when everyone knows about it, and strangely not the drama person, She asks who leaked the story. BABE. It was you!&lt;br /&gt;So yar. alot of things happened. stuff i thought i would only witness on the telly.&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I'm running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1605784176749451908?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1605784176749451908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1605784176749451908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1605784176749451908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1605784176749451908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-no-pictures-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5375682945709943203</id><published>2009-04-04T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:43:37.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Video Of The Day ;D&lt;br /&gt;This is really touching. It's about what happens when males and females live separately. One day one from each side finds that what confines them is a wall of glass. They communicate through drawing on the wall. The guy eventually fall for her and tries to get to her by breaking the glass wall. but he breaks his master arm because he could break it. Next day he come back and the girl wants to draw with him. But he can't cause he broke is arm. Then she gives in something. I have no idea what was in the box though. But in the end he died. Really peacefully D':&lt;br /&gt;Too bad such guys dont exist in really life :( I'm going back to liking anime guys. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event today&lt;br /&gt;Studying. Thats kind it. Going to mug myself to death. Unless some anime guy crawls out of my computer and saves me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5375682945709943203?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5375682945709943203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5375682945709943203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5375682945709943203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5375682945709943203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-video-of-day-d-this-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3242596089715947986</id><published>2009-04-04T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:01:00.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to school for drama. Went there really early and no one was there. turned out that they came earlier and found the voice box closed. so they went back home. they come back though. although some were just plain late.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. went to eat Chendol with tatum and her friend at 11. then I went back to school to wait for jasmine to finish her angklong and take her free food. JASMINE YOU CHEEEPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu1RK8iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tF-307fSO-U/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu1RK8iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tF-307fSO-U/s320/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320739881520656930" border="0" /&gt;This is tatum eating her chendol. Looks very nice to eat right? It was really sweet though. Thats why we loved it. Got really high after that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu2xu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kSkcFVqctpg/s1600-h/DSC02698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu2xu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kSkcFVqctpg/s320/DSC02698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320739881925663122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ewwww. Tatum was playing with her food! it was really really sick. the wost thing was. she was still able to stomach it down. Oh my god. it looked blended by the time she finished it. It was so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu-N3GaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/j_HlA9NNVak/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu-N3GaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/j_HlA9NNVak/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320739883922692514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me i guess. have no idea it got into my phone. they probably took a picture of me while i was eating. So unglam! Oh by the way. I borrowed this awesome book from Tatum. It's called 'Skinny Bitch' Is super funny and interesting. You should try it. But go to the library cause i'm not going to be finished with it for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Time for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQuz63Y3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/wdgklTbF5YE/s1600-h/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQuz63Y3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/wdgklTbF5YE/s320/DSC02659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320739881158665074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQumfCN3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/rhmM0z3EfkU/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQumfCN3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/rhmM0z3EfkU/s320/DSC02658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320739877552273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random Post Of The Day!;D&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand what we are doing, let me tell you. We are trying to make toilet faces. You know the ones you make when you get constipated? yeah. that one :D But I can't help but say. Rekha's one is so much more convincing. You're good at this Rokii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall for the day&lt;br /&gt;: Bad. I hate saturdays. Especially when  I've got too much time on my hands and can only spend it thinking about him. This is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Puppy Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3242596089715947986?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3242596089715947986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3242596089715947986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3242596089715947986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3242596089715947986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-went-to-school-for-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdcQu1RK8iI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tF-307fSO-U/s72-c/DSC02696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-645679154988583448</id><published>2009-04-03T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:43:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! Today IS A FRIDAAAAAAAAAAAY. Which ment i get to go home early for the week!&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY, I had to stay back for scrabble training. which really was a waste of time cause we spent pretty much the whole time talking, laughing and cheating with the scrabble dictionary. :S&lt;br /&gt;Here's a memory of today.&lt;br /&gt;No wait.&lt;br /&gt;MANY MEMORIES *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqaHJ84I/AAAAAAAAAT8/FyCLpIFB2rI/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqaHJ84I/AAAAAAAAAT8/FyCLpIFB2rI/s320/DSC02690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374767650993026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             This is Tatum and thats Me :D. And the word below is my day's Word  Pet. Mainly cause I made the word but never got to use it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXE3BUvVvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6MNSeVO4UJw/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXE3BUvVvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6MNSeVO4UJw/s320/DSC02691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374984335382258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Hows this up for size? This is miss April Ng. Yes another Ng. But i guess this Ng was not as bad :D WEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqajHbBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/A_pT4n3wWOw/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqajHbBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/A_pT4n3wWOw/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374767768267794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            And yes Tatum is barfing into the scrabble 'scramble' bag. Cause she thought ZOON was some disgusting word. Oh and Tatum. LEMONS, LIMES AND YOU KNOW WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqB6FPgI/AAAAAAAAATs/LOGZqdcVv_8/s1600-h/DSC02686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqB6FPgI/AAAAAAAAATs/LOGZqdcVv_8/s320/DSC02686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374761153707522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet PIMPY. My word pet. Reasons as shown above :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqD7wBdI/AAAAAAAAATk/PVlvLeX4-E8/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqD7wBdI/AAAAAAAAATk/PVlvLeX4-E8/s320/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374761697576402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. once again I have forgotten here name (yes! for the 5th time today! gotta call Tatum but i'm too lazy!) But i reffer to her as The girl that would never quit chasing Tatum, Wei Woon and me from out Parade square spot o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhfdmKbI/AAAAAAAAATc/Zy62HkcB0Gw/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhfdmKbI/AAAAAAAAATc/Zy62HkcB0Gw/s320/DSC02683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374614468471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMEN. the jokes below i think. Someone made some word that opened an 'O' for me. I added the word 'men' and Ta da. OMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhYFT7XI/AAAAAAAAATU/Uzyf3A665NY/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhYFT7XI/AAAAAAAAATU/Uzyf3A665NY/s320/DSC02682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374612487564658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah. thats the joke right there. This was actually formed with my words. At first I made the word PIMP then the pieces got knocked over. I placed the 'Pimp' word on the tile holder and randomly placed the last 3. and TA DA guess what Cherie got?? PIMP MEN LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhHde92I/AAAAAAAAATE/bO1PBN9p63c/s1600-h/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhHde92I/AAAAAAAAATE/bO1PBN9p63c/s320/DSC02680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374608025548642" border="0" /&gt;PIMP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhFPZhbI/AAAAAAAAATM/GNmDetheupQ/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhFPZhbI/AAAAAAAAATM/GNmDetheupQ/s320/DSC02681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374607429600690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MEN. Together they form? PIMP MEN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I borrowed some three Baby Blues comic books and went home. I mean. Bus-ed home ;D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way? I hate my ez-ink card. Still had the FAT face and SHORT haired girl starring back at me. and You know me. I hate ugly things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. what a contradiction to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhKXL0JI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lHC2gEDarpU/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEhKXL0JI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lHC2gEDarpU/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320374608804434066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not quite related. so i guess it can form the...&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM POST OF THE DAY ;D&lt;br /&gt;This was the paw points for my pet society pet --BAKAusagiix&lt;br /&gt;Really satanic right? I know!!! thats why i had to take a picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I guess i'll have to end here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant to you tomorrow again :D&lt;br /&gt;Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-645679154988583448?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/645679154988583448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=645679154988583448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/645679154988583448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/645679154988583448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-today-is-fridaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdXEqaHJ84I/AAAAAAAAAT8/FyCLpIFB2rI/s72-c/DSC02690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-8791306064905884162</id><published>2009-04-02T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:23:01.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdSd3BcLelI/AAAAAAAAAS0/UIwYG4Uu26U/s1600-h/RARW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdSd3BcLelI/AAAAAAAAAS0/UIwYG4Uu26U/s320/RARW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320050628436392530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randome Post Of The Day  ;D&lt;br /&gt;A little daddy Daughter bonding.&lt;br /&gt;Family Needs to have some FUN too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally forgot about blogging yesterday. LOL was very busy. with who knows what. Cause seriously? I forgot. anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia en was fasting today. It was really funny cause Hui Yu was tempting her with sweets. Plus. She sat in front of me and jasmine while we ate our Lunch/Recess whatever you would call that. I felt bad. At first. Then I went and tempt her as well. She's good man. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that. Was bitching to yuan ling about the new principle and the rumors going around. School? 9Am to 5pm? Then CCA will start AFTER that. then they want to make one period one hour! Oh my god. I think this school is going to lose it's appeal in NO time. I mean. I am not staying in a school that is going to take away my free time. I'll transfer to bowen or something. Oh my gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Lit teacher got angry cause we were not there early. but wei. she also never tell us where to go right? partly her fault also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had drama today. Was super funny lah. Got the walking in and out part have sound effect. then tatum says it sounded like goats eating carrots. While waiting for our turn to perform, we did some random Hula. would love to post some pictures but my phone was no where near me. oh yea. and tatum does the 'spongebob' well ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. then it was back home for computer and dinner. School still ends so late for me. I barely get any time for myself! and i mean 3 hours the least. I start homework at 8.30 sometimes i'm too tired to do anything at all! This school is getting more and more atrocrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta for now. Rant to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore in Insane!&lt;br /&gt;-Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8791306064905884162?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8791306064905884162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8791306064905884162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8791306064905884162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8791306064905884162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/04/randome-post-of-day-d-little-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdSd3BcLelI/AAAAAAAAAS0/UIwYG4Uu26U/s72-c/RARW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-1358544464591266986</id><published>2009-03-31T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T03:22:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdHqjoZDBkI/AAAAAAAAASs/a4TJzK1qavk/s1600-h/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdHqjoZDBkI/AAAAAAAAASs/a4TJzK1qavk/s320/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319290532760061506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Post of The Day ;D&lt;br /&gt;Behold. Cherie's failed attempt of model-photo taking. Took this in IKEA. yea. was this bored. so I found myself a white wall and shamelessly took a picture of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant&lt;br /&gt;Today I had PE. Oh my GAWD. could have died. I was having womanly cramps, Blocked nose and was coughing! then the PE teacher made me run 2.4! don care lah! walk and run. couldn't stretch properly without that disgusting feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Then. Went for ART. Ate Pocky during class. Marcus and Zi Yuan super auto de! one shot take like 5! then after that still take. i think they ate more than i did! D: so there went the Pocky. Just before class started =.=&lt;br /&gt;Went to draw the corridoor around alpha block. then GUESS WHAT. Dong Won talk to me leh! Leeeets Guess!&lt;br /&gt;He ask me because he....&lt;br /&gt;a) Wanted my number and get to know me....&lt;br /&gt;b)Don't know what to do cause teacher sent us out of class?&lt;br /&gt;c) Was looking for Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;Well. tag me to see what you think! Although the answer is kinda obvious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I decided not to change into my uniform cause i was super sweaty. and wearing the uniform over sweat would be down right disgusting. No questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was kinda Boooooringgggg. only that. AHEM wait arrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAND GOT GOLD FOR SYF!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah man! Yuan Ling was soooo uptight during class that she used my phone to sms her friends! then when they did not reply, i went to sms winsome and probably the whole band LOL. i think all of them recieved it. Sec 3 only laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did not go to Ncc today. Was coughing badly and my flu was making me dizzy. No no not the flu. It was the medicine. soooo bloody tired you know! and my cramps. EEEEEWWWW. If aunty was as naive as i am, I had just about every reason not to go to school today. Just about. PLUS. today is sir alif's birthday! was i going to stand around and let that big shot push me around? no way! definately not! so i guess all that uncomfort was worth it. Some how. But it was still a pain in the ass to live with during class! People wan to study one leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. Current obsession Is Ryan Higa. the one from youtube? Yea NigaHiga. So awesome. Did you know he is actually Japanese? yeah. New fact. A Japanese can look Korean but a Korean can't look like a Japanese. Ah well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1358544464591266986?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1358544464591266986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1358544464591266986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1358544464591266986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1358544464591266986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-post-of-day-d-behold.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdHqjoZDBkI/AAAAAAAAASs/a4TJzK1qavk/s72-c/DSC02162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-8468910077193947196</id><published>2009-03-30T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:11:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdCKH23JbaI/AAAAAAAAASc/GeEda9zReKM/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdCKH23JbaI/AAAAAAAAASc/GeEda9zReKM/s320/DSC02443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318903027515092386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Post of The Day ;D&lt;br /&gt;Was attempting crystallization (see! got do homework one okay!). I didn't really get the sugar back. It burned cause i did not stir enough. what a waste right? I only remembered that I used ALOT of sugar. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was reaaaallly boring. Exams are next week and i am SCREWED like really. now that the pressure is kicking in. It's really really blue.&lt;br /&gt;There are CCTVs in the classrooms now. it's like those you find at hougang point NTUC there you know? the ones in front of cashiers. and trust me. I'm not a cashier. Nuh uh.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO found out that Uncle Daniel and Uncle John are leaving the school! Tomorrow will be the last day for Uncle John and Uncle Daniel's will end in October! It's practically tragic! D:&lt;br /&gt;I hate Mr Fong! Jealous than say lah! why are you taking it out on the long time staff? School uniform want to change, Tie and collar pin oso wan to change. What's You're BLOODY PROBLEM?! BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. More tragic news. Shang Hon A.K.A the tall and cute Korean guy that knows how to play the piano SHAVED HIS HEAD. OMG WHY WHY WHY?! WHY ARE ALL THE KOREAN PEOPLE SHAVING THEIR HEADS?! *calms down* I seriously think they've met Joel. Damn it! RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more tragic news. There is Ncc tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;NCC:&lt;br /&gt;A CCA of which you go to, to be tekan and scolded/yelled at/insulted and ETC .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER WORDS, IT SUCKS. they took away our sergent rank lah! we owe the frinkin CLTs 1300 push ups! They should just burn in hell lah! tmr better have seikang. Miss Mr Roslan already. But now that you've mentioned it, I'll be teaching the NCC Jr.s tmr. Hope I get Part Bs. heard they were easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee gtg~&lt;br /&gt;Chows people! :D&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8468910077193947196?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8468910077193947196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8468910077193947196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8468910077193947196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8468910077193947196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-post-of-day-d-was-attempting.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SdCKH23JbaI/AAAAAAAAASc/GeEda9zReKM/s72-c/DSC02443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-875486359078208503</id><published>2009-03-29T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:32:06.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc9mX-_EvkI/AAAAAAAAASM/ME0NfxH-0A4/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc9mX-_EvkI/AAAAAAAAASM/ME0NfxH-0A4/s320/DSC02337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318582247178419778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random post of the day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If life gives you lemons, make orange juice! Like how i used my disposable camera to take pictures of myself instead of the scenery! shhhh! Keep it a secret!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a looong day today. went to church and was feeling reaaalllly tired. I actually thought my pimple on my forehead was affecting how i opened my eyes! (and yes i really DO have a bloody pimple on my forehead) That's when i fell asleep in church. &gt;.