<?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-9655139</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:::::ALTER EGO &gt;&gt;&gt; MONA LISA :::::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-117549798459870063</id><published>2007-04-02T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:18:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-re-surected</title><content type='html'>I THINK I'M BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye. back with so much more to give and back with a vengeance with an attitude of a skunk. ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-117549798459870063?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/117549798459870063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/117549798459870063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2007/04/re-re-surected.html' title='re-re-surected'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-116028658269019392</id><published>2006-10-07T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:16:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREETINGS FROM SHARINA! HEYYYYYY HO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOG IS INACTIVE TYVM. so --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/crashingstarlights"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; CLICK CLOCK ME :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-116028658269019392?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/116028658269019392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/116028658269019392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/10/greetings-from-sharina-heyyyyyy-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115632608543509638</id><published>2006-08-20T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:41:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full shift at work today. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it went better than i thought it would be. seriously, some men are just so pervetic. i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they would come up to me and ask for the price and stuff...ask and ask and ask then they wouldnt buy it. and some would just stare at me like whatever the freak for. and worse, they take out their cams and pointed it in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i would think "oh, they want a postcard picture of the shop" so i would move away and the camera changes its position as well and aimed back at me. fuckin pervs. and that happen like dunno how many times la. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a good day. tired but good. so no complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh. i wanna go for the pot luck party tmr. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115632608543509638?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115632608543509638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115632608543509638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-title.html' title='no title.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115632600335334437</id><published>2006-08-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:40:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy joy joy to the country</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Dayyyyy. well, i like it here in singapore. i'm glad i didnt like follow my dad to the US or somethin. Singapore is some really awesome country and i really really like it here. patriotic me!  wheeee. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was  full moon today. gosh u guys shud have seen the moon. it was soooooo pretty. so i was workin and then Frankie (my colleague) came along and he was tellin me to look at the moon and when i saw it i went "whoa. it's so pretty" and i think i was gushin out loud or somethin and then he said..."if i was superman, i would fly you to the moon" and i went awwwwwwwww inside. that's like so so so sweet. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since he was hanging around my work area we talked and talked and talked though he was suppose to be in the other shop. and since i was sellin ice cream i went "aaaagh. i feel like eatin ice cream" and then he opened the fridge and gave me an ice cream cone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was...uh..in seconday school term...dumbfounded. lmao. seriously though. and i was like "for me?" and he said "ya la. u said u want ice cream right? so i gave u one." gosh that was like the second sweet thing he did in the same night within the same hour la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Frankie...he's like some small boy trapped in a...okay i dunno how old he is. 30 maybe? but dammit. he's like so so so cute. gosh. okay i'm gushin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project meeting for the final final final so-called presentation went fine. as usual, the usual need to digress and everythin and we saw an Ashlee Simpson lookalike. omG she so looks like her. and she's like so hot. and i love love love wad she was wearing. rocks.  \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i called bethhhhh. it's somethin cuz i dont usually call people to just...talk. and gosh it's so expensive. 35 cents per min?  rahh.  &gt;.&lt;   not fair. so i talked to her for abt 10 min and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my job's done here.  *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115632600335334437?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115632600335334437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115632600335334437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-happy-joy-joy-to-country.html' title='happy happy joy joy to the country'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115486448196782470</id><published>2006-08-06T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:41:21.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost almost.</title><content type='html'>Things been so haywire. Once again, history repeats itself. This semester, i spent 3 nights not sleeping - MIA Ca, MIA CA 2 and CIBM. and i think it's gonna happen again - for WFM. rahh i'm just so lazyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt slp the whole of thurs night doin cibm and when i got home on friday night, i straight away went to bed. went to bed at 9. lmao. and worse still, got awoken up by a call at 430 am and then i went online till like 10 am before i got another couple hours of slp. lmao. it's so nutsy that i am crackin myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean last min work? oh come on. That was so not Sharina. we were given like a month to prepare and i started a day before it. still, i think i shud be gracious to the fact that i did manage to finish it. i await the grade. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactly. anyway&lt;/em&gt;. stop laughin at me sonia and may and jy and sabby. *makes a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to shop shop shop after the meeting. dammit. summer end sale everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am so screwed la. i used the money that i am suppose to pay for my phone bill to buy clothes. screwed. just like how i've been throughout this semester. but hey, i got a top and pants. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, a guy's top. gosh, i so need to alter it but it looked so damn hot. and grey pants. wheee. issit grey or gray? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 7 and Veronica Mars just ended. i shall take a nap, watch Las Vegas at 10 AND THEN do WFM. that shouldnt be a problem eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115486448196782470?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115486448196782470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115486448196782470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/08/almost-almost.html' title='almost almost.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115486398662854703</id><published>2006-08-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:33:06.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost over.</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the many busy days i am entitled to a good day. yay. it's almost over. almost. cuz it'll never be over. geez i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work and Frankie and i hit it off. damn he's so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to work like 15min early (i'm never early. i'm always on time. hah) and the manager was there and when i walked in he was like staring at me and i'm like...&lt;em&gt;eh?&lt;/em&gt; and it's so weird la cuz he was like watchin me and i felt so damn nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it hit me - my manager has a crush on me. &gt;.&lt; rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked my aunt for my name can. lmao la. and during the later hours, he was like standin beside me and giving me those "hey" kinda faces. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's like 40plus plus and has a ring on his weddin finger. lmao. but nahhh, i think he's a nice guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. Frankie and i talked more than usual. gosh he's like this small boy la. and then he pointed out to this fat girl wearing this short skirt and said "she wear the skirt why like that" and i looked over and then this gust of wind blew and her skirt lifted up and we saw her buttcheeks. then we just looked at each other and burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it was hilarious. like wtf? wahahahaha. couldnt stop laughin for like ten min. thank goodness my aunt wasnt arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this indian tourist who took out his camera and directed at where i was standing. and i was like ugh i gotta move so i moved to the other corner of the room and then he shifted his camera and directed at my new position. or at me i must say. wtf la.&lt;em&gt; perv.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all before the exciting day at work, bryan brought me out for lunch and guess what. we were both wearing a green top and jeans. and to make it worse, the same shade of green. gosh i was like so bloody embarrassed. and yay he was wearin the shirt i bought for him. but still. rahh. corny corny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115486398662854703?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115486398662854703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115486398662854703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-almost-over.html' title='it&apos;s almost over.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115426979341421533</id><published>2006-07-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:29:54.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Hope Flannegan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet another update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG EMO BOY TALKED TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he waved at me then he minded his own business and then later on he waved at me again and walked over to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i almost died. you should have seen what he was wearin. totally my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i learnt that his name is Eugene. and yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eugene is such an eww name. like the "eu" in the name "eugene itself". but he's so yummy-licious. wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i am Hope. Hope Flannegan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meet Hope Flannegan people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So spec dip shooting is o-v-e-r. it was fun while it lasted i must say. pretty much. i hope i was okay as Hope. LOL. i mean i cant act for nuts la but they are all so encouraging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and yes i had to eat instant noodles again. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOOK HOT EATING INSTANT NOODLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so hot that i had to do it twice. LMFAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wahhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so spec dip fyp wasnt as bad. i "hope" the final product will turn out fine. *cross fingers and toes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NAFA can go suck eggs. LMAo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i failed my 2.4km run. that is like so degrading la. like u did pretty well in the other stations and then WHAM u failed the last one. wahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to sonny son son though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i spent the whole of thurs night and friday morning up. thanks to the MIA report. i;ve never in my whole entire life sit infront of my desktop from 10pm to 830am. ten and a half hour straight. gosh. without a break some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so went to class MIA late. and slept for three-quarter of the class. u cant blame me. and i skipped Gems class to sleep in the library. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;neck hurts. but at least i caught up with some slp. and i had company. though it doesnt matter. huijin and rubest were catchin up on some slp as well. wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so now my back is aching. it aches like fuck. ouch ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yay to cibm. i shall start monday night. someone encourage me pls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115426979341421533?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115426979341421533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115426979341421533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-im-hope-flannegan.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Hope Flannegan'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115349868994841868</id><published>2006-07-22T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:18:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my PET TURTLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've got a PET TURTLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;wooots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;*dances around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;there were like so many terrapins for me to choose from and all of them were like so small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and most of them were sleepin and then i saw one which was movin and it was lookin at me!&lt;br /&gt;so i picked that one out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i got it a big cage and some food. there's a bridge and a fake tree and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and when the woman put the terrapin on my palm. the terrapin scurried off and i screamed. it almost fell. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum was like "WHY IN THE WORLD DO U HAVE THAT IN THE HOUSE".&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;she cant stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's sleepin now...my terrapin. and i still havent had a name for it. i promised i will give him a name soon. oh yea it's male btw. and it's so so so small! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;been a while since i update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;school's chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;life's chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's been a roller coaster ride for me. a roller coaster ride full of confusion. and doubt. and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;but it's been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;school's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;with all the bimbo-ness goin on and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;sabby is the original bimbo. wahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and damn i'm so not blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and denise keep sayin "u're even slower than a turtle with no legs". wahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;lazy to type further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;RAH. two reports due next week. NOT COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115349868994841868?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115349868994841868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115349868994841868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-pet-turtle.html' title='my PET TURTLE!'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115229199940444632</id><published>2006-07-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:06:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have boring titles. but this is really an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;woooo. finally the mood to update! and the time as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...this two weeks have been a rollercoaster ride of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;a major rollercoaster ride of feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example take this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horoscope Taurus - 7th July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Aren't you sick of playing it safe? Dare to dream. It's time to dive into a new project or line of work. The risks are great, but so are the payoffs. Try applying this attitude when it comes to romance too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. let's do &lt;strong&gt;Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..CA marks for WFM. yay a B. a B for a writing module. woots woots. i guess. haha. and Mr Ang and his antics in CIBM. i think he's like super funny la. lmao. and i think he wants people to think he's funny that's why the funny antics. cuz he has that expectant look on his face when he...does his whatever lame things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work after that. frown at work as usual. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cried in the bus on the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday &lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prj discussion for Spec Dip and i was like GET A TURTLE AS A PET! and then there's this huge revelation and i felt that i needed a turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it's weird cuz it's like i long for a turtle. badly. like i was thinkin "the turtle can be my friend. and maybe i can talk to the turtle like how Hope will talk to her turtle." and i was happy cuz i really wanted to get a turtle. they are like small and cute and all and...green. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am considerin gettin a pet turtle. just that i wouldnt know how to take care of it. like I DONT OWN PETS FFS. and wad if it grows really big? what do i do with it? *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICMT was a...blast. like we were blasted. lol. but then the horoscope on that day said somethin like the achievement has yet to come. that means that we are halfway there. for icmt i guess. at least that's over and done with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mood was light on that day. amazing. i usually have this frown on when i work. like &lt;em&gt;FREAK GO AWAY. DONT BUY THINGS FROM ME.&lt;/em&gt; haha. seriously. i think i scare customers away. and the CEO hates me. or so i think. she's always walkin arnd and everytime, i would look really serious or somethin. and she doesnt like that. i mean...people in the service sector are to smile right? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was pretty much smilin the whole day that day. AWESOME. and there's this italian couple..he wanted to buy candy and i was like $3 and gave the hand sign 3 as well. and he was like "Tres?". and i was like...oh wow, italian. and then i went "grazie". wahahaha. me tryin to be international. and he said this long phrase in italian and i was like HUH. and then he smiled and walked away. somethin somethin espanyol somethin somethin. i felt like an idiot. wahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only yesterday but i cant rmb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i nv learn anythin on Friday. or on any school days for that matter. lol. like i dont give a damn abt the presentations.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, claire ng was HIlarious today. like totally. wahahaha. she damn funny la. she's was circling two words on the whiteboard and then she draw some lines at the end of it and said "look like my sunglasses right". and she went on abt how her sunglasses is her hairband and stuff. lmao la.&lt;br /&gt;and others.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKEW SONIA FOR THE CAKES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;\m/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELL YEA. BRING MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. thanks again son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, sonia is MEAN. cuz she drew on my hand five times today is lecture. oh i just came up with somethin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad do u get when sonia is mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mea&lt;em&gt;NIA&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for three nights in a row, i've been having the ultimate paralysed leg thingy. i dont really know what it's called cuz i have no idea what it is. it hasnt happen since i was like 16 or somethin and now it's back again. three nights in a row i suffered before slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like there will be this sensation (a painful one) from my foot and it'll travel up to my calf. and i can practically feel it move. and then there will be this thing that gather at my calf and it'll like bunch up together and then my calf will grow all muscular and hard. and at that point, i wont be able to feel my leg. at all. and it happened one leg after another. and like i wanna scream in pain and twice i was sobbing. and i couldnt do anythin abt it. i cant move the leg and i cant feel it. and it can last up to 40min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary. and now it's acting up again, like i can feel it...anytime, the thing is gonna gather loads and start eatin up my calf. this time round my right leg. i am living in fear.&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/9655139-115229199940444632?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115229199940444632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115229199940444632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-boring-titles-but-this-is.html' title='i have boring titles. but this is really an update'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115125840008134051</id><published>2006-06-26T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:00:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so true. too true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus - 25th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Life is a fluid experience, now so more than ever. Things keep changing, and usually you're ready to roll with the punches. It's part of what keeps things exciting. Right now, these changes may require some painful (or at least slightly uncomfortable) adjustments on your part. You might even have to postpone some big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: #990033; BORDER-BOTTOM: #990033 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://horoscopes.astrology.com/dailylongtaurus.html?ice=ast,scopes,mnext#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; plans, but this adjustment doesn't have to be permanent, so let go of that concern for now. It's not like you're failing, you're just putting off the inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how true can that get. 3 people walked out on me. and my aunt sorta gave me a tick off in the morning. like when the clock struck 12 midnight yesterday, gosh it was so horrible. like everythin was perfectly fine till 3am and all the way till this morning. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and check this one out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taurus - 26th May 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(daily overview)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Why not spend some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: #990033; BORDER-BOTTOM: #990033 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://horoscopes.astrology.com/dailytaurustom.html?ice=ast,fp,horo,tom#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; with old friends and family? At the least, you'll reconnect with some loved ones you haven't seen in far too long. At most, you'll rejuvenate your soul and refresh your sense of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hell yea. meetin debbie deb deb tmr. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for perfection? You will get tantalizingly close -- your plans will fall together perfectly and you will win some admirers along the way. This home run should keep your competitive streak satisfied for a while, so try to be content with what you've accomplished. Your drive is admirable, but if you focus too much on what could be better, you will miss out on all the things are that working so well. Things aren't ever going to be perfect -- and no one expects them to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about cibm and icm? lol. geez. i am sleepy. i cant go on sleepin at 6am anymore. aaaargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115125840008134051?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115125840008134051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115125840008134051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-true-too-true_26.html' title='so true. too true.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115125833310334406</id><published>2006-06-26T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:58:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so true. too true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus - 25th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Life is a fluid experience, now so more than ever. Things keep changing, and usually you're ready to roll with the punches. It's part of what keeps things exciting. Right now, these changes may require some painful (or at least slightly uncomfortable) adjustments on your part. You might even have to postpone some big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: #990033; BORDER-BOTTOM: #990033 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://horoscopes.astrology.com/dailylongtaurus.html?ice=ast,scopes,mnext#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; plans, but this adjustment doesn't have to be permanent, so let go of that concern for now. It's not like you're failing, you're just putting off the inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;how true can that get. 3 people walked out on me. and my aunt sorta gave me a tick off in the morning. like when the clock struck 12 midnight yesterday, gosh it was so horrible. like everythin was perfectly fine till 3am and all the way till this morning. geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and check this one out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taurus - 26th May 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(daily overview)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Why not spend some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="iAs" style="COLOR: #990033; BORDER-BOTTOM: #990033 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://horoscopes.astrology.com/dailytaurustom.html?ice=ast,fp,horo,tom#" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt; with old friends and family? At the least, you'll reconnect with some loved ones you haven't seen in far too long. At most, you'll rejuvenate your soul and refresh your sense of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hell yea. meetin debbie deb deb tmr. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searching for perfection? You will get tantalizingly close -- your plans will fall together perfectly and you will win some admirers along the way. This home run should keep your competitive streak satisfied for a while, so try to be content with what you've accomplished. Your drive is admirable, but if you focus too much on what could be better, you will miss out on all the things are that working so well. Things aren't ever going to be perfect -- and no one expects them to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talking about cibm and icm? lol. geez. i am sleepy. i cant go on sleepin at 6am anymore. aaaargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115125833310334406?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115125833310334406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115125833310334406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-true-too-true.html' title='so true. too true.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115071855787882736</id><published>2006-06-19T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T06:00:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things.</title><content type='html'>okayyy...from soniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;names i go by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shar&lt;br /&gt;sharky shar shar&lt;br /&gt;sharin&lt;br /&gt;sharina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parts of the heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese + javanese ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;things that scare me most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;bugs.&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;everyday essentials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food food and more food.&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&lt;br /&gt;daily computer dosage (msn+ragen+reyna+panda+RC+robyn+tabby+++)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things that you're wearing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee and minis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fave bands/singers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too many!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BritneyBritney!&lt;br /&gt;Avril!&lt;br /&gt;Sugarcult!&lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;things i want in a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the moral things.&lt;br /&gt;kisshesandhugsandkisshesandhugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2 truths and 1 lie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ll die without m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;i aint straight.&lt;br /&gt;i watch tv everday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeth.&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;smell...&lt;br /&gt;oh wait...physical...hmm...hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hobbies? so secondary school seh. haha. ::&lt;br /&gt;tv!&lt;br /&gt;be on the com 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;things i want badly now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal-ity.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;places i wanna go for vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;back to Texas. oh and pit stop - Nevada + Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things i wanna try doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat Mc everyday. lol.&lt;br /&gt;not to on the com for at least 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3 people i wanna see doing this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flora&lt;br /&gt;Sabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sonia (but she already did. ha. :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115071855787882736?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115071855787882736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115071855787882736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-things.html' title='3 Things.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115071801777391834</id><published>2006-06-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:53:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>class outing + wc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's peculiar that mexico can lose to angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's even peculiar that italy could lose to US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and say goodbye to my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but however bad it was, i was kinda proud of the mexico vs angola match. i mean..dude! there's the singapore referee! and he's the main referee! boy, was i so proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;see? i am patriotic after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so Friday class outing was fun after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wanna thank Ms Helen Ng for the apple crumble and mango crumble (if that's what u call it). it was YUM YUM. though i am not a fan of mango though. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and pillow/cushion fight with sonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I LOVE PILLOW FIGHTS. wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and gosh the incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;as in Ryan's incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;like how selenge can he get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so what happened was that Ryan wanted to walk over to the other side or somethin and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLONK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the whole of this right leg was submerged in soil. like the ground swallowed him or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;gosh it was hilarious. and when he pulled out his leg he was like eeeee. and that sounds funny too. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and his slipper was lost in amidst the mud in the ground and he had to find it using this long stick. lmao la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;watched the whole 3 matches at East Coast. woohoo. all 9 of us. pretty much. except for the weak ones. wahaha. ryan and james. tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Argentina vs Serb&amp;Montenegro.&lt;br /&gt;Holland vs Ivory Coast&lt;br /&gt;Mexico vs Angola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;exciting-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and well yea, it was the start of my losing streak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115071801777391834?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115071801777391834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115071801777391834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-outing-wc_19.html' title='class outing + wc!'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115021653978282018</id><published>2006-06-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:35:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am emo. or am i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so i sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;like on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and then Hafiz came along and said "eh why you look so emo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and i was like "huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and then i was like yayy i'm emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so bottomline is....what i'm tryin to say....yay to emo-ness. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115021653978282018?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115021653978282018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115021653978282018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-emo-or-am-i.html' title='i am emo. or am i.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-115004378311158402</id><published>2006-06-11T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T09:36:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they call it coincidences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i am still so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad at MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cuz of that, i am mad at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've been staring at the computer screen for 4 hours?? since 2pm. and that's only today. what abt the time spent on saturday and friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird things been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe they're just coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday...Peining's boyfriend out of the blue texted me asking me where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like HUH. first of all, it's been months since i talk/see her. and second of all, why did he text me of all people?? and how in the world did he get my number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way home...guessed who i bummed into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peining herself. She was shouting my name...me deaf being deaf. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...whoaa....way too much to be a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 8 and fell alseep. Woke up at 12am. went online. Slept at 7am. Woke up at 130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is definitely screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who i dreamed of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beth. (not sarah's beth...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes it all even weirder cuz 1) i have dreamless nights and 2) even if i DO dream, i cant remember any of my dreams. and last of all....beth?!? so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it almost felt real. like wayy too real. like i was holding a real conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my body i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omG love Rascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last line of the chorus is just so sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not seeing that loving you  Is what I was trying to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue bein' angry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-115004378311158402?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115004378311158402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/115004378311158402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-call-it-coincidences.html' title='they call it coincidences'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114996546580656725</id><published>2006-06-10T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:51:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA Literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Today was pretty much okay. The Media In Asia report is really bringing me down. i just want to get it over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should finish it on sunday. i should finish it on sunday. i should finish it on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait..i should start and finish it on sunday. i should start and finish it on sunday. i should start and finish it on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be free and then i wont be so hard on myself. but how do i even start if i dont even know wtf is goin on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so work was fine. better than expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my aunt wasnt reprimanding me or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was bored, i made my usual trips to the bathroom to...look at the mirror. &lt;em&gt;why, yes&lt;/em&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom at Mount Faber is like this open concept where there is a separate section for males and females and with like shared washing basins. very nature-like, with all the trees and wooden floors and stuff. so i was brushing my hair and this kinda old but fit angmoh (think George Clooney) was on his way to the bathroom and he said "beautiful beautiful." and he smiled. so nice la. what a teaser. lol. i was like so embarrassed la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this cute cute cute waiter....aaaaaaaaargh. OMG he is so cute with his semi-emo hair. and he smiled at me. like 3 times. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks too cute when he smiles! like nerd + emo. i like. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this group of Istanbul men. really nice people i must say. dashingly handsome even though they're like...well, have white hair growing out. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally bought a new watch. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate MIA FFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how the summer hols go. (=&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114996546580656725?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114996546580656725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114996546580656725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/mia-literally.html' title='MIA Literally.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114979509706517839</id><published>2006-06-07T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:31:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pizza pizza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So I ate one whole of a pizza today...everything, all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not only that, plus two chicken wings, garlic bread and a set of wedges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Like throughout the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;glutton glutton glutton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so i called up the pizza place thingy and waited for the pizza boy...hoping that it was the same pizza boy that sent the pizza combo meal previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;cuz if it is, then maybe i may invite him in for a while or somethin. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but nahh jo wil kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;these few days have been nothing but hell i guess. i am being reminded me of the MIA-rushing-for-report days.&lt;br /&gt;and it's bad. really bad. and i'm living the nightmare all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and Singapore Idol is so God damn bad. omG. it totally pisses me off. like wtf are they airing man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched She's The Man with Debbie Deb Deb on Monday. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;. it's totally hilarious. and the movie-goers...the crowd was just great even though the whole theatre was like fully booked. it was so friggin hilariously funny and i couldnt stop laughing la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then shop shop shop. and i bought my third belt in a month. like my first Quiksilver belt can? lol. i am so not gonna tell my mum; she'll just wrap all the belts around my neck or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to type further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114979509706517839?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114979509706517839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114979509706517839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/06/pizza-pizza.html' title='pizza pizza'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114908167668098058</id><published>2006-05-31T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T06:21:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rocker in meeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.That doesn't mean you don't rock out...You just rock out with meaning.For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114908167668098058?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114908167668098058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114908167668098058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/rocker-in-meeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='the rocker in meeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114801483007596722</id><published>2006-05-19T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:19:18.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Rock Cage Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lunch break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was madness. m-a-d-n-e-s-s. HARD ROCK CAFE. ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was hectic. ICM meeting is going somewhere. at least we are moving on from swot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the discussion and friendly arguments about dinosaurs and adam and eve and God and human and evolution. such intellectual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then wfm. poor me. i had to conduct a class with ten students whereas my other beloved students were busy enjoying Da Vinci Code. tsk tsk. haha. i wanna watch seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the SMART interview. well. kudos to the year 2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...went town to gear up for the Saw Loser (prev known as Pug jelly) + Crowned King (band from Canada) gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at Shaw. sonia is mean. she laughed at me 3 times in a row. like when i said "embarrasses" (yes i know...like what was i thinkin?) and when i hit my hand against the cup while doin some hand actions (God knows what i was thinking) and when i let go of my utensils in triumph when i finished my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jeslynn is just plain...&lt;em&gt;lmao.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"where is shaw huh? issit lido there?"&lt;/em&gt; wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and down to Hard Rock Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we just sat at this booth at the back before the real thing started and there's this mix-lookin guy who sat two booths away from us. he's like photographin the event or somethin. and he glanced at me twice. and sonia said he likes me and well....&lt;strong&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/strong&gt;. more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masashi is soooooo cute. especially when he performed the first two songs. it's like OH WOW. the way he played the guitar is so cute. and his mouth is like so cute. and he has such cute teeth. like seriously. it wasnt like aligned perfectly but it's like so cute. arrrgh. too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sam was just plained hilarious. the way he sings? lol. he kept jerking jerking. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that guitarist in the white shirt is oh-so-cute. and he glanced at me like 4 times! ooooh. hotnesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight is.