&lt; so guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I managed to get a few parts sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;If you go to youtube, there's actually a video showing what might happen! Metamophicly speaking of course. It's really cool and the graphic quality is really high. but thanks to Youtube, the quality of the video is really bad ; meaning far from the original, but still watchable. I would love to put it up on my blog but i thought i'd make you go through the trouble of finding it yourself (:&lt;br /&gt;Serch: Revelations&lt;br /&gt;see? enough information already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to SC, no not Sim Cherie, but SIMS CENTRAL to eat lunch. the chicken rice there is POWER but it still cant beat the one at bedok. Too bad that shop was closed down for a year now. Anyways, went up and hung out with my favourite cousin, Jasper. he was playing DragonFable so i just watched and resisted the urge to just asked him to get a life and watch some more educational videos on Youtube. And that was when he showed me how to fold cool airplanes by The Airplane Guy. Went crazy with it after that. With help from the caremel chocolates too (:&lt;br /&gt;Serch on Google: The Airplane Guy&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I've given you guys enough Info. go find it urself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Hougang point. was feeling better after eating and sucessfully conqured the ZzzZ Monster. Managed to buy new ear piece! It's pink. I was looking for red cause the rest of the colours were so YUCK. So yeah. Went around with my sister naming vegetables and cheese :X i got 3 wrong altogether. another reason why i'm not cut out for a house wife!&lt;br /&gt;Search: Go flag a taxi and say 'uncle, Hougang point. Yah yah the one near hougang sec.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. After that we carried the groceries back home and I dominated the computer room. Watched TONS of NigaHiga videos. Was laughing my ass off. played for a good 1.5 hrs and went to eat dinner~&lt;br /&gt;Search Youtube: Nigahiga&lt;br /&gt;It's probably everything you see there so i dont think you have a problem cause if you do, you're stupid. :D TEEHEE &lt;-- wanna know where this came from? watch the vids. they do it SO much better ;D FATALITY&lt;br /&gt; TEEHEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister just stole my ear candy so i'm off to get it back (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye people!&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-875486359078208503?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/875486359078208503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=875486359078208503' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-3653765085082253000</id><published>2009-03-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:00:33.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-281a2a87376e72f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-3983511134068422120</id><published>2009-03-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:43:01.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;DUO GOES WILD IN KOPITIAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The adventures of Rokii (jillian) and Dokii (Cherie) Continues ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40TUL1ofI/AAAAAAAAASE/SISHDK6f4rI/s1600-h/DSC02654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40TUL1ofI/AAAAAAAAASE/SISHDK6f4rI/s320/DSC02654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245716411654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew it's hot and Rokii can't take the heat of her hot noodles! So she signs a contract for SUNSILK advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HkQpQsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qWxrkAx7bN8/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HkQpQsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qWxrkAx7bN8/s320/DSC02653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245514568352450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dokii does not care! she is busy dreaming about a certain someone ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HtCKWkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xdFN61p5gc0/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HtCKWkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xdFN61p5gc0/s320/DSC02652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245516923525698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When asked, her reply is? 'How i know? I dont know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HRsX5zI/AAAAAAAAARs/neeCqAp6Al0/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HRsX5zI/AAAAAAAAARs/neeCqAp6Al0/s320/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245509584381746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unhappy with this, Rokii stuffs herself! she was so into it. she almost ate the chopsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HRs57OI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4uTGealUOs/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HRs57OI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4uTGealUOs/s320/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245509586611426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what she pulled out of her MOUTH. no i mean. what WENT IN ;D Fear the noodles of longevity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HF021cI/AAAAAAAAARc/pKXjZVxOINQ/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40HF021cI/AAAAAAAAARc/pKXjZVxOINQ/s320/DSC02644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318245506398737858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noodles that could be taller than Rokii! Oh know! the killer noodles strike back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y8FUVgEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gt7x7aCdzQA/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y8FUVgEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gt7x7aCdzQA/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318244217772146754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Dokii conquers it! she puts it on a spoon and slurps it up ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7yPybbI/AAAAAAAAARM/C5T95JNQ5IU/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7yPybbI/AAAAAAAAARM/C5T95JNQ5IU/s320/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318244212652797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT THE NOODLE STRIKES BACK! slides out of her spoon and attacks the unknowing Dokii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7ehDZ7I/AAAAAAAAARE/c1ma_o-C_fw/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7ehDZ7I/AAAAAAAAARE/c1ma_o-C_fw/s320/DSC00346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318244207356503986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THATS WHEN , the HOLY PIE comes in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7RGYAuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/erNkRmYvuMI/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4y7RGYAuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/erNkRmYvuMI/s320/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318244203754947298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whats this?  the pie proves to be coming from around the world! lets take a picture as memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ynKNLSHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ib_WgYqoVsY/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ynKNLSHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ib_WgYqoVsY/s320/DSC00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243858307041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The HOLY PIE defeats the Evil Noodles of Longevity! Dokii takes credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ym54QL5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/G4RgDdTmtSw/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ym54QL5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/G4RgDdTmtSw/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243853924315026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rokii fights for it too! She claims she did not need the help of the HOLY PIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ymkMXe3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/bxHxhyN_QE8/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ymkMXe3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/bxHxhyN_QE8/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243848103099250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rokii having a tough fight with the evil noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ymJmejmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UC3h-BblDho/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4ymJmejmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UC3h-BblDho/s320/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243840964857442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dokii admits defeat! she drops to placing TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4yl_eV1rI/AAAAAAAAAQU/T7g3wwY_R9M/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc4yl_eV1rI/AAAAAAAAAQU/T7g3wwY_R9M/s320/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243838246377138" border="0" /&gt;The victory picture! 'Noodles short, Soup too watery but OVERALL, Worth it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3983511134068422120?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3983511134068422120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3983511134068422120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3983511134068422120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3983511134068422120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/duo-goes-wild-in-kopitiam-adventures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc40TUL1ofI/AAAAAAAAASE/SISHDK6f4rI/s72-c/DSC02654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-932139071859819204</id><published>2009-03-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:24:59.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc2WgYOMVBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W3wh6V5_I0s/s1600-h/Sim+cherie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc2WgYOMVBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W3wh6V5_I0s/s320/Sim+cherie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072217996383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random Post of The Day ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me. was at sports day. Went to camp at venus i think. or was it neptune? i dont quite remember. but i was eating some kind of lolly and my tongue turned blue. so since Jia En was taking pictures with the other fellow 'house hoppers' I thought i'd let her snap a picture of me too. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to make my IC early this morning. Good thing my dad made me wake up super early in the morning. A.K.A  7 am. to get ready and levae. got there at around 8.15. yeah. Really crowed in the morning. and i thought people only rushed to work on weekdays. I guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like. If my New ezlink card is not going to tramatise me, my IC will. cause my dad made me use my photo when i was sec 1. have you any idea how chubby i was then? omg. not to mention tanned. Oh and my tie was crooked. so totally unglam. to think it's going to stay with me for the next *counts on her fingers* 6 years of my life! oh maaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. looks like i'm off. wanna finish visiting people in Pets society.&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap why am i freaking singing that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you're wondering why i hate that song, well. it's currently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;obsession so yeah. bad memories man. but it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear it. go to Youtube and type 'Gee' by Girl's Generation .&lt;br /&gt;Chows for now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-932139071859819204?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/932139071859819204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=932139071859819204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/932139071859819204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/932139071859819204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-post-of-day-d-this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/Sc2WgYOMVBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W3wh6V5_I0s/s72-c/Sim+cherie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-3274908977573107842</id><published>2009-03-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:55:42.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a rush of emotion going through me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I thought would never ever talk to me again because i'm as far away as 'f' class messaged me on msn. He was really polite and willing to talk. surprisingly. His going through a tough time. But he came to me of all people, A person 2 years younger than him. yeah, I risked him really never talking to me ever again and asked him this 'so. if life's so unfair, i can i do to help?' i felt it sounded rather cold to someone who was going throught that rough patch in life. but guess what. he replied. 'I don't know.' does that mean i'm like his confinement? i'm touched. no like really. it must be the good karma coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always the bad news. He doesnt miss me anymore. you know that other boy? yeah. what was his name again? oh yeah. Joel right? oh gawd. feeling so stupid now. yeah. his better off watching korean women dance on youtube and watching some girl called Emily Rose get exorcised or something. And that made me question. why did i like him anyway? did i not know enough of him to start with? you're right i didnt. so it's entirely my own stupid fault to actually like someone like that. I'm trying to think different and his there proving me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you know. after the recent convesation, he totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruined &lt;/span&gt;my touching moment with that other guy. utterly smashing it to the ground as if throwing a lolistick away. 'what do you think?' thats not answering the bloody question stupid. I asked a yes or no question.'what do you think' is not YES OR NO. but oh well. i guess he's read reversed psychology and is trying to put me off the fact of liking him. you know what. come to think of it. it might be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am. feeling all empty inside again.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's not online so there's no bitch fitting to 'fit' with. like a pen with no notepad.&lt;br /&gt;and longnans not online OR is in Singapore. so i cant really enjoy irritating him. not in a sadistic and extremely irritating and annoying way of course.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're friends are just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; you know?&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such an ugly bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes people forget their 'happy doll' has feelings you know?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings it does not wish to have?&lt;br /&gt;Wishing life was just SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;You're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Lets be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Just friends.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why so cruel? what have i done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the isolation begins.&lt;br /&gt;So let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont expect me to be online on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;contact list anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;gone like the wind baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist. I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;A Really, Bitchy, Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gawd I have this.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Utterly &lt;/span&gt;Hate This.&lt;br /&gt;So MUCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3274908977573107842?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3274908977573107842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3274908977573107842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3274908977573107842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3274908977573107842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-rush-of-emotion-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-77611866035832069</id><published>2009-03-27T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:33:57.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEHOLD The CHERIE Cheat Sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a Cherie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie is a Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the colour RED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would only date guys with JET BLACK hair , rare if she finds someone an exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves extremely sweet and savory food but will never ingest any solid and tasteless food that's texture is worst than mock meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to please her is with GOOD FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only in Ncc for CCA points. NOT sporty at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a passion for the arts; music, black and white sketches and drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a very weak immune system ;such as always getting flu on Mondays. Especially Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a fetish for NON-Singaporean guys; Men in singapore? Work and Money. Thats just about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koreans are loved ; she loves their faces and hair styles. some really cute, really handsome or maybe its just the reallly nice hair style not many guys can pull off any other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes NO MAN should talk too much. ; they should pick up hints. if the messages are suddenly short and flat. oops. looks like she does not want to talk no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Violin and Instrumental ; Violins are like women, Guitars are for men. If the man holds a violin, his either very classy or just gay. Music should be pure. no voice but just the singing of that one instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates make up ; Not all girls spend all their time on make up. some wants people to realize their inner beauty. As she says. One will look beautiful if you are confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates camps; Being away from home is no fun. especially if you're in a whole new environment with ghost stories circulating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, Loves the Cold ; long hair for guys are a NO. it's so insulting to see a man with longer hair than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular people ; due to her insecurities, Cherie is unable to socialize with 'A' list people. Her bubbly self will grow awkward and withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcasts; She is totally willing to talk to them. Feeling that she is able to relate to them, she is able to get them to talk. Their the ones with the cute personalities and mind sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short guys ; their good to be talk to occasionally. but if their thinking something else? thats when she runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she is unable to come out of her cocoon and fly. she stays as her own bubbly self all year round. she does not have a grown up mind set. what you see is really what you get. If there is something you want to talk to her about, you can.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she WILL make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic if you're guy friends get along well with her. she knows men well. Inside Out. everything. she's practically programmed to talk 'men'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why she is you're addiction. This is why you think of her time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll forever be you're favourite lil' sister that will cheer you up no matter what. cause. Life's short. Might as mell make it a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie Loves to Love and Care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-77611866035832069?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/77611866035832069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=77611866035832069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/77611866035832069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/77611866035832069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/03/behold-cherie-cheat-sheet-what-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6364065695880672431</id><published>2009-03-27T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:29:51.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;D&lt;br /&gt;theres tuition tmr and then i'll go lan&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;*raise eyebrows and does eyebrow dance*&lt;br /&gt;His going to be there ;D!!&lt;br /&gt;at least i hope lah :D&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;don want to go to Ncc sia! Our envelopes kena confiscated sia! sian. then we no rank le Sir all go and wack us! now we owe them 1300 push ups! not that we super slack or dont know drills. Every mistake 100 sia! its going to be the death of me. tsk. good thing it's only going to be 3 and a half hours? but sian lah. next tuesday better have Seikang! i rather do that than to do drills. sorry sorry. S.Cherie? Slacker Cherie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part A FUN camp ;D I'm medic. so any juniors reading this you better loves me cause i'll be equipped with marshmellows ;D&lt;br /&gt;although i have this weird feeling that the camps going to be abit of a bummer. pardon me again. gt bad experience with the sirs last year. ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to buy for camp.&lt;br /&gt;-Rocky mountian marshmellows x3 packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and longnan went to china. sian. now whos going to treat me my dinner? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Chows for now.&lt;br /&gt;lets end it a little more cliche shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6364065695880672431?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6364065695880672431/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-6257180898492055736</id><published>2009-03-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:08:23.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beeen facebook-ing&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not  updating.&lt;br /&gt;been so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spec course is next week and i'm busy preparing the mutuals. or at least trying to get myself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'm not getting much of a march holiday. so i guess this month really stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i just figured out smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its important. abt my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see.&lt;br /&gt;my primary school friend was from scottland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine was born in Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longnan is from China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guy i like is from Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the current social target for me is from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;and he looks like a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right? none of my close friends come from singapore. weirdly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6257180898492055736?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6257180898492055736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6257180898492055736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6257180898492055736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blazer from band.&lt;br /&gt;got a fitting skirt. more like bigger though. and a blazer from yuan ling.&lt;br /&gt;now that i told her about my life. its kinda pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;its sad babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8947378458355334601?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8947378458355334601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8947378458355334601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8947378458355334601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg6FHT4O9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/gdPRpkeUtpU/s320/Chine+Flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548821137570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C  H  I  N  A     F  L  A  G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg6FMrP1iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SPDOt1DxeWg/s1600-h/Korean_Flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg6FMrP1iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/SPDOt1DxeWg/s320/Korean_Flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548822577763874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K  O  R  E  A      F  L  A  G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg5XP2Z-7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/f0DaNHNeYyA/s1600-h/Singapore+Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg5XP2Z-7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/f0DaNHNeYyA/s320/Singapore+Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548033155890098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S  I  N  G  A  P  O  R  E       F  L  A  G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. all ur picture.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the tuition HAR!&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Arthur/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2789391973796749614?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SYg6FHT4O9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/gdPRpkeUtpU/s72-c/Chine+Flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-2091330936245714316</id><published>2009-01-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:36:02.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there.&lt;br /&gt;its me again.&lt;br /&gt;today is.&lt;br /&gt;REUNION DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;instead i had reunion lunch for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;yea people i did already buy my 2 sets of new year clothes.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you do it too but well.&lt;br /&gt;girls have their rights right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year was smth different.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;a skirt i cant possibly wear a pants under.&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing the 'you're never going to catch me dead in a skirt without a pants under' idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heck.&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd outfit looks bloody alot like a schoolgirl uniform man.&lt;br /&gt;and the 1st looks like some guai conservative dress.&lt;br /&gt;yes ppl. a dress.&lt;br /&gt;how can my life screw itself up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping to actually reach a hundred bucks this year.&lt;br /&gt;so i can buy a decent mp3 and start pissing the teachers off with a new kind of toy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;well this year is different.&lt;br /&gt;gathererings at 2 different places.&lt;br /&gt;reunions at 2 different houses&lt;br /&gt;two addresses.&lt;br /&gt;2 seperate parents.&lt;br /&gt;praise the lord.&lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2091330936245714316?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2091330936245714316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2091330936245714316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2091330936245714316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2091330936245714316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7513129961268580074</id><published>2009-01-24T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:57:55.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. The name's Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;I live a screwed up life and i think my life is no better either.&lt;br /&gt;To me life is a math question.&lt;br /&gt;And well. everyone knows a utterly dispise math. thus so on.&lt;br /&gt;BUt this will all stop.&lt;br /&gt;on that day&lt;br /&gt;30th novmeber 2015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been caught in family and relation problems.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think anyone understands me. boy, girl , women or men.&lt;br /&gt;to me everyone in this world is just a puppet controlled in society.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not going to be a puppet. I'm getting close to my master and stealing the house siscors and cut myself free on the 30th november 2015. I'm cutting off my family members too so we can lead a peaceful life in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I will resurect.&lt;br /&gt;30th november 2015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life's not going to end there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn skills.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn how to carve soap and play the violin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to become a writer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm my everlasting life in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i will not cry anymore and I will not fear zombies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you i think zombies are bloody scary?&lt;br /&gt;It'll all happen on that day.&lt;br /&gt;30th november 2015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have my own laptop and an Ipod nano.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be bloody rich in pet society and i'll learn to play DOTA&lt;br /&gt;I'll be great friends with Adam and I'll marry mango.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine will finally become christian on that day too.&lt;br /&gt;On that day.&lt;br /&gt;30th november 2015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a cat. it'll be black and it'll be called Coke.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be best friends with Rekha's cat, Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have loyal cats on that day.&lt;br /&gt;30th november 2015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll seat with my best friends&lt;br /&gt;and we wan my death.&lt;br /&gt;30th november 2015&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7513129961268580074?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7513129961268580074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7513129961268580074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7513129961268580074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7513129961268580074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4819510298131164233</id><published>2009-01-23T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:52:45.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dull...&lt;br /&gt;very dull..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet no one really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i not made it deep enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4819510298131164233?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4819510298131164233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4819510298131164233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4819510298131164233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4819510298131164233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1429194888269074088</id><published>2009-01-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:25:16.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets update this very dead thing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was bad. my life is kinda screwed and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm human.&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be like Joel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be like him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be happy like him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1429194888269074088?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1429194888269074088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1429194888269074088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1429194888269074088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1429194888269074088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-update-this-very-dead-thing-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3644900674397048793</id><published>2009-01-09T03:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:04:54.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was okay....&lt;br /&gt;not say good not say bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;i did quite afew performences and got scolded after everything was over.&lt;br /&gt;not me alone that is.&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;everybody&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and dig this. i did not have a bun net on and they didnt even care.&lt;br /&gt;dude sometimes they are so blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got signed up for violin class. very very nervous. dont want to waste money see?&lt;br /&gt;gotta get winsome so teach me how to read notes.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3644900674397048793?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3644900674397048793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3644900674397048793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3644900674397048793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3644900674397048793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7383790099414042799</id><published>2009-01-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:24:26.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY LOL!&lt;br /&gt;playing pet society with jasmine,.&lt;br /&gt;the send send game lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7383790099414042799?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7383790099414042799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7383790099414042799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7383790099414042799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7383790099414042799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-lol-playing-pet-society-with.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5653375706905672509</id><published>2009-01-01T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:36:10.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so here i am. going to school and dao-ing all the guys in my class. cause to be i see them as hopeless and making us girls look hopeless. thus making us look like a screwed up class. dammit. cannot stand it lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5653375706905672509?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5653375706905672509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5653375706905672509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5653375706905672509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5653375706905672509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5489306002087263222</id><published>2008-12-31T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:00:41.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxcUbVWtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cREc5jyK9Qs/s1600-h/Wtf+You+Looking+At.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154425215572690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxcUbVWtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cREc5jyK9Qs/s320/Wtf+You+Looking+At.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THis is the Wtf you looking at what face LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxcOxPEyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/P77BQXYAdNU/s1600-h/Sweet+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154423696823074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxcOxPEyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/P77BQXYAdNU/s320/Sweet+Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Auto Mascara Face (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxbVCUQiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Y26UMjE6Mu4/s1600-h/Cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154408199209506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxbVCUQiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Y26UMjE6Mu4/s320/Cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHEESE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxa-Fk-wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w6WyFN4C5PM/s1600-h/Attempted+the+FISH+FACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154402038872834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxa-Fk-wI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w6WyFN4C5PM/s320/Attempted+the+FISH+FACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FIIIISH FACE! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxamzA2zI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GhibT0Fj4Hw/s1600-h/Another+Blur+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154395786992434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxamzA2zI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GhibT0Fj4Hw/s320/Another+Blur+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BLEH! UNGLAM! i shocked lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are the pictures. got ALOT MORE. i'm puting it on TRIO. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to the new year.&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/1455131290412997785-5489306002087263222?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5489306002087263222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5489306002087263222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5489306002087263222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5489306002087263222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-wtf-you-looking-at-what-face.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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/_TZNkRPaufnw/SVwxcUbVWtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cREc5jyK9Qs/s72-c/Wtf+You+Looking+At.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-6946736985742655745</id><published>2008-12-30T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:35:49.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! MADE THE OPENING FOR H.S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hacker society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;lols. anyways. school opens in 2 days. and new year's in one. fiction is picking up after the first day. so here i am, fiction-ing in the wee hours of morning. ok, so 8.45 is kinda normal but hey! i get up at like. 10 everyday? this is like a 2hour difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN SEEH! GOING BACK TO SCHOOL LE LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIAN SEH!&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/1455131290412997785-6946736985742655745?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6946736985742655745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6946736985742655745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6946736985742655745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6946736985742655745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-made-opening-for-h.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5152887719124916045</id><published>2008-12-30T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:24:23.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolz. today went to wrap 6 books at C.Zone with rekha. and she went to suan me by buying 30K a cash. she ready nothing to spend her money sia. then went my hse to key in the cash. but she cannot buy thing cause my hse no audi lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian sian de. we went to blog at TRIO! and then she went home cause i had to study. see lah. super hard working rite?! lol-ed. after than i went to fiction abit and finally got through doing one chapter! hahas. Tokii should know since she was the first one to find out and fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i gtg now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5152887719124916045?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5152887719124916045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5152887719124916045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5152887719124916045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5152887719124916045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/lolz.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6425187819600261095</id><published>2008-12-28T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:05:33.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAMAN! TRIO is BACK UP! so TRIO, dont forget to link back! it time to unlease the bitch inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL DUH WE ALL HAVE A BITCH IN US.&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the URL is : &lt;a href="http://www.slackers-tdr.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.Slackers-TDR.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT FORGET! it's LINKAGE!! have TRIO Outing coming up so dont forget to check Blog for DETAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE STALKER TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URS TRUELY,&lt;br /&gt;MRS JL! &lt;-- LOL?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6425187819600261095?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6425187819600261095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6425187819600261095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6425187819600261095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6425187819600261095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/yaman-trio-is-back-up-so-trio-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7754492917096631227</id><published>2008-12-27T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:52:19.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO ALL who read my blog. &lt;br /&gt;as you can see this is a blog. a place i feel comfortable to share my thought. my last post was mearly a paragraph and a typical shout out of those who hates TWI- no wait. i shall not put it in that kind of way should i? this is called broken english people and i only want the best for you people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken english. you readers should know what i mean. oh and yes i'll be posting a new fanfiction soon. with some relation. you see people. i did not specify the person i was refering to. sure i had that person in mind. so, okay i'll be truthful. i really didnt like ur attitude. you are very comfortable online. and i cant read a thing your saying. which of course frustrated me most because i can't understand my neighbours pain. you want us to talk it out? sure. speak in proper english first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a lecture talk. you can choose to leave my my readers. but i'm sure the guilty one will read on. you talk to my neighbour and you're pushing her to a corner. ok, fine you feel that you have won. you have a superior party on you're side. but what you are losing is actually you're pride. have you noticed? have you asked yourself why that party is on your side? why is that person so good to you? what do you think that person thinks of you when he helps you out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think straight. if you dont want to change it's fine by me. but decisions comes with complications and troubles. think about you're furture. what is you're aspiration? is this going to effect. babe. life is short. everyday you have to make progress. you have to feel accomplished everyday if not you have waste you're day. if you're going to while away you're time like that it's fine with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then it also comes with bloody alot of extra letters lah. even my friend then used to type leddat how? exam how? "and iie t0ld hiim iie lurb hiim" then teacher put comment say what. "euu wiill lurb ur marks then" you think this is funny? this really happens ok? especially if ur the kind of person who don't check ur work after you write finish. please lah. go school for what?! study right?! learn how to write properly right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the paragraph? i'm sorry but i'm afraid you have me wrong. i have re-read my paragraph over and over again. i find that it is, in actual fact, just a small part of an essay that i copied over from my notes from this year. i have delt with people in school with broken english problems. they dont talk like this. they make an effort to try and pick up. and no, if you're trying to question if i'm saying you're stupid or anything, i'm trying to imply that you're perfectly capable of typing in proper english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for you're sake i'm going to un-sumerise my paragraph for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the twiit-ty twiity act cute&lt;strong&gt; people&lt;/strong&gt;(this means i ment the whole lot. not singular). i'm not. it least i have not fallen to deep yet. and i dout i will. i have a much pure and rich sense of vocab and language. i dont use number, yeah of all things right?! ,&lt;strong&gt; to subsitute letters like O and E&lt;/strong&gt; (i'm only staing an example i have noticed all the time). no i'm not trying to push down the people who using such forms for &lt;strong&gt;decorative purposes&lt;/strong&gt;(meaning you use this in birthday cards or something). however if such forms are used for everyday life. well what can i say? life would be much more &lt;strong&gt;annoying&lt;/strong&gt;(can't read), &lt;strong&gt;irritating&lt;/strong&gt; (text is too mushy,well then pardon me) and &lt;strong&gt;cruel&lt;/strong&gt;(i can't stand how you can possibly mix english with chinese when you curse) than it's supposed to be. i mean. you want to write I LOVE YOU right. it looks nice like that right? but some people put it as Iie Lurb Euu DUDE. &lt;strong&gt;WHY?!&lt;/strong&gt;(this is something i have never understood all my primary school life. so please. enlighten me) it's like.&lt;strong&gt; bloody fugly and hard to read lah. scare all the boys away lah dey dey. &lt;/strong&gt;( this is my personal recount. you have no right in getting angry over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it also comes with&lt;strong&gt; bloody alot of extra letters &lt;/strong&gt;(is this not true? ok then how do you say the letter "I"?)lah. even my friend then used to type leddat how? exam how? "and iie t0ld hiim iie lurb hiim" then teacher put comment say what. "euu wiill lurb ur marks then" &lt;strong&gt;you think this is funny&lt;/strong&gt;(which really don;t laugh cause, IT'S NOT)? &lt;strong&gt;this really happens ok?