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. the photographer. he's like taking photos from the sides (mainly) and since me, sonia and jeslynn were at the side...it was....ooooh. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought he smiled at me...like he knew i was lookin so he just smiled while taking photos and stuff. and once, he slightly tripped over my foot and i touched his hip. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he came over like oh-so-many times and he's just so good-lookin and the best thing is that he looks decent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was small but nevertheless it was not bad. the people in the centre were moshing. mainly guys and one girl. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the music was super loud that my ears almost burst. ouchy ouch ouch. but music's not bad i must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to get our drinks. sonia and i had mooseheads. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the whole thing ended, we hung arnd a lil and then sonia and i took photos with masashi individually when the opportunity struck. he is like so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i asked "can i take a photo with u?" Masashi was like pointing here and there, like "where do u wanna take" and then we just settled like anywhere. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gems class. it is now 1pm. i shall continue later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hmmm. where was i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oh yes. so i took a photo with Masashi. so cute! then sonia took one with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and randomly, sonia asked whether he knew TT guy. and we both pointed to the photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and he was like doin hand action sayin "come come" and then he approached the cute photographer and sonia followed him and then they started talkin to the photographer and then the cute guy walked over to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and all that time i was like &lt;em&gt;ohshitohshit&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; jeslynnhelpme&lt;/em&gt;. it's like oh-goodness-so-embarrassing. like &lt;strong&gt;oohhhhhhhhhhhhhnoooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then he came over and i was like &lt;strong&gt;*faints*.&lt;/strong&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;he is so HOT. like cute. like good-looking. and he asked for my name (i think - the music's too loud) and i was like "sharina" and "ur name is...?" and he was like blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i was like "edwin??" and he was like "no..." and somethin somethin. like after the third time, i learnt tt his name was like edwood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i was like...ok wad now...and i asked him whether he was an official photographer. i said official. wad the hell was wrong with me. i meant professional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and he was "oh no no. i'm a model. photography's just my hobby you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i was like HIS ACCENT IS SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and sonia told me in the cab later on tt masashi was admiring the both of us. or somethin like tt la. the point is: he is damn blood nice! as in masashi! so helpful. i shud have said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you're so kind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay, pun intended. my bad. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;back to edwood pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so sonia being sonia, asked "do u guys wanna take a picture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lmao la sonia. but i'm glad! OMG. he was like so close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and in the cab on the way home, sonia said we fit each other nicely. wahahaha. i wish la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay i am like grinning like an idiot as i am typing this. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pls pls pls rewind to tt moment pls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and then dunno wad happened and we're separated. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i missed the last bus and sonia missed the last train (like ages ago) so went over to son's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i was so restless at night. like i woke up like4 times between 130am to 6am. so i decided to just get up at 6 and go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i get to slp for like one hour before goin for MIA class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and yay, today is a good day after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;in fact, this whole week has been nothing but a bliss. like seriously. this week is just so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pretty much. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and seven-letter-boy text-ed me. wheee. awwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and johannan (guy frm gems class) was super nice. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so cute. wahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yay to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114801483007596722?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114801483007596722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114801483007596722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/hard-rock-cage-cafe.html' title='Hard Rock Cage Cafe'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114788084954120563</id><published>2006-05-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:47:29.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connect 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;today was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;due to lack of vocabulary (accordint to May)....: &lt;strong&gt;_ _ T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;figure tt word urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so the dance performance with aizat went smoothly. wheeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and thanks sonia / ryan for videocamin' it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and the food. wheeee. &lt;em&gt;chomp chomp chomp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and then off we went to Marina Square in hopes they had sneaks for Da Vinci Code. but cuz ryan is so selenge, there isnt any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and sorry guys! i just didnt wanna watch Poseidon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;went to zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and sonia and i sorta pointed to this button down shirt at the same time. telepathy's back! wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;we so so so love tt shirt. OMG. it's like so cute. it's like so Veronicas. and it's like only 75bucks. yes the last one was sarcastic. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the one at topshop is cuter! I WANNA GET ITTTTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and then volcomvolcomvolcom. OMG. tt t-shirt was so HOT. like WOW. i so wanna get ttttttttttttttttttttttt, bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but due to circumstances - i spent like over 400 last month and i didnt know where the money went - i cant cuz my mum will definitely scream at me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and yay. i get to trick sonia with my ultimate shoulder-tap-tap trick. she truly turned around when i tapped her other shoulder. WOOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;icmt was rather "happenin" today. lol. like whoaaaaa. kudos to james for the entertainment. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so this whole week has been nothin but good. let's see if it stays. which i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;seven-letter-boy is not here today. boo. but beth is. so wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tomorrow i shall wake up and say "today is gonna be a good day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i mean, after all...the first class is Mr Ang's anyhow. nothing to be unhappy about. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ugh. i am not doin any work again tonight. what's happenin to me. sigh. &lt;em&gt;boo. arrgh. bah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i got a sorethroat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114788084954120563?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114788084954120563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114788084954120563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/connect-2006.html' title='Connect 2006'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114779976113142150</id><published>2006-05-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:16:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Me Happy You</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS A HAPPY HAPPY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. tt's what i thought when i woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it stayed true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up like at 8 to like pee...and then when i get back to my room, my bedsheet was gone and i was like "mummyyyyy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was like "i am sendin it to the laundry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like booooo. there goes my favourite green-blue teddy bear bedsheet + pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i get to see a clean one in a week! wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum came back from the laundry and grocery and whatever and she bought me currypuffs. potatoes. i want potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she fed me two spoonfuls of rice + meat. wahaha. i felt like a baby! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night was.....eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like there was him, there was her, there was everybodyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online-wise. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been talkin to nurul for 3 hours straight. dude, does she crack me up. and my fingers are so tired typing and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was the "you're so kind" during the multi-conversation on msn and when i saw tt, i practically LOL. like WAHAHAHAHHA. all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Friendster's horoscope for today was somethin like hmm...shucks cant remember....somethin like ...bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme try...i am in someone's heart or somethin though i may or may not realise it.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was good cuz aizat and i completed our dance. &lt;em&gt;Be Without You&lt;/em&gt; is gonna be so hot!&lt;br /&gt;and Desperate Housewives was like damn funny la. last night tt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sleepiness during cibm. OMG. tt can really kill you, man. it's so WTF. like wad's goin on! sigh. and the fact tt i love cibm is worse. i meant...tt;s like so interesting yet like...HHWHY isnt it interesting! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Sunday was spent all at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally finished readin my storybook. &lt;strong&gt;Twins&lt;/strong&gt;. I love it. it went so off in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read for like six hours straight. like OMG. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i gave my mum a cake and did groceries and paid for the groceries. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i gotta stay off the computer. i spend at least 3 hours everyday. &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt;. everyone shud just stop coming online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i take tt back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114779976113142150?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114779976113142150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114779976113142150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-me-happy-you.html' title='Happy Me Happy You'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114745261853237577</id><published>2006-05-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:50:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bipolar and bipolics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;yay i shall blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;today is a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;today is a holiday and sadly today is a holiday filled with workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;today is a funny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;not really but well it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;project meetin at Milennia Walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;early early dinner. wad do we do before every project discussion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chomp chomp chomp.&lt;/em&gt; Burger King. &lt;em&gt;yum yum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and then we felt lazy. &lt;strong&gt;as always&lt;/strong&gt;. like since the beginning of the new semester, it's been all so slacked. way too slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;which is all wrong. it shud be frenzy and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;so once again, we digressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;somehow, i experienced different emotions within such short span of time. from laughin like noone's business, to being serious, to almost close to tears (when Evanescence's My Immortal came on radio) to being stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;as i would say it --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTTOMLINE:&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; i have bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we came to a conclusion that all of us had bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may is a &lt;em&gt;maypolar&lt;/em&gt;. (God knows why.) i have no clue why actually. but i just played along. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we became bipolics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bipolics sounds so cute. like me. &lt;strong&gt;yay. lmao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the&lt;em&gt; HHWHY&lt;/em&gt; issue. yessss tt's the key issue in our discussion. not SWOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad happened was...all of us...naturally pronounced why as HHWHY. like we didnt notice it. i think sonia got tt thing goin first. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of us began sayin &lt;em&gt;HHWHY and HHWHAT and HHWHITE&lt;/em&gt; as if it's second nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. it's scary i tell you. major influence. Mr ***...really ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and May being May, she kept interrupting me when we are NOT on the swot analysis with her very-sarcastic-and-over-used line of "&lt;em&gt;yess. i can see how this is gonna help us in our project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry May; i am still a fan of urs. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sabby is a rabbi. not the jewish rabbi but a rabb-y. lmao. she and her pr laughter. she's a gonecase i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont worry sabby, i am still one of ur biggest fans. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the telepathic duo: jiayin and jason. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia and i kept laughing. like laugh laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end.&lt;/strong&gt; lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i told u i havent been doin work. aaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. Ms Ng says in a media advisory, u gotta centralised the The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;THE END-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114745261853237577?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114745261853237577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114745261853237577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/bipolar-and-bipolics.html' title='bipolar and bipolics'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114736534889739720</id><published>2006-05-12T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:35:48.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com nerd.</title><content type='html'>time for an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so busy lately. but the busy-ness is like a different kind of busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;like the kind where u know what u are doin but at the same time u dont really know wad u are doin. and because of that, time flies just like. like.....woooOOoooo. and before u know it, it's 2am.&lt;br /&gt;that happens to me everyday. &lt;strong&gt;every single day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say tt the best time to sleep is between 10pm to 2am. tt's when ur skin cells are like nourished and renewed or somethin along tt line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i havent been doin lotsa of renewal i guess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. watched When A Stranger Calls sometime ago. cant rmb which day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a horror-goer i am, i like it. i dont really love it but i like it. the thrill i get. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and sonia was like siao. like she screamed for no reason. and i jumped on my seat for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;and jeslynn is like...neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. wad else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec Dip final prj is takin a lot of time. but at least it's goin somewhere, so no complain. but still. time consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and normal prj meetings...are all so fruitless. like what the hell. like really what the hell. like what the hell is happening. like what the hell are we doin this for and where are we headin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every day, i find myself doin nothin abt it. everyday, i get online till 2++ am. God knows wad i am doin online. cuz i myself dunno how come time passes just like tt. in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, my mum called. tt's like half hour ago. (it's now midinight) and she said "Shar. dont lock the door ok. i'm watchin a midnight movie. will get home late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. even my mum has a life.&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing!&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like the teenager. and i'm the....well...the geeky one who always stay at home. stay in front of her computer screen for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramblingrambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had coffeebean. but i want starbucks. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114736534889739720?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114736534889739720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114736534889739720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/com-nerd_12.html' title='com nerd.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114736391113858025</id><published>2006-05-12T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:11:51.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com nerd.</title><content type='html'>time for an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so busy lately. but the busy-ness is like a different kind of busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the kind where u know what u are doin but at the same time u dont really know wad u are doin. and because of that, time flies just like. like.....woooOOoooo. and before u know it, it's 2am.&lt;br /&gt;that happens to me everyday. &lt;strong&gt;every single day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say tt the best time to sleep is between 10pm to 2am. tt's when ur skin cells are like nourished and renewed or somethin along tt line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i havent been doin lotsa of renewal i guess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. watched When A Stranger Calls sometime ago. cant rmb which day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a horror-goer i am, i like it. i dont really love it but i like it. the thrill i get. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia was like siao. like she screamed for no reason. and i jumped on my seat for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;and jeslynn is like...neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. wad else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Over The Hedge.&lt;/strong&gt; i wanttttttt. the only cartoon show tt i wanna catch. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec Dip final prj is takin a lot of time. but at least it's goin somewhere, so no complain. but still. time consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and normal prj meetings...are all so fruitless. like what the hell. like really what the hell. like what the hell is happening. like what the hell are we doin this for and where are we headin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every day, i find myself doin nothin abt it. everyday, i get online till 2++ am. God knows wad i am doin online. cuz i myself dunno how the time passes just like tt. in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, my mum called. tt's like half hour ago. (it's now midinight) and she said "Shar. dont lock the door ok. i'm watchin a midnight movie. will get home late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. even my mum has a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like the teenager. and i'm the....well...the geeky one who always stay at home. stay in front of her computer screen for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramblingrambling.&lt;br /&gt;i want starbucks. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114736391113858025?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114736391113858025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114736391113858025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/com-nerd.html' title='com nerd.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114641984655257359</id><published>2006-05-01T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:57:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need sleep</title><content type='html'>my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so deprived of sleep. like really deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tt i have things to do or anythin. well, mainly i do have things to do but i know like when to sleep and stuff but the thing is, &lt;strong&gt;i cant slp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will lay in bed for hours. thinking abt nothing. just wishin i will just go to slp. but of course a wish is not a wish if there's no magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is whoaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mt faber for my weekend job. it's awesomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friggin tiring. by the time i signed out from work at 5, my legs could practically break into two. like the ache is so so so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i had to go out after that. more walkin and more standin. &lt;em&gt;bah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i saw triplets, i saw twins and cute cute babies. and a lot of *swoons* angmohs. wahahahahaha. they are like so cute. and i got the nerve to ask the parent if i could take photo with her daughter. goodness gracious. all u needed was just one look at them and u will automatically fall in love with them. or maybe just the fact i love kids. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is like filled with tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas in Action presentation at Suntec Convention Centre on Friday was a big screwed up. not us. just that wilson guy. what a bitch. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean...pick on somebody his own size. or his own gender. : lmao. seriously, that guy needs help. good for him, his comments demoralised us. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ms Ng was nice nice nice to treat us lunch. like 10 students. bonkers man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saturday was also a run about day: when to granny's, did my cousin's algebra homework (lol) rush back home. and caught Aquamarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i likeeeee. Chick Flick. tt's why i like. wahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's like so many good good good upcoming movies! aaaaargh. busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a whole stack of notes to read. Media in Asia. Spec Dip. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact tt i cant slp aint helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114641984655257359?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114641984655257359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114641984655257359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-sleep.html' title='i need sleep'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114564738916391538</id><published>2006-04-22T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:28:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk zouk and zouk</title><content type='html'>these few days have been hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wayyyy hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons as per normal. Queensway. with sonia and jy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find belt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. Got home. Slept for like 2.5 hours. Got up and got ready. Thanks to Aizat who said that I can accompany his fren - Syed - instead for the Nokia Party at Zouk where Click Five was gonna perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Syed in the train. checked out Tiong Bahru Plaza for like ten min (lol) and cabbed down to Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had the VIP tickets. compared to his two other coursemates. &lt;strong&gt;COOLNESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man was the place packed! like the whole floor is just covered with people. so thank goodness for the VIP area or we wouldnt even be on the floor as The Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was hilarous at first cuz the emcee went "and let's welcome The Click Five".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Shan Wee got onstage and i tot that was the Joey the drummer! he was like wearin a suit with Click Five hairstyle! i thought he looked like an idiot. wahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some lucky ppl got backstage passes. lucky them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Click Five!!! woooooots. they performed like ten songs! &lt;strong&gt;TEN SONGS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was standing like right infront of Eric. not like right in front but like infront of him! but like 3metres away. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's like i know he can see me clearly and stuff cuz i was on a platform and there were times when he would raise his hand and point. well, i convinced myself that he was pointing at me! but Syed had to spoil it and said that he was just pointing at the camera (which was a metre in front of me) and not me.&lt;br /&gt;well yea maybe. wahahha. hallucination. but there was one time, i was sure he pointed at me. cuz like his eyes met mine. bahhhh. maybe parallax error but hey! what are the chances man. i was like in front of him! technically. wahhaa. and i really really believe his pointed at me that one time. i felt the connection. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;strange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i was all hyped up before cuz he said we could go backstage but turned out that i dunno wad really happened but no...no backstage for us. boo. no photos with eric and joey. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;food food food. had a late dinner and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: nice person he is. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk zouk zouk again. Shafiq gave Sonia his mtvasia singapore party invites to sonia which sonia gave me. where both of them are not gonna attend to it. &lt;strong&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;met Jeslynn and made our way there. missed the zouk bus stop and in the end, we still gotta cab down. wth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. we couldnt go in. like cuz the party was for 18 and above and jeslynn wasnt 18! bahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the woman was like "no id cannot enter." slap her face la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were some other "rejects" also before us and after us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to Tiong Bahru plaza to eat. well, Jeslynn did the eating. lol. i had my milkshake. wheeee. and Jeslynn is like a small little girl. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then had this phone fiesty with the other person on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you jeslynn for stayin on till like 930! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zouk.&lt;/strong&gt; wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was like the bar corner. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were his friends. &lt;em&gt;bish.&lt;/em&gt; i hate these kinda shit but he's like always so busy so exception i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an actress and an actor. Some person called Carol Tham and some guy who acts in True Files i think. they were okay. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dude. i had like 4 glasses of Black Label. like wooooozy i was after the 3rd glass. and that's like the most i have drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that guy is so fucked up. like he was suppose to send me home before 12. but it ends up tt we left the place at abt 1.30am and yes i was pissed off and i think he was pissed off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like it was 1.55 when i stepped into the hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so bad. so so so bad. like my parents was up. and mummy called me like 5, 6 times and i didnt answer cuz i was too afraid to answer the phone. and she left me like 4 sms-es. even though my mum is not really a big fan of text messaging. but at least i replied to her texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still felt...i dunno. like my mum is still like slightly sick and i've been home late for the past two nights. and that she was like worried sick. and i was wondering if she could smell the alcohol of me. i mean like 4 glasses of whiskey? eugh eugh eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so....grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today. i went home straight after school. even though i was suppose to meet a friend. and made up for my sleep. woke up, made a sandwich and ate on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazing race. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then back to my bedroom and guess wad i found on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A COCKROACH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like screaming and wondering how to get it off. and it did go off and now i feel filthy. WTF la. my room is clean ok! except for the fact that i always eat on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHERE THE HELL DID IT come from! aaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;i am so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114564738916391538?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114564738916391538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114564738916391538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/zouk-zouk-and-zouk.html' title='zouk zouk and zouk'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114512311041981582</id><published>2006-04-16T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:10:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Five concert</title><content type='html'>so i was early this time round! like we were supposed to meet at 245 but i came at 240! and everyone else was at least 20 min late! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brr. it's cold in here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;strong&gt;OFP&lt;/strong&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Click Five concert was much much better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was last minute listenin to their CD while i was gettin dressed and stuff and i was thinkin: &lt;em&gt;hey their stuff aint that bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the sixth or seventh song or somethin, the songs were...mediocre. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. back to Indoor Stadium. All was a frenzy at first. The queue and stuff. And it was good to see some of &lt;em&gt;Pussymao&lt;/em&gt; members. it's been some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing kicked off with the Hollaback Crew Dance Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird enough, i experienced this huge pang of jealousy. or maybe it's jealousy. i dunno which. anyways it was like...an.."it could be me performing." "it could be me performin right there and then on that wide stage infront of at least 1000 people."maybe if only i had put in more effort in the previous dance sessions. then we could have made it to the finals! -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. Half the dance groups suck. gee. okay la...overstatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poor &lt;em&gt;Mystique&lt;/em&gt;! i really thought they shud have gotten third at least! for their creativity. and all their costumes must have cost a bomb. &lt;em&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of bombs...lol. okay i cant say it on here. but aizat's comments were like funny la. Jy and I just burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and ryan grew chubbier. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. on a lighter note. &lt;strong&gt;Click Five rocks&lt;/strong&gt;. so cute! especially the lead singer. like &lt;strong&gt;so so so cute&lt;/strong&gt;! like &lt;strong&gt;nerd cute!&lt;/strong&gt; and the drummer...the way he drums! friggin hot! HOTNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. no complains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a 4/5 Power Peas outing after that! woots. Lau Pa Sat.&lt;br /&gt;sabby shud have come la! &lt;strong&gt;SABBY WHERE ART THOU!&lt;/strong&gt; boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shared satay. roti john for me. yum yum. aizat and his "Wonderful Mixed Vegetable Rice".&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. it was fun while it lasted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aizat is soooo in love with sonia. SABBY ARE U READIN THIS. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school in one day! i become more tired when i think of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no stationery.&lt;br /&gt;no bag.&lt;br /&gt;no file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i even go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant even sleep at proper times! like i sleep at 3 or 4 or 5. in the morning! the longest i went was 530! woots. i'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me. how to go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;go bang a tree. bish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114512311041981582?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/feeds/114512311041981582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655139&amp;postID=114512311041981582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114512311041981582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114512311041981582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/click-five-concert.html' title='Click Five concert'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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-9655139.post-114496243905088885</id><published>2006-04-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:07:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the week.</title><content type='html'>This week is like a total holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but goin out. nothing but slackin arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot the Channel U thingy for Weiliang's grp. my + sonia + wanlin 's 5seconds of fame. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Peas Day. Finally. After like 5 weeks! we were deciding and deciding and finally we decided on having sushi buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY AWESOME. i love sushi. it was hilarious. it would be great if sonia had joined us earlier! &lt;em&gt;SONIA WHERE ART THOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we had our rounds of sushi... 30+++ plates in total. 4 ppl. yes we are gluttons. and there was the taupok craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice the first time u eat it but after a while, it gets too sweet for ur tastebuds. and it's just bloody awful. and we had piles of it. and we didnt even order that in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and placin our taupok on the conveyor belt thingy...or in aizat's words - &lt;em&gt;escalator&lt;/em&gt;. just like his pi-&lt;em&gt;lates.&lt;/em&gt; wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's unhygenic but we didnt have a choice and it's not our fault in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun while it lasted. full to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and starbucks. only we didnt get anythin. except sonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE WERE LOTS TO DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yea. riiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia was on an eating mode and she had a hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when i felt like i wanted to work at &lt;strong&gt;Dairy QUeen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the main reason why i wanted to work there is NOT because i wanna be linked to Kyle. tt's just plain ridiculous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i can be quite ridiculous. i said &lt;em&gt;can be&lt;/em&gt;. that doesnt necessarily mean i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramblings. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had ice cream. bravissimo! or however u spell it. i lurrrrve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole friggin day at home. Finally! was supposed to go out with Debbie Deb Deb but i cancelled like two hours before it. i think she's slightly unhappy abt tt. eugh. aaargh. and she didnt reply smses after that. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i felt so sick after all the sushi i ate the day before and the day was cloudy and i was too lazy to get dressed up or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ate the whole day. like 6 pieces of bread; some with peanut butter, some with butter, some with cheese. a pack of m&amp;ms. a packet of beehoon from the indian stall. a packet of potato chips. a packet of Famous Amos cookies.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole day. while readin my book. and while watchin reruns of Gilmore Girls and Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's a lot i tell you. i feel like a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurdays &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms kwa's treat. ms kwa's treat. wahahahha. there were may + jiaying + sonia + aizat + sabby + sarah + me. oh, not forgetting Ms Kwa herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at &lt;em&gt;Breeks&lt;/em&gt; at Marina Square. nice nice nice chicken. sucky suck suck mash potatoes. but it's still potatoes. so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we went to Andersons Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad did we have? family fondle? i beg ur pardon..&lt;em&gt;family fondue&lt;/em&gt;. lol. it was great fun eating them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yummy yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and sarah had chocolate all over her face. wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia had chocolate all over her teeth. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was waaaaay awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt friggin full after that. WONDERFUL. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then here i am still up. and it's 4.50 am. how screwed up can my clock go? luckily beth is on msn. otherwise God knows wad i would have been doin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe...just maybe, i know why i am still up and still high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay partly Beth. but besides that...well, i really have to say...*swoons*. &lt;em&gt;(sonia! *wink wink* lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Autumn Monologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From Autumn To Ashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;THE GIRL SOUND LIKE ME OKAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 ppl sayin that. i shall collect all the people who had the same view as Sadiqin....the sole founder of sayin the magic line: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girl really sounds like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i was skeptical at first. and since it's the hols, i recorded my voice and sang to that song and HELL YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sooooo addicted to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love it. and yes i am a little obssessed. to that song. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY PPL. i have no idea what Good Friday is to be honest. : yes, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to school. eugh eugh eugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114496243905088885?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114496243905088885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114496243905088885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/week.html' title='the week.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114495997926314971</id><published>2006-04-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:30:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sign Is Your True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Taurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/taurus.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Taurus:&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and sentimental, a Taurus can provide you with the security you need.And you both share a fondness for the finest things, from great food to luxury vacations.&lt;br /&gt;Why a Taurus will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You have the honesty and direct approach that down to earth Taurus desires.And enough elegance to show a Taurus a few new decadent delights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114495997926314971?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114495997926314971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114495997926314971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-sign-is-your-true-love.html' title='What Sign Is Your True Love'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114459264023703941</id><published>2006-04-09T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:14:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn to ashes.</title><content type='html'>today was totally hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought my last day at work would be tearful...nah-uh, not a sad one but one with total laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get to wear slippers and shorts today since it was just like packin stuff up to send to the warehouse. nothing more i would love to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got into the shop, my aunt was already there with my colleague. and that was the third time tt i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by the look we're talkin and laughin, it's as if we were childhood frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at 10 and by 10.10 we were all eating lunch. LUNCH AT 10.10!! which crazy persons would do tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then back to the shop. i did the paperwork, aunt did the computer, and colleague packed stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she walked up to me, turned around and asked "eh my shirt torn ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i burst out laughin. and she explained how she bent down to pick up the stuff and heard a "teaaaaaaaaar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! and she's damn thin for goodness sake. and she looks 15 when she's like 20!&lt;br /&gt;and we're both taureans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she called me kerek (errr....pronounced as kerrrr-rack. lol) and i call her selenge.&lt;br /&gt;nothing more suitable than a crazy person workin with a selenge person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just couldnt stop laughin the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was rather relaxing at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this technician (my old crush! whom i so dont like anymore) and we were like giggling when he approached the door and pretended we didnt see him cuz we were like soooo dont like him. he's so full of himself.