&lt;/strong&gt; (the worst part is it really happens)especially if ur the kind of person who don't check ur work after you write finish. please lah. go school for what?! study right?! learn how to write properly right? (this is the truth. thats really what you go to school for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE LAH HOR( i ASKED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wan right leddat you wait until you send birthday card. then maybe ur friend think you &lt;strong&gt;remember his/her birthday ok&lt;/strong&gt;(i even made example to make you look good)? &lt;strong&gt;More friends abit lah&lt;/strong&gt;(everyone wants more friends lah ok)! look at my blog. besides the super light green neon text colour quite &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to read right&lt;/strong&gt;(proper english is easier to read)?! so please lah kay? you wan to write leddat write on paper untill you happy. or you have finished blogging you go and read it out loud ok? LAUGH AT URSELF FIRST. &lt;strong&gt;DONT LET OTHERS LAUGH AT YOU CAN.&lt;/strong&gt; (i find it sad that me and other people laugh at the blog.so please, i ask AGAIN AND AGAIN, save urself the humiliation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;(so i ask yet again) lah kay. people are born with an organ &lt;strong&gt;called a BRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;(don't say you no brain lah hor). so we can THINK. other people are ALSO born with a BRAIN. but &lt;strong&gt;we LAZY &lt;/strong&gt;(you not lazy? you dare to say you not lazy?)we don wan to think so much when we read OKAY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you understand? save space abit lah. peole lazy dont wan to type so much lah ok? but i need to break the hard truth i found out the hard way. Society dont tolerate broken english. they look down on you. they think you are dirt. i felt that way. if you want to try the hard may you can try. you think you've experienced more than me? think again. each level of school life you go up to. it calls for much more than your normal self. you need progress. thats what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a step forward each time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7754492917096631227?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7754492917096631227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7754492917096631227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7754492917096631227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7754492917096631227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-all-who-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2131309442470689749</id><published>2008-12-26T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:31:23.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH TWIIT</title><content type='html'>To the twiit-ty twiity act cute people. i'm not. it least i have not fallen to deep yet. and i dout i will. i have a much pure and rich sense of vocab and language. i dont use number, yeah of all things right?! , to subsitute letters like O and E. no i'm not trying to push down the people who using such forms for decorative purposes. however if such forms are used for everyday life. well what can i say? life would be much more annoying, irritating and cruel than it's supposed to be. i mean. you want to write I LOVE YOU right. it looks nice like that right? but some people put it as Iie Lurb Euu DUDE. WHY?! it's like. bloody fugly and hard to read lah. scare all the boys away lah dey dey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it also comes with bloody alot of extra letters lah. even my friend then used to type leddat how? exam how? "and iie t0ld hiim iie lurb hiim" then teacher put comment say what. "euu wiill lurb ur marks then" you think this is funny? this really happens ok? especially if ur the kind of person who don't check ur work after you write finish. please lah. go school for what?! study right?! learn how to write properly right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE LAH HOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wan right leddat you wait until you send birthday card. then maybe ur friend think you remember his/her birthday ok? More friends abit lah! look at my blog. besides the super light green neon text colour quite easy to read right?! so please lah kay? you wan to write leddat write on paper untill you happy. or you have finished blogging you go and read it out loud ok? LAUGH AT URSELF FIRST. DONT LET OTHERS LAUGH AT YOU CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lah kay. people are born with an organ called a BRAIN. so we can THINK. other people are ALSO born with a BRAIN. but we LAZY we don wan to think so much when we read OKAY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE LAH AND DONT WRITE/TALK TWIIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2131309442470689749?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2131309442470689749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2131309442470689749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2131309442470689749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2131309442470689749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-with-twiit.html' title='DOWN WITH TWIIT'/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7980715608942618373</id><published>2008-12-25T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:36:50.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jasmine and mui peng tagged me to do this BUT HECK! i'm only doing this once&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend of yours or someone you know from A-Z.&lt;br /&gt;A- ASHLEY! (sorry. it's an inside thing)&lt;br /&gt;B- Berry&lt;br /&gt;C- Cherlene&lt;br /&gt;D- Daniel (DANNY PHANTOM!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;E- Ester&lt;br /&gt;F- Fatul&lt;br /&gt;G- Gen Gen&lt;br /&gt;H- Hai en&lt;br /&gt;I- Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;J- Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;K- Kenny&lt;br /&gt;L-lena&lt;br /&gt;M- MARRCUS TEO XIAO QIANG&lt;br /&gt;N- Nicollas&lt;br /&gt;O- Olivia&lt;br /&gt;P- PIKU (i dunno lah lol)&lt;br /&gt;Q- Piku&lt;br /&gt;R- Roshan&lt;br /&gt;S- PIKu&lt;br /&gt;T- Tristan&lt;br /&gt;U- PIKU&lt;br /&gt;V- Vivian&lt;br /&gt;W- wei liang&lt;br /&gt;X- none&lt;br /&gt;Y- PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKUUUUUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zi Yuan&lt;br /&gt;Can "R" &amp; "S" be together in a Boy-Girl relationship?[ROSHAN&amp; PIKU]He and any girl would be just Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is "L" related to you?[LEna]Friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does "Y" know "Z"?[Y and z]no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "C" betray you, will you kill him/her?[CHerlene]you cant beat em. join em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "K" steals your boyfriend, what will you do?[KENNY] see, i told you he was gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if "B" tells you that he/she has a crush on you?[BERRy] that would be GROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you and "M" get into a fight?[Marcus] well DUUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does "R" has a crush on?[ROSHAN]same answer. he and any girl would just be sick so lets not tal anout this any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "G" calls you a bitch, what will you do?[Gen Gen] she wont do that. although i might. LOL for fun only lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the relationship between you and "E"[ESTER] my tuition kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is "I" best friend?[isabelle] dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does "Z" likes?[ZI YUAN]dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour does "Y" like?[PIKU]IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does "G" lives?[Gen gen] dunno o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}Did you and "C" have a fight before?[CHERLENE]SISTERS DONT FIGHT. or so you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is "H" best friend(s)?[HAI EN]too busy sleeping in class to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you say about "T"?[TRISTAN]bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 ppl to do this quiz: whoever who wants to do this raise ur hand. *silence* hm? nobody? fine then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7980715608942618373?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7980715608942618373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7980715608942618373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7980715608942618373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7980715608942618373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/jasmine-and-mui-peng-tagged-me-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9105426301089342696</id><published>2008-12-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:52:01.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES: Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;-How you do the Letter Meme:Dear -person who tagged you-,I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .___12___,-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December -When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of ChicagoHamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown- My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;-Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;- ManO.C.&lt;br /&gt;- EmotionalOne Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;- OpenHeroes&lt;br /&gt;- FrostbittenLost&lt;br /&gt;- HighHouse&lt;br /&gt;- ScarredSimpsons&lt;br /&gt;- CowardlyThe news&lt;br /&gt;- MongolicIdol&lt;br /&gt;- MasochisticFamily Guy&lt;br /&gt;- SenileTop Model&lt;br /&gt;- Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad- How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear *censored*,I don't really know how to tell you this, but Our affair is over.I think I realized itWhen your dog ran amok,Under a state of tranceand I saw you Carve your initials into My father.I'm sure you're ScarredSimpsons enough to understand That we're cousins.I'm returning Your false teeth to you, but I'll keep Your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I Always wanted to break Our friendship. Go burn,Cherie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9105426301089342696?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9105426301089342696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9105426301089342696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9105426301089342696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9105426301089342696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/rules-do-letter-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1167178116021929074</id><published>2008-12-20T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:18:06.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think this is so totally true lah watch it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pGfoCIH4v8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3pGfoCIH4v8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1167178116021929074?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1167178116021929074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1167178116021929074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1167178116021929074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1167178116021929074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-this-is-so-totally-true-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-8267363321561793104</id><published>2008-12-19T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:12:43.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like YO YO YO, i;m back with more crap as usual. and the best part is. I'M FEELING HAPPY TODAY. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. okaay okay i upload pictures kay?????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WU LIAO SHOTS FROM HOME WITH THE REATARDED TRIO: JASMINE, ME AND REKHA (KS)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686903574468434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQVZjl1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/31GpD-CLs9I/s320/UNGLAM+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Like kena caught off guard rite. i know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQaS0aPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cZoasGLrTW8/s1600-h/UNGLAM+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686904888387826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQaS0aPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cZoasGLrTW8/s320/UNGLAM+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking From the bottom. you feel tall by looking at this rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQAY_s7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/y7F96K6irZw/s1600-h/THE+HOLE+PICTURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686897934971826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQAY_s7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/y7F96K6irZw/s320/THE+HOLE+PICTURE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was kinda wondering what the round thing around the camera when i pressed 'capture'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQCgVuVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6QAdpen3Rfc/s1600-h/SUCCESSFUL+GLAM+SHOT+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686898502646098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQCgVuVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6QAdpen3Rfc/s320/SUCCESSFUL+GLAM+SHOT+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, a nice one. damn i'm good at taking photos man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSPxXog7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/tyiLuYXxcsg/s1600-h/SUCCESSFUL+GLAM+SHOT+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686893902726066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSPxXog7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/tyiLuYXxcsg/s320/SUCCESSFUL+GLAM+SHOT+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had my fringe up. i was feeling happy man/ see the REAL smile? Only Jasmine can tell. dunno how see does it o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSEO2-xbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tR7iGN0yIzE/s1600-h/SHORT+AND+TALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686695660406194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSEO2-xbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tR7iGN0yIzE/s320/SHORT+AND+TALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine looks really short. and i dont look any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSD90RLJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qlTYK4ohxvI/s1600-h/SHINY+FACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686691085626514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSD90RLJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qlTYK4ohxvI/s320/SHINY+FACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SEE OUR FACE SHINY SHINY ONE!!! ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDg3eunI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z2MBLjtEI0U/s1600-h/RETARDED+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686683314469490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDg3eunI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z2MBLjtEI0U/s320/RETARDED+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK OK UN GLAM. TOTALLY UNGLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDnmRShI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QIsP4c39Ycc/s1600-h/PHONE+COVER+THING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686685121333778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDnmRShI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QIsP4c39Ycc/s320/PHONE+COVER+THING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dude. i look like i was going to kiss her or smth. but not to fear people! I'm stright cause i hate yaio. like who likes 2 guys kissing?! there super little guys on earth already. like SEROUSLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDbPuqTI/AAAAAAAAANw/330w1-8VVCU/s1600-h/KISS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686681805564210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSDbPuqTI/AAAAAAAAANw/330w1-8VVCU/s320/KISS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY FAMOUS RETARDED PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR3UnzZZI/AAAAAAAAANo/a7tJBEtX06o/s1600-h/KENNY+STALKER+AND+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686473869059474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR3UnzZZI/AAAAAAAAANo/a7tJBEtX06o/s320/KENNY+STALKER+AND+ME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ITS ME AND REKHA! (KS) its an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR3BOPfrI/AAAAAAAAANg/TSJFBEHUwhk/s1600-h/KENA+FLASHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686468661575346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR3BOPfrI/AAAAAAAAANg/TSJFBEHUwhk/s320/KENA+FLASHED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was seriously just talking to her. but she was paying attention to the camera. so heck. just take picture lor. and that explains the flash. oso why our face super white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR26lP9eI/AAAAAAAAANY/jlDx2O_LQMM/s1600-h/BLUR+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686466879026658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR26lP9eI/AAAAAAAAANY/jlDx2O_LQMM/s320/BLUR+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THe 'super-happy BFF' blur pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR24DLalI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vjOYry-aQqY/s1600-h/BLEH+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686466199251538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR24DLalI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vjOYry-aQqY/s320/BLEH+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you see this face on both of us at the same time. you know you have to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR2m92DYI/AAAAAAAAANI/xg3pzCkmwl4/s1600-h/ACT-COOL+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686461613477250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxR2m92DYI/AAAAAAAAANI/xg3pzCkmwl4/s320/ACT-COOL+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aiya! ACT-COOL only lah. don scared don scared! lai aunty give you one sweet hao bu hao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. so that were all the pictures ba. i look better with fringe up or down ar? tell me leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays. off to write fiction.&lt;br /&gt;CHOWS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8267363321561793104?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8267363321561793104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8267363321561793104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8267363321561793104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8267363321561793104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-yo-yo-yo-im-back-with-more-crap-as.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SUxSQVZjl1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/31GpD-CLs9I/s72-c/UNGLAM+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-8157047793220805954</id><published>2008-12-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:36:20.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>same old same old&lt;br /&gt;tmr still have P.O.P rehersal ehs! cannot spend time with SIM anymore. oh and FYI, SIM is the name of the com. yes. it wanted to be named. thats why. brithday of SIM, 13th december 2008. what a beautiful day. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS NOT GET EMOTIONALLY PEOPLE. you came here for crap so thats what i'm going to give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLIF2o0xO4M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLIF2o0xO4M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Soul Eater ;D ANIME FREAKS RULE! ;D but i'm still a loyal member of SLACKERS REJOYCE Inc. dammit i sould make a fam called that. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydc_TWpUA1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydc_TWpUA1k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is real crap. you can actually watch the real "just-as-retarded' show on okto saturday at 7.30pm just after D Gray man! EEEEE KANDA! *ahem* also a loyal Kanda Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just D Gray Man Crap From Here On:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG_3j0gSWQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG_3j0gSWQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzi-0RtCd78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzi-0RtCd78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8157047793220805954?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8157047793220805954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8157047793220805954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8157047793220805954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8157047793220805954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-old-same-old-tmr-still-have-p.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2098066196964919676</id><published>2008-12-13T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:19:54.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>Woah. and only yesterday i was worrying for PSLE. its going to be a whole year soon. lets celebrate. that we are still living and not sick with AIDS or smth. but if you are. dont take it to heart.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently blogging with my new VISTA computer. the stuff in it is CRAZY. i mean. what the heeeelll am i going to do with 650GB hard drive and 4GB ram run time? Wakarima sen. i only know it's out of this world. and i'm extremely greatful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention to all my faithful fanfiction writers. this full time writer's mental block is wearing off that means you'll have tons of fiction to read. soon enough. i'll be updating like crazy from now! lets divert back to project Turn the fictions around. lets Gambatte! i know. my jap spelling arent working out well. but it'll come to a point where i succeed. goodness me. my engligh spelling is getting rotten too. oh blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. everything about this desktops is freaking me out. the internet is so fast now. and the mouse is so fast i dont know how much to move it anymore. and dont get me started with the keyboard. ITS SO SOFT. not lets not think otherwise. or is it just me? whatever. this is just a fiction dream come through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can i say. Audition is still a part of me i want to keep. lets not let this diversion get me out of audi-ing! don worry DAR i'll be active! LOLS. life is fun at times rite? but for now. lets save to fun and lets it pour out tomorrow! i'm going to church! lets all go! hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i've never been so happy. This.Is.Bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2098066196964919676?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2098066196964919676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2098066196964919676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2098066196964919676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2098066196964919676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3189407092334670421</id><published>2008-12-10T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:34:45.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i thought i'd blog about my life yesterday yes? didnt want to tell you how we got back now. lets leave the bitchin about the bus driver for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet rekha at Plaze Sing then waited for her 'friends'. and aww the poor girl was so shy! either she had a crush there or she was plain anti-social. i'm still hoping for crush though. attempted to pang seh her for a few for her to socialize. and guess what. i ended up bringing her further from the group cause the further i ran she would follow so i had to follow her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to eat KFC. was still feeling a tinsy bit sick so i didnt really eat anything. the guys from the group was shocked at how much stuff came out frm my wallet. think it covered a good 1 table from KFC. too bad. i threw my recipts already. what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then waited summore for the last guy to come. then took bus 14 to siglap."find their friend" our inside joke. hahas. cyber era. the lan. kinda small. then. the stereos. dont get me started with the steroes. EVERYBODY which happen to be more than half the capacity of the lan was BLASTING the bloody thing. and the steroes was a good B.O.O.M technology number so there was NO FREAKING WAY i could possibly play properly in that environment. nevertheless i decided i should not waste my time on this kind of stuff so i went to play NIGHT. with Jasmine and MICHEL JACKSON IMPERSINATOR. LOL bad spelling. pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bused home. or so we thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO. BITCH ABOUT BUS DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats bloody bus driver hor. we sit on the 1st floor you know. then rite. we not familiar rite. then we ask him to tell us when we can stop you know. we ask him again. he say pass le. BITCH YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked to orchard mrt. saw a taxi stand and taxi-ed. luck no jam. if not. dammit lah! but we actually got home before 6.30. that cab driver is really an ANGEL lah! first time ok. and last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and complained to Jasmine. then sleep. yay my sis bought me cookies that night. but *ahem* thats out of the question cause it really had nothing to do with my day. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rekha : Aw. no point denying it now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3189407092334670421?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3189407092334670421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3189407092334670421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3189407092334670421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3189407092334670421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-thought-id-blog-about-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4576599712610312282</id><published>2008-12-08T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:35:21.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUI PENG TAGGED ME TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;(1/2)&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;MUI PENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you and her?&lt;br /&gt;CLASSMATES ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three impressions of her?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Calm and Hard Working (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Go to the same side as her? ;D the more the merrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristic i like about myself?&lt;br /&gt;My Sense of HUMOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristic i hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;I DECLARE MYSELF FAT ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Go Away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;So Random (yes i actually ASKED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush?&lt;br /&gt;THASTS THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pass this to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;1 JASMINE&lt;br /&gt;2 WINSOME&lt;br /&gt;3 JIAN CHENG&lt;br /&gt;4 JIA EN&lt;br /&gt;5 STEPH&lt;br /&gt;6 KENNY&lt;br /&gt;7 REKHA&lt;br /&gt;8 AUNTY NILA (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;9 LONGNAN&lt;br /&gt;10 JIAN HUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If 5 &amp;amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;(STEPH &amp;amp; REKHA)&lt;br /&gt;That would be BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;(STEPH)&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Burnt Pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;(LONG NAN)&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. White?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Say something about 8&lt;br /&gt;(AUNTY NILA)&lt;br /&gt;MY JAILER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;(WINSOME )&lt;br /&gt;MY HOLIEST FRIEND :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk about 3&lt;br /&gt;(JIAN CHENG)&lt;br /&gt;Uh.... I DUNNO! HIS AWESOME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;(JIAN HUI)&lt;br /&gt;YI SHENG (FORVEVER PULLING MY HAIR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE (ToKii ToKii!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;(JIA EN)&lt;br /&gt;PINK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;(JIA EN)&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;(JASMINE)&lt;br /&gt;TOKIDOKI! MY BEST FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;(STEPH &amp;amp; KENNY)&lt;br /&gt;THEY DONT EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;(LONGNAN)&lt;br /&gt;QIUYANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;(REKHA)&lt;br /&gt;Rekha? Wheres is the $1 coin Rekha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;(AUNTY NILA)&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Dont Ground Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Say something to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;(LONGNAN)&lt;br /&gt;DONT EMO LE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who does 1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;(JASMINE)&lt;br /&gt;Cherie, Me and --EmO-DoKii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;(JASMINE)&lt;br /&gt;Hougang somewhere behind hougang green&lt;br /&gt;deep deep inside. can get lost one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO STEAL KENNY FROM YOU REKHA! AH HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Say something to 6 when you see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;(KENNY)&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;(JIAN HUI)&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STOLE THIS FROM MUI PENG!&lt;br /&gt;(2/2)&lt;br /&gt;Profile&lt;br /&gt;Name: SIM CHERIE&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 30TH NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: DARK BROWN&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour: BLACK&lt;br /&gt;Right handed or Left handed: RIGHT HANDED&lt;br /&gt;My worst habit: BITING MY NAILS&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign: DOG (WOOF!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: I DUN BORTHER TO CHECK&lt;br /&gt;Parents still together: NAW&lt;br /&gt;Shoes you wore today: SLIPPERS&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: FALLING SICK&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: HEIGHTS&lt;br /&gt;Goal you would like to achieve this yr: NO GOAL, COS THIS YEAR IS ENDING SOON&lt;br /&gt;Your overused phrase in Msn Instant Messenger:Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite&lt;br /&gt;Colours: RED&lt;br /&gt;Food: VEG (weird huh)&lt;br /&gt;Animals: REPTILES&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: HONEYDEW&lt;br /&gt;Candy: CHOCOLATES ONLY&lt;br /&gt;Store: ANYTHING WITH TECHONOGY&lt;br /&gt;Songs: Alot Alot&lt;br /&gt;Letter: C,H,E,R,I,E&lt;br /&gt;Number: 9&lt;br /&gt;Season: Authum&lt;br /&gt;Radio station: 98.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was th last person&lt;br /&gt;You touched: I hugged my stuff dog. does that count?&lt;br /&gt;You talked on th phone: JASMINE!&lt;br /&gt;You messaged: JASMINE&lt;br /&gt;You hugged: MY STUFFED DOG&lt;br /&gt;You yelled at: MY PILLOW&lt;br /&gt;You played a sport: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got owned by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; MARCUS TEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time&lt;br /&gt;You laughed: TODAY :) I'm a really happy person&lt;br /&gt;Time you cried: in the toilet. constipated. and i like VEG WTH&lt;br /&gt;Movie you watched: BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA&lt;br /&gt;Joke you told : THE MEGA STUPID GYPSY JOKE&lt;br /&gt;Favourite hair colour: RED&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair : LONG&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing style : Long Sleeved&lt;br /&gt;Characters : KIND ?!&lt;br /&gt;(ANYONE WHO WANNA DO THIS QUIZ CAN DO IT :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4576599712610312282?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4576599712610312282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4576599712610312282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4576599712610312282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4576599712610312282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/mui-peng-tagged-me-to-do-this-12-1.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7223821230271289814</id><published>2008-12-05T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:28:06.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl. guess what. i'm grounded. &lt;br /&gt;thats right. you people. so smart these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i've been grounded. MANY TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this one has been killing me so i thought i'd post about it ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok so maybe this is going to be about replying tags cause... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY  COMPUTER GOT VIRUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL-ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin Shing : Haiz. i this year super broke. must wait for my dad see if he wan to reformat anot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Sim. Sorry lah. i like Ballroom audition cannot ar? people got goal can mah? ZzzZ goal to be best ballroom dancer wor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7223821230271289814?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7223821230271289814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7223821230271289814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7223821230271289814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7223821230271289814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-49429548072184669</id><published>2008-11-24T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:30:37.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to play LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN~ &lt;br /&gt;SING IT WITH ME &lt;br /&gt;LAN LAN LAN LAN&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE REST CAN GO PLAY LAN&lt;br /&gt;LAN LAN LAN LAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh AHEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok go lets just say me and jasmine, THE BALLLESS BALLROOM DANCE PARTNER, and the SUPER PRO CHAINER BALLROOM DANCE PARTNER went to own people in BALLroom. then we watch the girl angry with the guy cause the guy keep on missing. and OH OH OH the party king and queen dress VERY CUTE YOU KNOW?! lols that was ballroom for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT. WE THE INVINCEBLE PAIR went to own the noobies. lol. boy vs girl in night the guys lose alot of times lah. got one level 23 one oso cannot always win. haiz. wasted lahs. we play awhile then off le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE PARTY. we tried to play clean but cannot win *lol it rymes* so we went to another room with a hacker. which was a 100 times better *what is wrong with me?!* they like freakin chain all the way lah. one person SOLO the bloody NPC you know? they chain like X48 leddat. sigh. then half way jasmine DC-ed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUB. me and jasmine, the cross-dressing girl , went to pick me. then i forgot to give heart. so thats probably why we lose lah. or else win le. the next moment she kena kicked. so. BEING A GOOD FRIEND, i went out oso lah. then we tried battle party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLO. went to play funky town. super fun lah. i managed to do FM. too bad no one there to 'n1n1' me. so abit sian-ed. then after that jasmine went off. so i go off oso lor. BEING HER GOOD FRIEND :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my day lor. leddat only. hahas. tune in!&lt;br /&gt;OWARI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-49429548072184669?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/49429548072184669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=49429548072184669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/49429548072184669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/49429548072184669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-went-to-play-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1421935500921897245</id><published>2008-11-21T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:02:03.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to find some crap on youtube ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3frInxanQ1M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3frInxanQ1M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmX_pbKVjgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmX_pbKVjgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm happy again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1421935500921897245?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1421935500921897245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1421935500921897245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1421935500921897245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1421935500921897245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-to-find-some-crap-on-youtube-d.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2746098192113263176</id><published>2008-11-20T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:53:33.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp. apperently i managed to survived it with a tad bit of fun. so lemme tell you what i went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;we went to the camp place and put our bags on the stage. i must admit the games from there was fun. then we had to get ready for low elements. so i got into ashykhin's trackpants before i forgot to bring mine. dang rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways it was fun. we had to be blind folded and climb some tall cross thing. i think that was the easiest and of course. most fun. then i think we played some other stuffs till 5 and went for debrief. then it was off to bathe. i think. i was stone-ing half the time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. day 1 was not so bad. most of my happy moments were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;went for kayaking. i was kinda sian-ed when i heard we had to move boats. i didnt expect it to be so heavy! but never the less i contributed to the activity. what shocked me most was the water we had to SOAK in. as i described it to everyone i came back to. i said it was " Like chocolate milk only more diluted and the worst part is, it's not chocolate milk" as a perfect qoute from Jasmine's part. damn half the time i was worrying about it instead of having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double kayaked with Yao Zheng. we went slow and steady lah. he tried to immitate the Pro's turning but, sigh, we both failed miserably. we still managed to catch up though. only after we rammed into an instructor's and xin hao's boat. i think there was a number we bumped into. just cant remember. got a few people capsize too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then celebrated and few back for a bath and then had free time. then we dinner-ed and got some social time. then we managed the part b and c conflict thing. woah i was so pissed lah. so tired then they sometimes talk very loud. wan to sleep oso cannot de. then when they were planning the part a camp i don care i go sleep. I mean. Medi can do what wan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt; Last night. oso the acknoledgement night. oso BBQ night. super miss my friends lah. especially JASMINE. miss untill i cry lah.Told my instructor i wan call my parents but INSTEAD of calling my MOM AND DAD i called HER. see lah. cry oso can lie one. but i found that she was in the arcade lah! eeeyer . call up to kena suan by her. anyways. felt much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wont talk about the boy's bung raping incident but seriously i dont really mind the teasing lahs. but i was kinda sure i saw wei liang. and i thought i was right until Wei liang told me it was not him but in fact it was  *ahem* (namehasbeensensoredtoprotecttheidentityofthevictim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. i think that night was the best night lah. slept at like 3 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;YAMAN! it's the last day. had bung inspection and got bug-ed by the bugs while eating. then we tackled the high wall lah. they pull me up pull until i dislocated my both arms at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the bloody instructor called me a bloody dead weight and i was sure i would have bloody slapped him if i bloody could have moved my bloody arms at that time. i managed to snap my arms back into place and i tell you it was not a nice feeling ok! my arms cannot move, i had to 'accidentally" bump into someone forcefully enough to wack my right arm back then slowly snap my left arm back. bump here bump there both very pain. i went up again after that. i tell you i was thinking to myself if i dislocate again i'm going to fall to the bloody ground and just bloody die there and then. and guess what. i made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had to pull the big guys up. dang it was hard my i really tried my best. was dying of thrist up there. drowned dunno how many bottles of water luhs the team. when the last person got up. it was a really touching moment . because we knew what we did was not in vain and we left really accomplished lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for pack up, celebarated by karaoke-ing  and HOME-ED.&lt;br /&gt;PS: oh my gawd the bus really reaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then there was this cute wushu guy that i bumped into during camp. so cute and handsome luhs! staring at him through out the BBQ. so graceful and smooth. admireable lahs. i'll never forget the face. in case i bump into him outside. ;D it's LOVE! hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2746098192113263176?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2746098192113263176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2746098192113263176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2746098192113263176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2746098192113263176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9057377193828270260</id><published>2008-11-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:46:57.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone. help me. i'm dying on the spot. everything is going wrong. camp is appraching. i cannot download audition cause it's being a bloody bitch. i'm in such a bad mood now. nothing is right. shit. nothing is ever right in my life. all that short trills are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the Sims 2 with me now. i do a thing because i have no enough space in the computer and i have nothing to delete anymore. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i hate this all. someone. KILL ME NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9057377193828270260?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9057377193828270260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9057377193828270260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9057377193828270260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9057377193828270260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3535533505944609653</id><published>2008-11-14T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:13:17.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to lan with weiliang and jasmine. play one hour. super addicting lahs. managed to finish 2 of jasmine story mode in Audition. hahas then she super frustrated cause she cannot do my one. the no bad no miss one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got home late and got grounded all the way untill after camp. but i wont be able to feel it cause. DUDE I'LL BE IN CAMP. and yea thnx for rubbing it in. heck i need some stress game to take my mind off things. buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3535533505944609653?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3535533505944609653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3535533505944609653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3535533505944609653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3535533505944609653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-went-to-lan-with-weiliang-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6878319433647759954</id><published>2008-11-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:50:12.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-xI'M IN A GOOD MOOD!x-&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/1455131290412997785-6878319433647759954?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6878319433647759954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6878319433647759954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6878319433647759954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6878319433647759954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/xim-in-good-moodx.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7937094822787935785</id><published>2008-11-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:43:24.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although i had my usual "force out of bed" schedule, i'm in a surprisingly good mood today! not to mention my neighbour gate crashed my hse 3 seconds after i woke up. but yeah. maybe i'm learning how to handle these things better you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that orit's because i'm going to lan today to play audition. but hey. i'm in a good mood today so you people better be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i found a cool MMV i'll show it to you. it got me really happy. oh and Kenny was talking to us. i waws complaining about camp to him. he does not like fly fox oso leh! A.K.A the "falling from high places" ride in camp. yeah. then we viewed some vids on shuffeling and jumpstyle. only make me feel fat lor. inside the ppl all so skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played dress up games and dark cut.