&lt;em&gt; eew eww eww&lt;/em&gt;. always talkin abt himself and flirting with me when he has like 5kids! and he's givin me the perception tt he's like still a bachelor. so gross la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's my wrestling voice antics which made both my aunt and yati laughed. and my all-of-a-sudden dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Miss Singapore Universe sucked to the core. it's....plainly horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woots. love conversations with my mum on sundays. well. certain sundays. and this time, over fries and nuggets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lately, i am suffering from insomnia. like really bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like on fri nite..i couldnt sleep at all, and finally fall aslp at 3.45 am. and had to wake up at 7am to go to st margaret's sec to promote our sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i got home at 6pm. fell aslp at 630pm on a sat evenin and woke up at 230am on a sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com com com. love conversations with. she rocks. off com at 5am on a sun morning. and woke up at 830am to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now! still awake. thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st marg was okay...there were still ppl who actually ignores me when i'm like "want a school of business brochure?" it's horrible. maybe i look horrifyin or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothin beats the experience at fuhua sec. i was goin "hi. SB brochure?" and this girl suddenly opened up a magazine and covered her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so stunned. and then i and jy just burst out laughin. like wtf. i'm not gonna eat all u kids. siao ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched The Producers yesterday. really not my type of show. but it's lame funny. so whatever. 2.2 out of five. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apprentice soon! rebeccarebeccarebeccarebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think the guy will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was introduced to this band called Autumn to Ashes. and there's this monologue thing where they have a guest who sings and she sounded like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like nooooooo when sadiqin said tt. and when i heard it a couple more times, i was hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114459264023703941?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114459264023703941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114459264023703941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/autumn-to-ashes.html' title='autumn to ashes.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114432929756002838</id><published>2006-04-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:45:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Today is bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;No wonder i am listening to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Daniel Powter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm not only listening to it, i am &lt;em&gt;SINGING &lt;/em&gt;to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;eugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;started out rough with the SAS thing. gosh. i soooo want backpacking. or psychology at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;in the end i settled with Effective Logic In Arguments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and like what the fuck is that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and in the evening time, i got Effective Speaking Skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i'm like...beats the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i mean, tt's OC man. and i can speak. but at least Constance is teachin. wahaha. and james said it's slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;anyways, THANK YOU NURUL FOR HELPIN ME REGISTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;u made a good REGISTER-ER. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;u would have made a better one if only backpackin was available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;shit ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i feel nasty today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not as in doin nasty things but i feel...in a bad bad bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i mean everythin is perfectly fine (except friggin gems).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i'm gonna hear myself on the radio commercial snippet soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i had my time with...yepp. she makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and there's him whom i find so easy to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and i saw my granny and she's doin quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;oh, my aunt called me and gave me ticked off sayin i shouldnt sign things anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;cuz now she is gonna have to do more work since the invoice is missing. plus the shop at the museum is closing completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but in the end she said "it's ok" though i know it's not really okay. but my aunt is always tryin to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i went to school just now to realise the M Drive is wiped out. and i have a very impt document in there. not school related. and that's why it's very important. lol.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i was like DEVASTATED. it's so wth. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i still cant figure what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114432929756002838?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114432929756002838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114432929756002838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-day.html' title='bad day.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114420673818682529</id><published>2006-04-05T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:12:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Belly Button Is Bleeding</title><content type='html'>A lot of things have been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised this holiday, i've been very dependable on some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it crush me to pieces when i dont get to...well nvm tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback Crew has been fun. Things happen for a reason. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least we get tix to Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got a phone call yesterday from Power98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i looked at the idd caller and i went WTH. why would they call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sebastian (the dj) asked me whether he could ask me some questions and the answers will be placed on the radio commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. my belly button bled yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for no friggin reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was talkin to beth and she was tellin me she had cramps and i was like "i'll tell the cramps to go away" and in the end i had a painful jolt at my stomach and i was thinking like wth.&lt;br /&gt;so i went on to rub my stomach and boom...bloody on my fingers. i almost freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;and it was ouchy ouch ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to tell my mum. but she was makin a sandwich and i didnt want her to lose her appetite. making a sandwich at 12am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. wad else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, met aaron. i think he's grown cuter. but i'm still not attracted to him. how do i say it! ugh. this is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart duty! gonna bathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114420673818682529?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114420673818682529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114420673818682529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-belly-button-is-bleeding.html' title='My Belly Button Is Bleeding'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114355190529492063</id><published>2006-03-28T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T05:18:25.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills Have Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;crash crash crash&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dontdontdontdont stop the beat. cantcantcant control the beat. peapeapeaple in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin nuts. tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semis in three days! we have to have to make it. i dont bloody care la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my outfitter jeans yesterday! woots woots woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wear a size 0. i was like laughin like mad when i got it. size 0! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like, in the words of the geek boy in Beauty and the Geek, like you dont exist. it's like a negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched&lt;em&gt; The Hills Have Eyes&lt;/em&gt; on sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never wanted to watch that. i just knew that it was....not gonna be somethin i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same storyline as Wrong Turn (starrin Eliza Dushku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only this one involves family instead of friends. and well...it's friggin more gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the middle of the plots, these beasts went to hunt down the trailer and two of them sorta rape this teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i never felt so mad in a cinema before. i was like biting my finger so i wont say the "f" word and i was like breathing heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain in her eyes. fucking beasts. it's so inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how they burn people alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's just a movie but gosh, was it a painful sight. really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still seethin in anger by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was my last day at work. no more job for me. that means no more shoppin money. sheesh. that sucks. oh and noone to pay for my handphone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing sucks. just when i told my dad last month that he need not give me any more money unless i need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i can be independent. i mean u're goin to be 19 and u are askin parents for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i have no bloody idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, am i screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and go get myspace people. it's so amazing. all these new talents who actually make listen-able music. some even have fantastic music i tell you. i have no clue where they find me from but they were addin me and stuff and it was just plain cool. friggin awesome! the thing that keeps me goin at the moment. hahahaha. and of course...weird messages from weird ppl making me laugh. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114355190529492063?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114355190529492063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114355190529492063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/hills-have-eyes.html' title='The Hills Have Eyes'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114312978310339824</id><published>2006-03-23T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:03:03.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Fashionably Loud Party</title><content type='html'>MTV Fashionably Loud Party was cooooooooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt exactly what i expected but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were really some nice german guys there. they actually let me and sonia go in front of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that first guy who talked to me...gosh...he was hot hot hot. and we were talkin! abt height. lol. i think he thinks i'm puny. wuhauhauhauhua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this caucasian girl came along and spoiled the whole thing. wuhauhauhaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm Alessandra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever. and Son said she looks like Nicole from ANTM. wahaha. a lil maybe. the lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia and i got close to the stage when this other german guys let us go in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are like friggin tall la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the models...they arent...i dunno. dont seem professional to me. like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jeslynn and molar...i mean mala were hilarious. gosh are they crazy. and yes they were great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some corny lines:&lt;br /&gt;"the way sonia drinks is so hot." - mala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there were lots but i cant rmb. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were the german guys. hot hot hot. the guy in red shirt. ooh! and he talked to me! ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this weird caucasian girl who kept staring at me. intimidating. and she made her way and stood beside me halfway thru the show and we stared at each other for like 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayyyy weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the "is he sebastian from simple plan" case. all sonia's fault la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that vince guy from the dating show (i cant remember the title but it's on wednesdays) is such a friggin bastard.&lt;br /&gt;"oooh we're from placebo!"&lt;br /&gt;freak ur ass mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i need to talk to char. i was cold the previous time. sigh. where is char.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114312978310339824?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114312978310339824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114312978310339824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/mtv-fashionably-loud-party.html' title='MTV Fashionably Loud Party'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114292612831851677</id><published>2006-03-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:29:34.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good good day.</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day where i slept in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12.30pm , on the radio, text Sebastian and went back to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, use ur mouse to scroll down. u know that thing in the middle.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i realised it wasnt Sebastian on the radio. And Mario text-ed me back saying "hey it's mario. Seb's doin 5 to 9."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we exchanged like 4 messages. super cool la. he's in a good good mood maybe. haha. though Mario text me saying he's hungry. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a sms frenzy on the bed. sabby. aizat. hahaha. damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is a good good day. &lt;em&gt;yes i know i said that already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called up the customer service for my internet thingy and everythin is settled and hopefully, all can work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mum put a "love you" at the end of her sms again, telling me to buy detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's been good cuz i signed up for myspace. The Veronicas rocks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i woke up today, i remembered my dream. that is weird cuz i have dreamless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i remembered it super clearly. and it involves....(this is even weirder) paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me and paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even like....like paris all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the content cant be told though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i know why i dreamt of that. well. things do happen for a reason. maybe cuz i am longing for char. i miss char. so much. nv really felt anything like it. it's all so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even our name's alike. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i have to forget abt chaz. though i dont think i can. it'll just a leave scar somewhere. and scars..."and my scars remind me that the past is real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it was more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sur-real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i just checked Friendster Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that glitters is not gold. If it seems too good to be true today, then it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Detail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can come out now; it's finally safe. That means whatever you've been trying to forget about --in vain, judging by the quality of your sleep lately --will finally become no more than a distant memory. In the meantime, you can do yourself a tremendous favor by simply letting go of the anger and resentment you've been feeling --and what finer way to do just that than by taking yourself out for a ride, a shopping spree or a massage? A nice, long one. Do it to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so real that it's freaky. i wonder if beth is feelin the same way. oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get dress now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114292612831851677?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114292612831851677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114292612831851677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-good-day.html' title='good good day.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114292516354105669</id><published>2006-03-18T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:13:04.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussymao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So these past three days was all abt rehearsing for th Hollaback Crew thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay... we got to the finals. rocks rocks rocks. there's a 40percent chance that we get to go to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and appear on MTV! and get to meet CLICK FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how frigging awesome is that man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we need to do now is WORK IT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSSYMAO can MEOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today is a good good day. i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's all been goin well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussymao got into semis. I got my beanie and that camo t-shirt Avril has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that auntie in the shop was super funny la. and aizat kept flirting with her. wuhauhauhauhua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanted to get that grey bermudas from peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened was they didnt have a nets machine or a credit card machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like sheesh...and the girl gave me direction for the nearest ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was when aizat and i went to the next shop and spent like 15min inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raffles city next and there was this cool cool shop. and i saw a card with just "kinky" on the cover and it reminds me of Bethsaida. sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we split, aizat msged me and said "that girl in peninsula already crying with your bermudas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhauhuahuhhaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too ex for a berms anyways. but i likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the bus home. and met my primary school friend in the bus! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool la. but she was kinda blur when i called out her name. and then her expression went "ohhhhhh". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i decided to stop by Shop and Save to get soda and guess who i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssss....Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like goin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was queueing up, he went to the next counter and helped out the girl at the cashier counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he was like opposite me and i looked up and he raised his eyebrows at me to acknowledge me. woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall paint my room. finally right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114292516354105669?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114292516354105669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114292516354105669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/pussymao.html' title='Pussymao.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114255708946390245</id><published>2006-03-17T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:33:38.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So i'm suppose to be bloggin this on Monday night but was just too too busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the last episode of Gilmore Girlssssss.....freak ass shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid jam. otherwise i could have caught the last half hour or something. i'm furious yes. ugh. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, turned my studyroom into a bedroom since my mum bought like new mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was so-called tired, my mum decided she would help me out with the arrangements. woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleared up stuff and she wiped the bed. all the dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was great cuz it was like a mother-daughter bonding thing. me making fun of my mum, mum laughin at my jokes, pushing each other around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught Underworld on Tuesday and it was oh-my-goodness. it's so violent. and the usher didnt check my IC! woots. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see if the rest of the week turns out not too bad as well. i'm gonna go back to sleep. morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114255708946390245?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114255708946390245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114255708946390245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114210193966043819</id><published>2006-03-12T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:32:19.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlotte</title><content type='html'>and the world just crashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad when u feel like u know that one person, and something crops up and that person is alien to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant understand. no matter how hard u try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u try to put two and two together. but it burst into a million pieces all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad cuz the person who keeps you goin everyday and whom makes u smile is no longer able to do so. cuz another being has evolved within the person. which upsets you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse still, that bloody person is so bloody ignorant and dont give a shit and give you the sense of "i dont care." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum just walked into my room, glanced at my computer screen and asked "kenape nangis?