&lt;br /&gt;Some Manga Recomendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beauty Pop&lt;br /&gt;its about a guy who cuts hair really well and meets a first year that does not give him any respect at all. but she is actually the girl and broke his consecutive wins in hair styling competitions! and she was actually his FIRST LOVE! then from then he finds out about her and stuff. it's a nice Shoujo manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Akuma To Dolce&lt;br /&gt;Mayuri's hobby is baking. she summons little devils as familiars to do chores for her. one day she accidentally sumons Lord Beaut who is actually a superior devil in Hell. he falls for the cakes she makes because sweet things are the weakness of devils. but slowly the love is tranfered to a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;super addictive. a must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW0uYhX7pu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rW0uYhX7pu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7937094822787935785?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7937094822787935785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7937094822787935785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7937094822787935785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7937094822787935785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/although-i-had-my-usual-force-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4689276389029506774</id><published>2008-11-11T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:26:41.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weiliang always ask me why i'm so pissed with him these few days. well his timing these few days are PERFECT. well this is why i'm super pissed. so those who have encountered me 2 weeks ago. which is the time i recieved the HORRIBLE camp news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)try sleeping at 12 am every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)and being forced out of bed in the morning at 9 am. when your bloody sister beside you has her stupid alarm on with the annoying ringtone at 5. and it'll keep ringing untill like what. 7?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)snooze snooze snooze. then she wake up. and she here slam,there slam. will be pissed anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) then 8 am you FINALLY get the chance to sleep abit. then your maid(if it's in ur shoes. but i still call her aunty lah) comes in and start poking you. and tickling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)then she angry and don care you. make you go on the top bed. and i tell you i sleep at night i scared of the dark hor. so cannot sleep so fast. so i get in bed at like what. 12. sleep at around 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)morning bad mood liao. Audition cannot play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) too broke cannot go lan shop to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) then try and cool down so play abit of fake audi. but no. will have people come and bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) and the worst part is camp is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)i'm going to be around a freaking principle for 4 days and a bunch of ppl i barely know or care about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)i'm not the adventure kind so i hate out door sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)the camp is complusary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)my dad does not care if i live or die in that camp he just wants me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WORST PART IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)the paking list is bloody irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)so many unreasonable things to bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)i dunno if i'll be sleeping in bungs or beds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)i only have one female friend in ncc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)and i dont like being away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)i dont like water sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)i hate heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)i dont like falling from high places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)and i dont like being enthu aroound people who dont care a damn about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)and heck they think i'm useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)and you know what?!they cant even call me a slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;I'M USELESS TO THEm&lt;br /&gt;DUH see why i'm in a bad mood now?&lt;br /&gt;and SO it's going to be a LONG 4 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? on the 19th november i was planning on going out with friends but. NOO&lt;br /&gt;i have to locked away in a far from home area. with people i dont click with for 4 freaking days! yea you can try thinking about that. camping with a bunch of your worst enemies! lets see how you live through it without getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ranting is DONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4689276389029506774?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4689276389029506774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4689276389029506774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4689276389029506774'/><link rel='self' 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bloody list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirts : Reasonable enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorts: Watever. got tons of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track pants: ditto to the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Clothing: I'll wear what ever i'll wear for the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undergarments: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: i only have 1 pair you arse of a packing list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks: fine whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippers:oh joy something decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towel: kay whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Suit: If i had one i still would'nt bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: freeze to death and go back early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: go blind and cost the camp money. lol. so evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot Brush: of course bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comb: bring lor bring lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail Cutter: i have a natural one and i called them TEETH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaver: Shave Ur Head off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunblock: get sunburn then go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozzie repellent: get fever go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fork,Spoon,Plate,Cup,Water bottel: dont eat don drink. die and go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Material: nothing to do draw on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping bag: sleep on floor lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Bag: Put over head. cant breathe. go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medication: don bring. kena attack. go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea lor. if i dont bring these stuff then i got a 95% chance of going home early.&lt;br /&gt;awesome ideas rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dang. i'm medic for nxt year part a camp. i was hoping i don need to go sia. lets play a game. it's called. watch the medic fall sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4481410034826831910?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4481410034826831910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4481410034826831910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4481410034826831910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4481410034826831910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/below-content-may-prove-offensive-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6848470781160933584</id><published>2008-11-05T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:21:27.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i thought i would make a &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt; post eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i woke up at 10.30am today. then i watched Art of the devil 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comments were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK.DISGUSTING.SCARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickdisgustingscarysickdisgustingscarysickdisgustingscarysickdisgustingscary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so less talk. i am never going to like. freaking reproduce after watching that. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to compass point. I MADE FRIENDS WITH THE COMIC CONNECTION KOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. cause i made him sei kang for my books. omg. total cost is 466 dollars!!! DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must slowly save what rite? leddat the you have the book you will happy what. BUT IT COST MORE THAN MY PSP. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats the cost lah. sian. ok i go and read my manga le! trying to help DEBUG. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6848470781160933584?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6848470781160933584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6848470781160933584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6848470781160933584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6848470781160933584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-thought-i-would-make-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-739960984073245023</id><published>2008-11-04T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:53:43.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTRODUCING THE CHERIE BOT:&lt;br /&gt;Tips on understanding ur new CHERIE BOT. Warrenty on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when She's going to HIGH mode when she starts saying/doing these stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cherie's Wild Weird Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love is fatal. Hate is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The need to sing. Is a need to let loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Violence in not bad. It's sick humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The greatest come back is being nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's sad to let go. But breaking inside is bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When My Paper Boat Sinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Singing is my secret love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And the crowd goes wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Classical Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meaningful songs. Meaningful Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to be a calefare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm crying because this part came out of a manga series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to live MY WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'll write my own life. My own songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PAPER BAG HEROES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Left alone. TO ROT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Logical lying is actually WHITE LIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Writing will never get me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Karaoke is LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING TOOOOOOOO THEEEEEEEEEEE DAWWWWWWWWWWWWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I drowned my fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that would'nt be very weird to you is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Let's have cookies and rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cant.Function.Without.Music (without this your robot will turn RUSTY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Needs Audition BADLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can feel my talent slipping away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kanda is HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AIR HOSTESSS I LIKE THE WAY TO DRESSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fiction cookies, cakes and pasteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meet CHERIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GONE WILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cherie is currently away. if you are smart enough you WILL call her because she's probably just slacking INFRONT of the computer reading manga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cherie has not life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OTAKU REJOYCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Slackers United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marshmellows=Hotdogs. Let's Grill them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Killing Me Dj with another love song, killing me DJ with another SAD love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BLEHZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie has A few BOT-like friends: this one is the JASMINE BOT. her best Bot-ty PAL&lt;br /&gt;this is what they usually talk about. or what she always says to them. dammit she's computerised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Moshi moshi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hurry! ask me to go to green. I'M ROTTING HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OMG Audition cannot play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DOWNLOAD WITH ME DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No i will not help you find that japanese song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me: wanna go out today?&lt;br /&gt; Jasmine: I'll end up treating anything rite?&lt;br /&gt; Me: i did it last year ON MY BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt; Jasmine: then why do i get the WHOLE of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ok. which guy did you meet this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DONT BE SO EVIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-uh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weiliang Bot is her BEST GAY BOT PAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I cant go green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no i just went just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NO LOCKING ME IN UR ROOM WITH UR CUPBOARD MONSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you're getting me soya milk again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur Bot Gets EMO if Neglected. these are the words it say if it is so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I turned and you where gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And It Ended. With A Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shot down. Unable to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sniped,Slashed and Shot down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Falled and Outcast-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah well. thats life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Another mistake for me to live through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm Staring at My Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I Hate You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ur Bot is in HIGH mode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I.....I......ILOVEMR.KQ (this is ur bot's SECRECT manga/real Crush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LOL LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SO SWEEEEEEEEEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*smile smile smile smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey are you a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dammit i cant believe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I LOVE EUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TWITS GALORE!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You exclamation mark like this! :!!!!!!!!!!!!oneone!!!!!!shift one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone's tapping me on the shoulder but i dont think i wanna look behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fu fu fu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-C'mon LAUGH WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BECAUSE I LIKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'M SO HAPPY I CANT TYPE PROPERYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lemme tell you a CORNY JOKE THAT WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I now pronouce this cockroach and it's job MINE *Stabs the roach with the CHERIE TOOTHPICK FLAG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can just SLAP YOU NOW YOU KNOW THAT?! *smile!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OH WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur bot malfucntions, these will be the signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she will not pick up a manga book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she does not read manga online at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she's not afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she sleeps at 9PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she does not go down to C.Zone anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she reads mushy novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of these occurs please contact the number on the lable at the underside of this card/paper. the repairs will be done accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PLEASE NOTE THAT:&lt;br /&gt;-the cherie bot is not a toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It is to be LOVED AND CARED FOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NO THROWING IT AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A CHERIE BOT IS FOR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy the CHERIE BOT at any leading department store! it only cost:&lt;br /&gt;$.99999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-739960984073245023?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/739960984073245023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=739960984073245023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/739960984073245023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/739960984073245023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing-cherie-bot-tips-on.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-915457687042588858</id><published>2008-10-18T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:35:43.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Really Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd like to tell you about a girl i once met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she was normal. she had a mom and dad. her sister bullied and fought over her like any sibling would do. she told me that she was really happy with her simple life. she never eyed a phone because she thought all her life was only at home. she thought she did not need friends because she had enough care at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she had a warm home. no one smoked. at least not often around her. she had normal home cooked food. sure she had friends. but she cared more for her family. on that day she told me she was going to pray hard for her sister to change because her sister was stressed and could not concentrate on her studies. she prayed every night for that to change so life would go back to normal. that was the first time she told me she was sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but time flew by and she learnt about a thing called "truth". that was when her mother said she would not be with her for any time longer. she was shocked and terrified. she could not sleep. she had scary dreams of everyone walking away from her. she was only 9 then. that day she told me that she felt her family was drifting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on he 10th birthday. she sat at the cold round table that used to be warm. her sisters were out for dinner. mom and dad were working. she was only left with her aunt. that was the coldest birthday ever. it never got warmer over the years. mom and dad never talked anymore. she was scolded frequently. the girl told me she hated her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad was never there. her sister smoked and the other had a boyfriend. she did not spend anymore time with her. her aunt was busy. now the norm was sitting in front of the computer and staring blankly at the television.  that was when she was eleven. she told me she was cold. that was when she thought friends were extremely important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but never the less she walked on. occasionally she would try to talk to her mom although she dreaded her being home. dad stayed out so she never saw him. her company was her stuffed dog as no one was there to console her anymore. finally XXth september 2006 her parents filed a divorce. any child would have cried. but that girl had no such feeling. then her mother asked if she loved her. that was the only time she cried. for the mere feeling that she still had the bond. that was going to be forcefully broken. what she for-saw in her dreams had come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in class she could not concentrate. her classmates never cared about her. only a few. they were second to god in her life. this time a family never mattered. because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was broken.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she had a CCA. special. her sister came from there. she thought she could spend more time with her sister then. but stupid and dim as she was. her sister graduated soon after and their relationship drifted. there she found herself stuck. in a place she was going to be in for 4 years. she hated it. her friends were somewhere else. and she was stuck there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there were the darkest times of her life. she was into a game called MapleStory. she met many friends there. it made her happy. because she felt someone was there for her. she liked one of them. maybe it was her first love? or a crush? she could never draw the line. but after awhile she drew tasteless to him and threw her away.  i dont know maybe she said something wrong? she could not forget him. yeah. it was kinda sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then here came another one. he had a problem. she was meerly there to help and give him suggestions. at least to take her mind off things for a while. but no. it ended shortly when her aunt butted in. of course she had no intention of dating. yet because of such closeness the friendship ended as quickly as it started and she had to bare sorrow thrown upon her. saddness soon turned to hate and the relationship soon dittered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that sweet and innocent girl changed into a cold and bitter one. emotions unsure and much too consumed by her actions. sure she was selfish. she was sure no one would like her. so she tried to change her hidious true face into a sunny and jumpy figure. hah. sometimes it fooled her into believing she was as such. but everytime she turned into her old self. no one liked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when she was scolded she cried. not because what was said to her was true. it was because she knew that. even if she tried her best. no one would care about her. tsk. so selfish. but that was her. and she hated herself. for everything she did. she would quietly go up to her room. sit on the bed. and cry silently. crying out for her god to help her. all she wanted was one week of happiness. she was tired of her miserable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she looked into her mirror and told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'thats my life. i have to deal with it everyday. i must be careful. i cant fall in love. if such accidents happen i try my best to tear away. hah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes girl. thats your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she learnt to accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tch. my life feels like a bloody drama series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Am'/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-7243950621131362634</id><published>2008-09-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:48:53.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you fall for this please put it in your profile, I fell for it too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you live in 2008 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) You accidentaly enter your password on a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or my space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) and you were too busy to notice number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety percent of Fanfiction users have an asinine statistic in their profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah updated FINALLY AGAIn haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-7243950621131362634?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/7243950621131362634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=7243950621131362634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7243950621131362634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/7243950621131362634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-fall-for-this-please-put-it-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-610202061325569809</id><published>2008-09-11T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:04:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. today was so boring! only had CME and then chinese teacher never come and english oso. the math no one care. like whole day only have one period the rest all slack lor! ragh! exam so close still dare slack! sian de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spent the WHOLE day drawing mushrooms. hero mushroom. cute mushroom, mui peng mushroom, EMO Mushroom, Xiao TOOT mushroom, angel and devil mushroom, I LOVE YOU mushroom ALOT LAH. winsome and Era oso have. lol. drew jia en oso. aiya i just spent the whole day drawing on scraps of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored i almost died. all ur fault lah Jian Cheng! don let me play PSP summore lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-610202061325569809?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/610202061325569809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=610202061325569809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/610202061325569809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/610202061325569809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-8281219519454161153</id><published>2008-09-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:02:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was in primary school i had a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my username was FuzzyTeddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was nice. and i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in YCKPS i loved to play catching with the guys. when i caught one i felt satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;and that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in primary school i had BFF. we went to the tuckshop together and they understood me. i felt loved. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got my results back, i got into express and some of my friends went to NA, they were sad but they still celebrated with me. i felt cared for, i felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i sit in my classroom.i cant study and no one ever talks to me. i feel neglected. i'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to the canteen. there is no big gang of friends. i dont feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i managed to pass my express maths. no one celebrates with me. only a few. I'm not fully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people sit together and i'm left out. i look around. I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i try to socialize and i have to be someone else. i'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only "real" friends i have are all online. I'm not really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to talk to my old pals again. they try to make me happy. i laugh but i dont really feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked at my life. re-read this post. and i concluded. I'm Not Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to announce a special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Winsome&lt;br /&gt;Weiliang&lt;br /&gt;Jain Cheng&lt;br /&gt;Jie En&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;br /&gt;Claudia&lt;br /&gt;And JOHANNES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for bringing that little spark of life into my dull life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but hey. now that i look at the list. i&lt;strong&gt;  do &lt;/strong&gt;have alot of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what i want to tell you guys it that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH WONDERFUL FRIENDS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8281219519454161153?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8281219519454161153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8281219519454161153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8281219519454161153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8281219519454161153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-was-in-primary-school-i-had-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-1443975257063574822</id><published>2008-09-04T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:35:33.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's no fun when nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an attention seeker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Like who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-1443975257063574822?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/1443975257063574822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=1443975257063574822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1443975257063574822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/1443975257063574822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-its-no-fun-when-nobody-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6865642322420813912</id><published>2008-09-04T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:58:06.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes your just born a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you dont know that you show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people lie&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they dont know that they revealed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words no one's perfect and they deserved to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes there are limits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6865642322420813912?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6865642322420813912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6865642322420813912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6865642322420813912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6865642322420813912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-your-just-born-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4354769405250239532</id><published>2008-09-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:32:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i cant type summaries in the com A.K.A Microsoft word i thought i'd be a good person and give you a sneek peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;sneak from Twiilight Lust:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stared out at the pleasent sky and wonder about my current life. it's been crazy. cleansing eggs and hurling myself off buildings. thanks to Ran i managed to land on my own 2 feet. Tsk. he wasnt there to catch me as usual. yes thats right. it's the usual now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to worry! he can be at anywhere he wants. Chiiya... whatever! the thing it that Kukai's back! (A/N: mega spoiler! if you havent read Vol 6 of Shugo Chara! you probably wont get it. because the Kairi, the current Jack of the Guardians, have left for his hometown. yeah he likes Amu but heck i'm not pairing her up with him! Like it or not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes back often now! he teaches the Football team how to kick their balls around properly. and as you know football training sessions occure like, any other day here so his back! you spot him in the feild or near the drink store with his team. i would'nt dare go near him though! what would happen if i had to go running again? i think i've lost stamina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that. its just that. Tadase and i have agreed to remain friends for the time being so i could definately dream on about going out with him. AND, Kukai has been strangly good to me over the days. Sure his spotted me hanging around the greenhouse with rima but he does not pull me off to run. in fact i think his being is but a tad bit gentel. i scares me to think that he might like me. gosh how could it be true? he asked me to go out to lunch recently, i've been desprate to find someone to go out with me on that day. but everyones too busy! looks like it's going to be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things are starting to change around here. no unnesessary commotion what so ever. just me blushing at the brown haired.... wait what the?! why am i thinking about all this?! and why are YOU yes you, the person smiling into the screen, reading my thoughts?! why am i even thinking about him for so long?! am i going to waste a whole chapter on me thinking about him?! (A/N : yeah) Ikuto! if you dont come back soon i might fall for the former Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sneak Owari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now dont get too excited. i dont think it'll be coming out too soon because my computer lacks Microsoft Word and my family does not give me privacy. but hows that for intrest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4354769405250239532?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4354769405250239532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4354769405250239532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4354769405250239532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4354769405250239532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-i-cant-type-summaries-in-com.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-532026728488382794</id><published>2008-09-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:15:05.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&lt;strong&gt; cannot believe this! &lt;/strong&gt;my newly formatted, faster and brighter, wrothy to be flattered desktop &lt;strong&gt;does not have Microsoft Word. &lt;/strong&gt;how am i going to write my fiction story like that? crap man. i have the rough sketch down now all i have to do is to edit and type out! omg! how how how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO WRITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-532026728488382794?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/532026728488382794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=532026728488382794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/532026728488382794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/532026728488382794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cannot-believe-this-my-newly.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-6636798738987740340</id><published>2008-09-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:52:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found spoofs on Naruto but Shugo Chara! is'nt spared either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Watch to Much Shugo Chara if you do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you have your own Chara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you have a Would-Be-Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a lock, cover it in diamond hearts, and say Heart Unlock, while putting your fingures over it, like Amu does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the person who has the key to your Lock is your soulmate. (GO AMUTO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the student councilin your school is an orginazation who have Shugo Charas to maintain peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You colour an egg black with a white 'X' and think that when it hatches, a X character will come out. (later the chicken black colour then you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that chicken eggs have Charas inside them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Easter, is not a holiday, but an orginaztion that is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the Student Council president wants to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a stray cat, you let him into your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think throwing flour at a broken item will fix it - Remake Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think if you wear a costume like 'Black Lynx' you can move like Ikuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to find more spoofs fer you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-6636798738987740340?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/6636798738987740340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=6636798738987740340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6636798738987740340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/6636798738987740340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-spoofs-on-naruto-but-shugo.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-4348718026844874240</id><published>2008-09-01T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:50:57.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naruto is the most popular anime around. top manga top fiction top EVERYTHING. thats why ppl SPOOF around. i found some. few are QUITE a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring knifes to school and throw them at people you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to knifes as kunais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think a fork is a four pronged kunai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your in a fight you name your attack in japanese then scream the name before attacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make hand signs when you do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry a bowl of sand to protect you from danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You draw the seal Naruto has on his stomache and think your a container now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think drawing a blue diamond on your forehead can make you rapidly heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think if you cut your thumb, and put the blood on a scroll writen in japanese you can summon an animal / item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see an old guy with long white hair who is perverted, you call him Ero-Sannin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to your parents as a japanese title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call a president, mayor, prime minister as a kage or sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think guns are not real weapons 'cuz they're not in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see lightning, you try to split it in half with chidori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF lightning ever gets split, you'll think it's Kakashi doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call a weassel Itachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think earth quakes, storms, rain, lightning and thunder, tornados and tsunamies are jutsus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all the hand signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to go to a ninja school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to japan to praise Masashi Kishimoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a giant fan and swing it like Temari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think everyone at a cosplay convention is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think blondes are the fastest in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You immitate Gaara with shaving off your eyebrows, put on eyeliner and getting his love tat- oh wait, it's part of his skin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have blonde hair, blue eyes and an orange jumpsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have long black hair, so you think if you get red contacts and wrap yourself in toilet paper you'd be just like Kurenai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a picture of a chicken but the eyes come out red on the chiken and you say or think, "Holy Crap! Oh My Kami! It's SAUSKE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You die your hair white, put a headband around your left eye and wear a mask and think you Kakashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take red contacts and kill your best friend to obtain mangekyou sharingan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you start going blind from having the contacts on to long, and try to save yourself by taking your sibling's eyes and saying "THE LIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your twin was a shadow clone you made in your mother's (or father's) womb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then think "Holy Crap! I really am a ninja!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person is walking seven dogs and you think "He must be a good summoner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet someone with the same last name as you and you think "This guy must be from my clan,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think X-ray vision is activated by Bakyugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get white contacts to get Byakugan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people run away from your 'Byakugan' ... no, they're just running away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Sharingan is THE best cheat in the game of simon says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Byakugan is the best cheat in eye spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear green spandex and scream "YOUTH!" or "THE SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH TURNS INTO THE MANLINESS OF SUMMER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people hug and their both wearing green, you take the opportunity to put a sunset and crashing wave backround behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think WOMEN RAPING YOU IS A BAD THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at a mirror and see yourself you think "I KNOW HAKU'S JUTSU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can throw scuwers and think they're senboms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You throw a knife and have good aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take something that has three prongs and looks like a kunai and say "HARAISHIN NO JUTSU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever you see a tornado in the shape of a ball, you think it's Rasengan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think flashlights that move your shadows are the work of the Nara clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think pumping blood into your fist will make a powerful punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know EVERYTHING ABOUT NARUTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE YOU A NARUTARD?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-4348718026844874240?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/4348718026844874240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=4348718026844874240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4348718026844874240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/4348718026844874240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/09/naruto-is-most-popular-anime-around.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3613419427074252725</id><published>2008-08-30T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:31:45.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come to think of it it's exacally 3 months to my birthday!!! start viewing my wishlist people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3613419427074252725?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3613419427074252725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3613419427074252725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3613419427074252725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3613419427074252725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/come-to-think-of-it-its-exacally-3.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-8470744841078332772</id><published>2008-08-30T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:21:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since my laptop as Fallen, died, passed away, moved on or lets just say crashed and burned, i lost the whole TWILIGHT MISERY series i was working on for a solid 2 months. i did a reflection on it because i was like, EMO-ING in that dark corner of mine, and HEY! Heaven's light shone upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to comic zone today to look for my usual books. then THERE WAS A NEW SHUGO CHARA BOOK! YES. i was like "AHHAHAHAHAHAHA" in the book shop and the kor kor thought i lost it. there were LOADS of new books. sigh* so many book, so little money! so i read it lah. then PING i found my new STORYLINE. like. HOLY CRAP I'VE GOT IT. so now that my desktop is newly formated &lt;--yippe! another good thing! i'm gonna work on Twilight Lust yep. new and improved. the pairing stays because GAWD IS THERE ANY BETTER? so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;progress on this story does not start now though. i need that rough sketch in my head before i can start. i've always had that fear of being stuck somewhere close to the end. yeah. pondering over the DeidaraXOC on. a writer's emotion must not show in the story. I PRACTICALLY, bent, twisted, melt my way into expressing mine. so now i'm in a little trouble with the "storyline road block" but no worries. i'm ending that story with a 10 000 word, word count per chapter. last 3 trying my best to U-turn out of the current complecated situation of that story. you should read it. its like super CLIMAX now but i dont want to Anti climax it and end all the fun. i'm not used to doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. Twilight Lust will end in it's usual 8 chapters lah. got TONS of subscribers pestering me! i cant even have some fun! their asking me to write all kinds of Oneshots! prince of tennis, bleach, naruto, Shugo Chara!, gundam seed, familiar of zero and d gray man. thats super alot for me lah! they asking me write the usual Girl X Boy sometimes GirlXGirl which i outwordly REFUSED and BoyXBoy OMG i looked at the request and my jaw dropped. like DROPPED. I CANT HAVE HANDSOME GUYS KISSING ANOTHER GUY MAN.  NO NO NO CUT CUT CUT. IT'S ALL WRONG WRONG WRONG. why cant some people get it out of their sick minds?! i hate yaio Pairings! and KANDA IS NOT GAY!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH ALLEN LOOKS GIRLY! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok *ahem* back to the real world. i'll start it during the official starting of the school holis hopefully i'll be able to finish aleast half of it before it surfaces. and then may be i'll be able to U Turn out of the STUCK-ED story. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS TOO MUCH ACCOMPLISHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll comcentrate on the new story first. sigh* its back to the drawing borad. YES BE HAPPY JASMINE. ITS FINALLY COMING OUT. gimme a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8470744841078332772?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8470744841078332772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8470744841078332772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8470744841078332772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8470744841078332772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/since-my-laptop-as-fallen-died-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-8863293764168410892</id><published>2008-08-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:17:53.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was awesome lah. didnt run for the stupid ACES day thing. then went up to the classroom and then VS jasmine in DJMax. but her PSP no batt haha (: then went to recess well it was supposed to be but then mr fanandis made us go "warm down" and scratch that. we didnt even run!&lt;br /&gt;so went back up to class to play PSP. wah lao. this class really have no respect for a normal human being lah. you people you know who you are. you know that you are some sick person that enjoys some one elses pain and irritation. you know jolly well who you are. you know that you dont have enough attention at home. why? you're not attached?? oh are you too ugly and unwanted that you cant find a decent girl/boy friend? or are you just so sick in your head  that you cant stand other people's happiness?&lt;br /&gt;face it. your so sick that you cant be like us normal people and mind our own business. is that true? are you hurt? you know why? because you know its true. you know that you live a miserable and deprived LIFE. do you understand me? STOP THIS. ITS SO DISGUSTING AND DEGRADING. WHY CAN YOU INBECILES JUST STOP?!&lt;br /&gt;are you going to spam my tag now? it would only prove EVEN more that all this is true. what are you going to say? what are you going to do? trust me i'm smarter. i know better than to react to your insults.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are so pathetic it's almost sad. when i look at you. i laugh. not at the victim but at the person targeting. i dont even feel sorry for you when your in trouble. because. I KNOW ITS NOT WORTH IT. seriously. why am i so forgiving when i know some people just wont change? you know this? then you can change it. life is a bundel of choices. you get by if you choose correctly. and i'm telling you. you've choosen wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M DONE WITH MY RANTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiliang came over to play DJMax with me. i must admit that his good in 4Button. but he sucks in 5Button. TRAIN UP AND PLAY 5BUTTON WITH ME WEILIANG.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i know why i'm so angry. i've been reading so many fanfictions. i'm just very angry with the way the author writes. so many cliffies!!! so frustrating to know that no matter how much i read it. the storyline does not show haha (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKS GO SPAM MY TAG IF YOU WANT. BUT I DONT CARE.I ONLY REPLY TO SENSIBLE TAGS. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dare you to target me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-8863293764168410892?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/8863293764168410892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=8863293764168410892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8863293764168410892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/8863293764168410892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-awesome-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2626016774097527463</id><published>2008-08-22T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:06:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. i was busy rotting at home today. playing computer and PSP all day long. OMG IT WAS SO BORING!!!! manga oso no new chapters shesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one evry blogs these few days eh. it's getting quite lonely online hm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2626016774097527463?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2626016774097527463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2626016774097527463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2626016774097527463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2626016774097527463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-717099019147619170</id><published>2008-08-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:19:29.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missed two days of school because i had a fever. Winsome drowned me with water on wednesday lah! bottle after bottle. first time i go toilet so many times. and the worst part is i had no appitite! i was starting to wonder if i had eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. my fever went down today so i'm officially Fever-free but my cough affected me alot so i cant speak like myself now. probably lost my voice. so here i am. rotting at home and feeling... SICK AND TIRED. sick because of my cough and tired because a took medicine. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm going to play miniclip now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-717099019147619170?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/717099019147619170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=717099019147619170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/717099019147619170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/717099019147619170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/missed-two-days-of-school-because-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-3230611051873023972</id><published>2008-08-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:49:36.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok! Jian cheng send this these photos today. fresh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWHyZ_hZpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RHquX_kBpkk/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWHyZ_hZpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RHquX_kBpkk/s320/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234739441928595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWHyQAaOsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xoVcM7u3Q7U/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWHyQAaOsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xoVcM7u3Q7U/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234739439247964866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGU6bXKII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QmvOnoqiaow/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGU6bXKII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QmvOnoqiaow/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234737835727595650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGVhwVLaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1gTWKN5C-ig/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGVhwVLaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1gTWKN5C-ig/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234737846284529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGVMDulrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-eWKUtbPtrg/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGVMDulrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-eWKUtbPtrg/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234737840460306098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGUluhrdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NG5FGo7TU9w/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGUluhrdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NG5FGo7TU9w/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234737830170832338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGUZvGywI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yLCip4vA_yI/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWGUZvGywI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yLCip4vA_yI/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234737826952039170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. for today. AND NO I'M NOT MUSHROOM HEADED EMO&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-3230611051873023972?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/3230611051873023972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=3230611051873023972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3230611051873023972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/3230611051873023972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-ok-jian-cheng-send-this-these-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TZNkRPaufnw/SKWHyZ_hZpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RHquX_kBpkk/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1455131290412997785.post-9024501126056978726</id><published>2008-08-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:27:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets start anew and be happy without the emotion called: Love and sadness&lt;br /&gt;Lets be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! today went to FLYER TODAY. it  was awesome lah! we were like super high inside lah! then the guys kept trying to look under the girl's shirts. awesome lah! alot of people got fear of heights lah. we didnt dare to move around in the capsule  for a while until i stated moving around adventurously:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some even dared to sit at the side. Jie en was looking down. she though she was going to drop her phone into a sea. haha. it's only glass jia en babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. very. we were super high. no teacher leh! :) when we reached the top we took ALOT of photos lah. oh btw i thinks i'm depressed :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i waited for jasmine CCA to finish. then when we walking home hor the METAL/IRON gates from YCKPS open. we were both so freaked! :S then i walked with her for a while before i found she was not going to hougang green haha&lt;br /&gt;so i walked back. then i met my neighbour so i went up with her. i didnt meet the lift "thing" :)&lt;br /&gt;ok im going now. irritate Emo now. make him lose in dota :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9024501126056978726?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9024501126056978726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9024501126056978726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9024501126056978726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9024501126056978726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-start-anew-and-be-happy-without.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-990555307312360359</id><published>2008-08-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:22:29.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was pretty normal today.&lt;br /&gt;went to schoool&lt;br /&gt;only that i had 5 straight free periods&lt;br /&gt;haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways went around to macdonald's for a green apple ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty much my lunch lah&lt;br /&gt;then i bought my small FLENCH FLYS and then shared it with jie en because i looted some of her's during her meal. :) professional looter.  in maple alike :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. emo ignored me the whole day so i was uber sian lo. but i made use of myself and went to sleep in class. oh i cant message him any more. my bill burst already. i've been doing a self reflection lately. i dont smile alot at home anymore. pretty dull. i dont like this. it'll be pretty lonely without my usual friends. i think i'm suffering from "School Sick-ness" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had a really good time in debates today! yeah. i was purposed to disagree with "A" which is Jia En. haha it was super fun. everyone had their own views lah! i tried my best man. but we ended up with one view. and it was FIFER! yeah. the island that many have feared and surrounded with many superstitions! lol. jia en like totally didnt want to go there lah. alot of funny reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home. computer has restarted on me alot of times. okok&lt;br /&gt;i got to go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-990555307312360359?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/990555307312360359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=990555307312360359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/990555307312360359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/990555307312360359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-pretty-normal-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-5522100249357673114</id><published>2008-08-12T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:03:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;so whats the use of being so nice to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;dont really care do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;you dont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;like everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;dont understand my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;when everything comes crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate it when this happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;when i have to comfort myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;its never about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;its never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont make so much noise. Cherie is sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Its always Get up. time to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i look forward to going to school because i thought people cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;and really, they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i am human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can never be content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the stupid one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the one that broke the "Less than 200 T-Score" for PSLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the only one that didnt go to a good primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the one that never cared about sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the music obsessed freak of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be the girl that no one cared about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want a proper family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont have a mother now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want the care of my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want many friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i strive to have many friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant stand this disgusting life of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;all that happens everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i didnt do anything to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i was so foolish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i can see from here i can never be myself anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;what is life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;regret or jealousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont feel any love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant stand it sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i tend to blow my top sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i have to apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel so down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel like i've died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel like i've gone so cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to go upstairs to cry my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;because no one understands this overwhelming sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;no literature can describe my saddness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;there are somethings in life that you cant have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll smile for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;smile for evryone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;why am i here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;can my laptop provide me the company i want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;the answer is no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;because no matter how hard i try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;masking my emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;it all comes slipping out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;yet no one knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;no one would even care to know about my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;its so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;depressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;am i allowed to hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not even allowed to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant find my mr right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe some people are now people are not supposed to have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;what a cruel world is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-5522100249357673114?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/5522100249357673114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=5522100249357673114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5522100249357673114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/5522100249357673114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-whats-use-of-being-so-nice-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-9160668726386983482</id><published>2008-08-05T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:44:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i was super glum when i was reaching the end of the day. because got Ncc. super sian eh. i dunno lah. no more fire burning in me to go. it's just that i dont mix well with the group. i only have a good friend in there which is Asykhin and sometimes her doesnt come or we split groups and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dont know why but wen ting and i arent on very good terms now :(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i only have one friend if i really count. i got a call from my mother during Ncc. i'm very interested in music. Arts? my mother said i should go to Guitar instead of Ncc. i thought about it for a while. if i quit now. all my 2 twos of Ncc will be wasted. Next year is Spec course. but i dont know what i'm going to do without my friends around. even if i see them as friends. i must admit. we're not as close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i got 16/25 for lit. jia en for 19. super envious. i wanna be as good too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everytime a cry,&lt;br /&gt;weather its about family, friends or relations&lt;br /&gt;i tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;"it's ok"&lt;br /&gt;I'd try not to think about it&lt;br /&gt;drown it with my overflowing happiness&lt;br /&gt;but when it hits me again&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask myself&lt;br /&gt;why am i crying for?&lt;br /&gt;what purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes it's&lt;br /&gt;what is this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;am i putting my faith in the right ones?&lt;br /&gt;gosh so childish&lt;br /&gt;i try to be as open as i can.&lt;br /&gt;grabbing any chance that i can smile.&lt;br /&gt;covering up for my miserable life&lt;br /&gt;watch me smile my naturally fake smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-9160668726386983482?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/9160668726386983482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=9160668726386983482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9160668726386983482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/9160668726386983482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-was-super-glum-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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-1455131290412997785.post-2144036108823418410</id><published>2008-08-04T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:28:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ok lah. kena slapped by JoJo's Glitter filled hand and then i had SHINY FACE :D&lt;br /&gt;yar. slapped her back too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they practice for cheer. wanted to cheer with them but i think like super Extra so i quiet down lor. 2E4 HUAT ARRRRRRRRRRRRr&lt;br /&gt;just you watch competitors of 2E4! They Gonna Beat You Down! yeah. then we went to talk about the cheers in class. missed the sec 1 cheers. :'( we were only 10mins late lor! so we walked back to class and clean up the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see the sectionals in BAND-IE play. then i dunno who go and CLASH the two metal thing things at my ear. i think i went deaf lah. the first time JoJo hit me on my left ear it went totally numb! i thought i lost my sense of hearing. scraed me to death XP. then how kena right ear. *sigh* neutralized eh. *sigh* tmr got Ncc. Compulsory. *sigh* life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well back to watching Special A for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1455131290412997785-2144036108823418410?l=thesketchpencil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/feeds/2144036108823418410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1455131290412997785&amp;postID=2144036108823418410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2144036108823418410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1455131290412997785/posts/default/2144036108823418410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesketchpencil.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-ok-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>KimChi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837774123161102180</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>