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just shook my head, saying "nothing" and "everythin's all right." &lt;br /&gt;i cant tell her. i cant tell noone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only tell myself. but then again, i cant really tell myself. cuz i am tryin to forget. i am tryin to forget the two months we shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114210193966043819?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114210193966043819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114210193966043819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/charlotte.html' title='charlotte'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114209799366945085</id><published>2006-03-11T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:26:33.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Destination 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Finally Final Destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The horrifyin Final Destination 3. &lt;em&gt;Frigging Daunting 3&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;When i got out of the theatre i was wishin that i had never watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;it's bloody gruesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;OMG-ing&lt;/em&gt; throughout the movie. well, not really but my mind kept sayin tt. and by the time the movie was over, i had tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i was like "oh shit man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and 15 min after the movie, my eyes were still glistened with tears. i wasnt crying...i was just...horrified. very much. and shocked i guess. cuz i never come across such bad death experience and seeing all those inhumane things were...frightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and half hour after the movie, the images of how the victims got killed were still stuck in my head. includin the ones from FD 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i was shivering throughout the movie. not really throughout, but after the rollercoaster disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;it was so...goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i wasnt shiverin because of the coldness. nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i feel so sad for those bimbotic girls. they suffered the most. and they were sorta innocent. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and they used that phrase again! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Doesnt Kill You Will Only Make You Stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i never really noticed that phrase until Mr Chin used it in the CA 3 paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and that same phrase was also used in Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;some famous phrase i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;but it's kinda true. it's logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;at least i caught the Final Destination trilogy. and i am proud to say i am a Final Destination fan. sorta. they are great movies, i have to say, no matter how gruesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;still i find that the FD 3 shud be rated M18 insteard of NC16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and yepp i gotta say FD 2 was my favourite. but i like all. kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and got my spaghetti! yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;got the kids' spaghetti meal. and Vik was teasin me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;well....18 right....1 X 8 = 8 means i am eight yrs old. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and on the way home, while i was in the train, the train scene in FD 3 kept replayin in my mind. and while walkin home, i saw this barbwire (with lightbulbs) hanging on tree to tree and i was wonderin if it slips off, will it go around someone's neck and choke tt person and slide that person arnd like the scene where the sister almost got killed due to the horse draggin her round and round. and since light bulbs are something electrifyin, i was wonderin if it would explode or anythin and if the glass would stick to someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;yes. imagination run wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and now i am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and the FD 3 scenario is fading away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;thank goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114209799366945085?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114209799366945085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114209799366945085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-destination-3_11.html' title='Final Destination 3'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114210232498000368</id><published>2006-03-11T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:38:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>charlotte</title><content type='html'>and the world just crashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad when u feel like u know that one person, and something crops up and that person is alien to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant understand. no matter how hard u try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u try to put two and two together. but it burst into a million pieces all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad cuz the person who keeps you goin everyday and whom makes u smile is no longer able to do so. cu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Manoel Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esença em mim o que me falta."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Manoel Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114210232498000368?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/feeds/114210232498000368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655139&amp;postID=114210232498000368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114210232498000368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114210232498000368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/charlotte_11.html' title='charlotte'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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-9655139.post-114183876565543847</id><published>2006-03-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:26:05.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids + shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mum's weird.&lt;br /&gt;so my mum sent me two smses today and both of them include a "love you" at the end of the message.&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was kinda nice. so whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was workin just now and the primary two girls from Paya Lebar Methodist Girls School were visitin the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were all so cute and adorable. and some even look like 5 yr olds! so small la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are all like smart and all and they talk to me and &lt;em&gt;giggle giggle giggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the chatterin and screamin "how much is this?" "and this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a couple called me auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "hey. i'm not an auntie. i dont look like one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bunch will &lt;em&gt;giggle giggle giggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of them bought an item...like marbles or bubbles and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was seriously in my opinion, not worth a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kids being kids, they buy for the sake of buyin. have u felt tt before? i know i have. pressure to conform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some were even snoopin arnd and mutterin "hmm wad shud i buy?" thinkin it is necessary to buy and just merely to not be different from anyone else cuz everyone is buyin something. kids dont like being different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy was it chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i liked every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids. u just gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...tt sounds like tagline. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, if anythin is to go wrong after i graduate, i sorta have two jobs kinda secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can always work with Mount Faber Leisure Group...and i can always leave it to my aunt to recommend me or somethin and anyways the staff coordinater executive there loves me so that shudnt be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i was offered to work at the museum after i graduate. it's kinda like an unofficial kinda thingy but it was a nice gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to entertainment business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nigel barker is half sri lankan and half english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think we would look so perfect together wont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhauhauahhaua. sharina barker. will still be S.B. ! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and American Idol rocks la. i think this's the best season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayla is super tall and she sang &lt;em&gt;Unwritten&lt;/em&gt;. love love love tt song. and that song has been on the American Top 40 chart for over a year la! wowness!&lt;br /&gt;and melissa's got such a husky voice! nice-ness. she looks like a slightly bigger version of amanda bynes!&lt;br /&gt;and lisa tucker looks better with curls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the guys tmr. they are so gonna rock it. elliotttt oooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114183876565543847?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114183876565543847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114183876565543847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/kids-shows.html' title='kids + shows'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114175275452305095</id><published>2006-03-07T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:32:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Sentosa was better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat + Andrew + Sabby + Sonia + Timo + me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cable car. Volleyball. Volleyball. Frisbee. Kayaking. Volleyball again. Play with the sand. And chill chill chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks. It was fun. And entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started hot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I grew tanner. Oh nooooooooooooooooooo. &lt;em&gt;Gross gross gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was that funny uncle who called me &lt;em&gt;selenge.&lt;/em&gt; Wad the hell la. His instructions were so unclear and he blamed me. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were breasts in sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Today’s horoscope was something along the line that you would meet someone from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true enough, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Gerald at Harbourfront. After dinner. It was like eh I know this guy kinda thingy and I met him again at the bus stop where we exchanged waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the bus, aaron text-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s two instead of one. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;gosh i have yet to watch last week's ANTM and American Idol and Beaty and The Geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i hafta waaaaaaaaatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i shall dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114175275452305095?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114175275452305095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114175275452305095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114166701104557320</id><published>2006-03-06T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:43:31.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cute pink car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;my cousin has a cute pink car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;my cousin has a cute pink car which made me wish that i have a cute pink car too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;anways, met jolene jiejie to get the cd which contains all the chinese new year pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;so many were snapped la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;too bad i didnt go for the reunion dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i was late for 10 min! gosh! i really need to set my punctuality thingy. it's horrible and i felt horrible. but cousin jolene was nice nice! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;sentosa in like 10 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114166701104557320?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114166701104557320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114166701104557320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/cute-pink-car.html' title='the cute pink car'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114161153844743461</id><published>2006-03-03T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:18:58.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Webbe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;TODAY ROCKS la. SUPER ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day started rather slow...was supposed to watch Final Destination 3. but i was 20 min late. so by the time i reached Lido, it sorta already started so i was like forget it. Bryan wasnt too keen in watching a horror movie. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, i couldnt make up my mind as to what to eat. for lunch. we had to walk thru one big round before i decided to settle for Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went off to meet Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawww....not that Martin who has a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he barely talks to me anymore. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. got my mocha frappucino. happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin is so cute la. so charming. very good with words. and he looks so much younger than the last time i saw him. which was 1.5 years ago. yeaaaa super long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 6.20, i had to go meet Flora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt wanna leave but duty calls.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flora damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shop around for a lil while at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shud never shop at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered Guess and within 5 minutes, each of us bought a handbag with a slide of our card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;within 5 minutes!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were squealing and squealing about how nice our own bags are! i think the sales girl was amused la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! we were super excited la. like little girls getting colourful lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we took a cab to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flora was super excited la. lmao. she damn funny. "eh i am very excited now eh. like got butterfly in my stomach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhauhuauahhaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in we went into zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER COOL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUNTAIN ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's sooooooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to warm up stage, there was this bellydancer who performed some belly dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay and then it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the next performance was some yoga thing. lukewarm i found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Flora was so impatient la. "when is he coming out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty min later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he looks so smart with his button down shirt and coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and flora was SUPER EXCITED. wuahuhuauahauahua. it's&lt;em&gt; hi&lt;/em&gt;-larious i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he held my hand. woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next song, he squat right in front of me and sang to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the finale...he was saying all the girls can go onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were like 5 girls and i was like shy. but then me being me, i was thinkin oh what the hell, might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woots. he sang to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i look damn stupid onstage la. like some dork tryin to sway to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he turned around and he kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIMON WEBBE KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i motioned for a hug and he hugged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FRIGGIN COOL I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think he kissed the other 4 girls too but who cares! i was the first one!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots woots woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like a veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin guess bag and simon webbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to kick start the hols. wheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TODAY ROCKS la. SUPER ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day started rather slow...was supposed to watch Final Destination 3. but i was 20 min late. so by the time i reached Lido, it sorta already started so i was like forget it. Bryan wasnt too keen in watching a horror movie. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, i couldnt make up my mind as to what to eat. for lunch. we had to walk thru one big round until i decided to settle for Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went off to meet Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawww....not that Martin who has a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he barely talks to me anymore. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. got my mocha frappucino. happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin is so cute la. so charming. very good with words. and he looks so much younger than the last time i saw him. which was 1.5 years ago. yeaaaa super long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 6.20, i had to go meet Flora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt wanna leave but duty calls.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flora damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shop around for a lil while at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shud never shop at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered Guess and within 5 minutes, each of us bought a handbag with a slide of our card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within 5 minutes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were squealing and squealing about how nice our own bags are! i think the sales girl was amused la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey! we were super excited la. like little girls getting colourful lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we took a cab to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flora was super excited la. lmao. she damn funny. "eh i am very excited now eh. like got butterfly in my stomach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhauhuauahhaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in we went into zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER COOL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUNTAIN ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's sooooooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to warm up stage, there was this bellydancer who performed some belly dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay and then it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the next performance was some yoga thing. lukewarm i found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Flora was so impatient la. "when is he coming out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty min later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he looks so smart with his button down shirt and coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i he held my hand. woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next song, he squat right in front of me and sang to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the finale...he was saying all the girls can go onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were like 5 girls and i was like shy. but then me being me, i was thinkin oh what the hell, might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woots. he sang to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i look damn stupid onstage la. like some dork tryin to sway to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he turned around and he kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMON WEBBE KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i motioned for a hug and he hugged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FRIGGIN COOL I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think he kissed the other 4 girls too but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots woots woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like a veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin guess bag and simon webbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a way to kick start the hols. wheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114161153844743461?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114161153844743461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114161153844743461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/simon-webbe.html' title='Simon Webbe'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114132124782791978</id><published>2006-03-03T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:24:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Finally. i feel like i can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phase of mugging is all over. much to my relief. much to my waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let us wait for the phase of the anticipation of the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law was fine. pretty okay. and all i need is a 79 to get myself an A for Law. right. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Marina Square and walked round and round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a top from Zara. woooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was sorta fun...and i get to spin spin spin. though i failed miserably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonia was hilarious. she kept laughin. at what i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;wait...i do know what we laugh at. &lt;em&gt;some times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let all your hair down. and laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to meet daddy for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a funny and weird conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talkin about normal stuff...my dad asked me whether i have read the report about the girl who videocam herself and her boyfriend doin you-know-what on her mobile phone and unfortunately lost it. The next thing she knows, she's the star of the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like..."oh yes yes. i heard abt it somewhere." tt's me tryin to act intelligently. haha. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his face was so serious that i was thinking "oh no...not again. he's not gonna remind me not to practise it or whatever is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad was sayin the disadvantages and trouble gadgets can cause and then he was sayin how the videoclip has been passin arnd and that he got it thru email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he asked me about Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like...yeah i know her! not directly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was talking about how her stuff got around the internet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was noddin my head and sayin yepp i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he took me by surprise and asked, "how u know? u watched huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like WHAT. "nooooo. i read it on msn news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it was just funny. and my dad looked normal...not stern or anything and i have a feeling...that even if he had asked me whether i had watched it and i didnt say anything, he wouldnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. it's just a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...after all the advices he has given. this is really just plainnnnn weeeeeird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rushed home to catch idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo. all the guys are so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris is damn hot hot hot! America, vote for him pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidayyys! HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114132124782791978?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114132124782791978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114132124782791978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-exams.html' title='post-exams.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114111288521052876</id><published>2006-02-27T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:48:05.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after prmp paper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;well. Prmp was scary. i covered 12 lectures on sunday itself. and by 1am, i could feel my brain cells goin into their ultimate burst mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like a glutton yesterday. ordered this couple combo from Pizza de France and ate it all to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fat fat fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was goooooooooooooood. i lurrrrrrve pepperoni pizza. and the delivery boy was cute. but he was shy. right, as if i would know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get to watch Apprentice. favourite tv programmes should nv be missed. tt's my philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start of the Apprentice season 4, i always thought Clay was cute. and then yesterday...wham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, "how i wish i could slap that guy's ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes appalled. awww. wad a waste! he's so cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no harm is done. THere are cuter guys in this American Idol season.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frigging stupid. Becky + Patrick + Stevie got out. nooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont like prmp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and law. ugh. how to memorise! but i shall be law-yal. (loyal) wuahuahuhahua. okayy i am laughin at my own joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like half hour decidin where to go for lunch after the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a very interesting friendly argument. it's so hilarious. gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;may may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can barely tieeeeeeee my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly ugly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eww eww eww eww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like the shape of the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my old hair backkkkkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boohoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this always happen when i have my hair cut. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i visited my granny. after two months of not visitin her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's funny. and it was great catchin up with my three little cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spoke malay like noone's business. some sort like tt. my cousin had to translate some of the english words spoken to me to my granny. i really need help with my malay! it's gotten so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch moviesssssssssssss. let's catch somethin on thurs people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;anyways be law-yal aight!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&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/9655139-114111288521052876?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114111288521052876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114111288521052876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-prmp-paper.html' title='after prmp paper.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114077310858900941</id><published>2006-02-24T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:45:36.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Friday Horoscope for Taureans -&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected event will give you a deep understanding about a beautiful tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, you've been thinking a lot lately about either going back to school on a regular basis or just taking a class or two that will add to your already impressive resume. Of course, anything that you can do to add to your skills is a good idea, but if you happen to be in the mood to do it, so much the better. So while you have both the enthusiasm and a good reason to do it, why not at least investigate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that like true or wad? These few days, i've been dancing a lot. I mean like reallyyyyy a lot. Like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And i watched a lot of So You Think You Can Dance videos on the internet. And i feel so inspired. so this means something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i feel rather small when i watch all the videos though. they are so w-o-w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM was okay. very worried abt PRMP. cuz the whole of saturday is gone. sigh. and to study now...my brain is cluttered. i have to wash out all the AM elements first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant cant cant cant wait for thurs to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listenin to NSync's No Strings Attached cd every night. And this morning too! So nice to dance to la. So i shud indirectly thank sonia for lendin it to me and not being able to return it yet. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114077310858900941?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114077310858900941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114077310858900941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114050109573992214</id><published>2006-02-21T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:51:35.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronicas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Start the day with The Veronicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Rocks rocks rocks rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;love'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i better start gettin ready. i'm lateeee for our study meeting. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114050109573992214?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114050109573992214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114050109573992214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/veronicas.html' title='Veronicas.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114049804294238273</id><published>2006-02-21T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:00:42.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Okayyy....Friendster Horoscope is like rather accurate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An upcoming event will drain your financial resources but add to your education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Now is the time to let go of all the 'what ifs' you've been allowing to hold you back from doing exactly what you really want to do. You're just about guaranteed to be smart enough to only take well calculated risks, so whether it strikes you that this would be the perfect time to try sky diving, bungee jumping, telling that long-distance lover that you want them to come home now, or something equally precarious, if it feels right, do it. You can't win if you don't play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And i'm goin off to meet the peas girls at coffee bean holland v to study. after which we MAY have Swensens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And i am longing to talk to Charlie. And Mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;gosh. i shall play then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114049804294238273?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114049804294238273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114049804294238273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendster-horoscope.html' title='Friendster Horoscope'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114018934021384178</id><published>2006-02-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:15:40.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partyworld + Shop + Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Went to Partyworld yesterday. I think morons work there. I mean seriously. And the service..,it's rather awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;And they cheated our money! only 4 hours for 100++ for 9 ppl. &lt;strong&gt;wth&lt;/strong&gt; right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and somehow, the mood was low. But all's fine. Thanked Sabby for sponsoring us half the bill using her $50 voucher. woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;So mummy gave me $90 today. And I spent $100.50 today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;just great. just when i made a pact with myself to save up and stop buyin clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;But once a girl goes out shoppin, there's no stoppin her i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;especially Debra. She practically bought one item from every shop. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;well, at least i have new shirts, earring and shorts. lucky closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;And i had my Char Kuay Teow. niceeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Went to Habourfront to check out the revamped place. Everythin is new! and then the stuff looked limited and we took a bus down to Queensway where my shoppin began. Should have never gone there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;And deb told me droppin news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;but all's gonna be fine for her, i hope. Cuz i've been there and i've done that and it made a stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;met Sonia to get my notes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and on the way home, passed the supermarket for fun. so i went pass the supermarket and then i made a u-turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;oh yes...u all know why dont u. haha. &lt;strong&gt;oliver oliver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;decided to get orange juice and Oliver smiled and said "hello" as i approached the counter. and then we said bye to each other. arent we all so sweet? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;oh! and yesterday was an Oliver day too! wuhauhauuaua. cuz in the morning i went to the supermarket and when i saw Oliver i decided to get something (i cant rmb what. ooh!) and while he was scannin the stuff of the person in front of me, he raised his eyebrows at me to acknowledge me! woohoo! and then he said something but i had earphones stuck in my ears so i took it off and said "sorry?" and then he shook his head and said "nothing". aaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;back to today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and i took a good look at his name tag. it says: Oliver Parmintuan. Not Parmetisan. Parmintuan! sounds indonesian?? yet i dunno!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and i dropped my phone outside the supermarker. i dropped my phone!! and i sort of stunned and i just stood there saying "that did not just happen" to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;and then there was a scratch on the silver rim. there was a scratch! and it's not even one month old for goodness sake! my imperfect phone. sigh. shit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and home. and once again, i forgot to buy paintbrush so i think i will start paintin my wall on Monday or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;the day where all the muggin begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;cant wait for 2nd March to be over. yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114018934021384178?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114018934021384178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114018934021384178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/partyworld-shop-oliver.html' title='Partyworld + Shop + Oliver'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-114018891295997021</id><published>2006-02-17T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:08:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;She told me to stay away from boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about that. But for her, i will and i shall try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-114018891295997021?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114018891295997021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/114018891295997021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-her.html' title='for her.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113976291633019069</id><published>2006-02-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:48:36.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a nice day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;TVSM was great. though there were technical faults and stuff and the whole thing had to be dragged. poor Mr Loh. he looked so stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the morning was hilarious where me, jason, haz and charine were conversing with one another in click-clack-clock languages. damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all in all, the tv production thingy was some sort of a success. even though i was like the only girl in the team. but who cares? i see at least a B+ coming. wuhauhauauhua. i'm so damn cocky. i shall just shut up. nahhh...i just hope we do get at least a 75 for this TV production CA thingy. must aim high right? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and james was nice cuz he gave me lots of Pocky and gave me a bite of the chocolate that Flora gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Timo was nice too cuz he gave me a bite of the chocolate that Flora gave him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Flora was nice-nice cuz she gave me three bars of chocolates knowin that i am an ass for chocolates. woots. so nice right! *grinssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sonia was nice-nice too cuz she bought me a box of breadsticks cuz she knew i havent eaten the whole day. so nice right! *grinsss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elsa was nice cuz she thanked me for helping her group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Flora's mum was really nice cuz she went out all the way to buy me dinner knowing i am Muslim and i couldnt eat the food that she cooked. And she cooked a lot of food. And she gave us angpows. and Flora's mum is just so nice la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was May's mum cuz she gave us angpows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not abt tt. it's abt hanging out with the Yo-Yo Sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Yo-Yo Sisterhood...it's wonderful today cuz Sabby got in the first round of audition. woots woots. congrats! here's the star in becoming! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's nice too cuz Jimi msged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice also cuz me, may, everette and flora watched Sugar &amp; Spice together. and i must say it's a dumb show. but i like. i love dumb shows. i wonder if i will ever grew out of it. i mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a&lt;strong&gt; nice&lt;/strong&gt; day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113976291633019069?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113976291633019069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113976291633019069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-nice-day.html' title='have a nice day.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113959498587987962</id><published>2006-02-11T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T07:20:03.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unofficial Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Friday friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is somewhat the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine...we are all gonna be in year 3 in like wad...2months? nooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the last class for gems. so do i rejoice or wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so...cuz...there wont be any other lecturer whom i (and sonia, for tt matter) can mock from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. shall not be mean now. he's a very nice person. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my double cheeseburger. yum. i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's kinda weird cuz sonia knew i wanted to eat double cheese. and it became weirder when she realised that i know that she knew i wanted to eat double cheese when i'm not suppose to cuz she didnt say double cheese but i assume she knows i was eating double cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay. i'm confused too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was pitter-pattering. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the umbrella case. how stupid can the two of us get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. tvsm production tmr. bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where have all the minus one on the p2p gone? i cant even find a decent instrumental song to download for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan bought me The Veronicas cd. Bryan bought me The Veronicas cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots. woots. woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Veronicas tt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it cost a bloody 37 bucks. now i feel damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he insisted. so good for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just watched Final Destination on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovesssss. Devon Sawa is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Devon's such a hot name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like Trevor. yes? haahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait. correction. yes yes? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's two. i shall slp. i have less than six hours to beautify my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all goes well tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. havent start EOF. bloody hell la. can Chin postpone the test to a later date or something. bish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even bother to mention the securing of participants for the MPP event. honestly, i think it's utterly rubbish. and to have it on V-day? gosh. less chances for us to get participants! what in the world were they thinkin? but of course...there must be a valid reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good luck to sabby with her Singapore Idol audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz she's the STAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and goodnight to the world. ciao ci ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113959498587987962?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113959498587987962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113959498587987962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/unofficial-last-day-of-school.html' title='Unofficial Last Day of School'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113954370331612969</id><published>2006-02-10T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:55:35.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I think the problem with me is like...i talk without thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this always happen when i'm holding a conversation with mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, she got home at 11.45pm and i msged her earlier on to tell her to get me a bite or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she came home with a packet of bbq chicken rice. i love bbq chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i grumbled sayin "do u expect me to eat rice at 12? are u crazy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i really dont know wad the big deal is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mum tried to reason out sayin that it's not everyday that i eat rice at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i still eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was still being very nice. which doesnt really occur last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think wad happens is that we all mature. i hope so. and that my mum and i are having more patience as we grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall so not talk big to my mum next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz mummy knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i received like a CPF letter...like an annual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that my aunt's company have been distributing cpf thingy to my account every month even though i work on a part-time basis. how cool is that? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have like 700++ in my acct where 200 was earned solely in the year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these numbers remind me of Finance. is Mr Chin teaching us any module next sem? doubt so. boo. i think he's funny in an unfunny way. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113954370331612969?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113954370331612969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113954370331612969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-wrong.html' title='In the Wrong.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113954362476510416</id><published>2006-02-09T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:53:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I was so fucking pissed off just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...i can say i am the happiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....something along tt line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was on the way home just now and was walking on the pathway and there was this woman with a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was heading towards my direction, and me towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this dog of hers was like glaring at me and the walkway is kinda narrow and i will never take a chance nearing dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i cant touch dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was hoping that this woman would actually shorten the leash and pull her dog to one side or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that dumb ass woman did not and as i was nearin her, the dog was like growling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinkin, "oh wad the hell. just walk and press myself against the wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no...she took up the entire walkway with her stupid dog and i had to walk backwards...like practically retreating, with me facing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the bloody fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if she didnt care. and she looked at me as if she owned the walkway. mother fucker la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dog was like running towards me (with the leash tied of course) and then it barked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in BARK OUT LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was taken by surprise that much that i actually screamed and scampered backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat: screamed and scampered backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no the woman did not apologize or anything. in fact, she has that smug look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were people looking at me! can u imagine how embarrassed i was??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frigging bloody fuckin asshole i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, fine, go have dogs as ur pets but cant u be sensitive towards other ppl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention that every morning, when i reached the first floor and walking under the shelter, i see pile/s of dogshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the corners of the walls are like wet and yellowish indicating the dogs have peed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. wad the bloody hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they cant take care of their pets, dont have one! as bloody simple as that. are these ppl stupid and ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy was i seething with anger just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i get home and watched the 7pm comedy, where i relaxed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggers. yes i am bloody furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all that anger is gone. when i see Charlie. it's amazing how one's world can turn with the existence of one person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113954362476510416?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113954362476510416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113954362476510416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-dog.html' title='Stupid Dog'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113930114678899996</id><published>2006-02-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:38:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>modules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;so TVSM wasnt as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much done with the script, camera script and all. i'm just crossing my fingers abt the filming. hope everythin goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and balloting for Media in Asia just now. gosh. nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes Sonia. u saw it. it's a bad thing to do but hey, it's regarding my own interest right? so might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray to us! - James, Flora, Me, and the Piggies. Hopefully Meihui's turns out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113930114678899996?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113930114678899996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113930114678899996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/modules.html' title='modules'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113919903584019419</id><published>2006-02-06T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:10:35.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;so i finally got my new pair of shoes. but that doesnt mean i'm going to throw away my two-year-old Adidas Superstar Metal. i've grown so attached to it. and it's weird. it's like, i feel my mood being lifted when i wear  it and when i look at it, though it's a lil off-colour and rather old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;wanted to get Converse but wasnt in the the Converse mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;and wanted to get Adidas. but couldnt decide. i even wanted to get the very same one but they've cleared the Adidas Superstar Metal and filled it up with Adidas Superstar II. which is so not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;so i got myself Vans. off the wall. loves. and i spent 40 minin the shop deciding whether i should get the black or the brown one or the pink slip ins. i bet the sales person is like super annoyed and i kept apologizing and he kept saying it's okay. let's just hope he means it. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;So white is in this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;i want to wear whiteeeeee. i wanttttt. but i cant. i can never pull of white. though it's such a pure colour. tt's quite sad on my behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;and i love that Fendi white dress. gosh. it's so pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;went to work just now. and i felt like having mash potatoes and my honey chicken pau for lunch so i walked over to the 7-11, which is quite secluded. there's like massage parlours and stuff and there's like always these Chinese girls (non-local i think) lingering around the area. yes, even on a Sunday. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;so there were some old Brunei man lingering around the 7-11 and when i was trying to go into the store, i heard the man saying "So how much one hour?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;and the Chinese woman mumbled mumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;i couldnt believe i was hearing tt la. so friggin gross. and to think i am within the compound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;i just cant wait Saturday to be over. tt's when TVSM is done. i think tt's like the worse module ever. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113919903584019419?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113919903584019419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113919903584019419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/shoes.html' title='shoes.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113907280735990619</id><published>2006-02-05T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:12:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;These days have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered readin a monthly horoscope thingy abt love and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy are these things true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this makes me confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it's something different and not something common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall tear away from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabby got on tv! wooooo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kenchang seh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on three different channels summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and congrats to us MMR ppl. great job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have a lot to say but right now, i am just so not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having been stood up to. well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention there's Law and MPP to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law seems interesting but when there's no mood for it, nothing matters. no matter how interesting something can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i am waiting for my interesting thing to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. i love Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional. fits my everything now. only mine doesnt have a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113907280735990619?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113907280735990619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113907280735990619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113881671077072367</id><published>2006-02-02T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:58:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;HECTIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;with school. with people. with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;First there's the New Year with my dad and my cousins and my never-ending aunts and uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And then there's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;What with the media conference, Gems presentation, Finance Report all due on the same bloody Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;so much for the festive season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and then there's people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;with my colleague whom i had a huge huge crush on last time till he asked me out for lunch on Tuesday and now i find him boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;so one down. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;but i still find him cute. haha. i mean who can resist those brown eyes and cute wavy curls. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and then there's Oliver Parmetisan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;ooooh. he's so the boy-next-door. i assumed, tt is. gosh he looks so decent. but yea i know: &lt;strong&gt;dont judge a book by its cover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and he smiled at me this morning! but i didnt smile back and looked away. and he was like...&lt;em&gt;okay.&lt;/em&gt; and then eye contact. woots. gosh, it's damn bloody exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;so in the end, when i walked away from the paying counter which is two counters away from him, i gave him a grin and he smiled! like a real smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i wonder what's next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and then there's him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;whom i've had a crush on since like...i dunno when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and then there's her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;wow-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;met aizat's friend at Dover Mrt before me, jy, may and sabby went JP. Ranon. such a cool name! hilarious la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And there was May getting annoyed abt not being able to get fetched at Jurong Point Boon Lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;wuhauhaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and there i was crying in front of the TV set like some moronic ass. Top Model. Kyle. Eliminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Gosh. What the hell. That was so bloody unexpected. and there i was lying on the sofa saying "sorry bre. u're no good." until Tyra called out Bre's name and i was like "WHAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;friggin asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and Jayla is just so so jealous of Kyle. That freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and then there's finance report which i just found out that there are a lot of missin points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and it's two. just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113881671077072367?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113881671077072367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113881671077072367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/02/boys.html' title='boys.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113879974265449514</id><published>2006-01-31T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T05:15:42.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;It’s 1.15 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And I just had a good scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Maybe I asked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;/strong&gt; at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Bloody awesome show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Something along the line of Final Destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I still remember how much I dick these type of movies back in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Back to New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I had 14 ang pows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And I am bloody tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;. After shaking like everyone’s hands and saying "happy new year" to practically everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And my eldest cousin gave me 15minute worth of advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and i'm like..."huh".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;but of course, i pretended tt i very well know what he was talkin abt and will use it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;which i may, mind u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and i took photo with my avril-lookalike cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i dont even know her name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;wait...i dunno any of my female cousins' names!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i suck. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and i dun even know i have a cousin called Chris and he has a3-yr-old  daughter called Chloe who is super cute. and a son called C.J who's five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;which means i am a grand-aunt. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;anyways. chloe is ultra adorable la. and the name! gosh. no name would suit her better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;i shall name my daughter Chloe or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113879974265449514?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113879974265449514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113879974265449514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113871971717217573</id><published>2006-01-31T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:01:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It’s 1.15 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And I just had a good scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Maybe I asked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Watching &lt;strong&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;/strong&gt; at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Bloody awesome show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Something along the line of Final Destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I still remember how much I dick these type of movies back in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Back to New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I had 14 ang pows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And I am bloody tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Yes. After shaking like everyone’s hands and saying "happy new year" to practically everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And my eldest cousin gave me 15minute worth of advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and i'm like..."huh".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;but of course, i pretended tt i very well know what he was talkin abt and will use it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;which i may, mind u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and i took photo with my avril-lookalike cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i dont even know her name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;wait...i dunno any of my female cousins' names!&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i suck. yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and i dun even know i have a cousin called Chris and he has a daughter called Chloe who is super cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;which means i am a grand-aunt. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113871971717217573?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113871971717217573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113871971717217573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113837753596766519</id><published>2006-01-27T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:58:56.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas - formed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today was &lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;I-larious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;How everyday shud be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy, Sonia has to stop imitating my expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;cuz she looks ridiculously stupid / funny / HI-larious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;which is not what i look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today sonia and i officially became &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;freaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;archie comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;woots. Jess is super cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Lisa is super....erm...bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;ooooh. bubbles. want more bubbles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;wuhauhuahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;okayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And as always, Gems class is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;You can choose who to be the &lt;strong&gt;presen-ta-tor.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i laughed out loud. like totally. and sonia was stifling her laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;gosh. i am so gonna miss Gems class after this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and the Gems class ended like 45 mins later. wth right? super cool la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and off to the library we went. in hope to add some stuff to our Gems report. such geeks we are.&lt;br /&gt;but we failed to be the geeks we wanted to be. cuz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NAL DESTINATION 3 IS COMING BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and tt's like frigging awesome i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;it's so.....YEAH MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;WHO WANNA WATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;thanks to the Carls' Jr webbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then we watched The Veronicas' videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there...we have "me" being buoy-bah. "sonia" singing the whole song of &lt;em&gt;Everything I'm No&lt;/em&gt;t. so selfish right. cant even give me one verse. &lt;strong&gt;hmmph.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and "i" have to be the back-up singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;met Debbie Deb Deb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i think i talked non-stop. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;well. something sorta embarrassing happen. (To Andrew: DONT U DARE SAY IT ANDREW. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Suntec. shoe shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i didnt get any shoes tho. boo. been wanting to get shoes. but wasnt in the shoe-buying mood. dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Debra got her shoes though. &lt;em&gt;ENVIOUS&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;finally had my Mushroom Swiss. Been like a month since i want to eat tt la but didnt get a chance too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;so now i am a happy walking mush-swiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Bought 2 cds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas + Delta Goodrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now...my cd list is shorter.&lt;br /&gt;i am left with:&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears Chaotic dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i shall buy one every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And I found The Veronicas cd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;was on the verge of buying it la but it's like 30++.&lt;br /&gt;ex. but it's so rare.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i SO have to buy it la.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;soon i guess. it's like must-have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i mean like duh right...i am half of The Veronicas. wuhauhauuaha.&lt;br /&gt;i shall sing my songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113837753596766519?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113837753596766519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113837753596766519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/veronicas-formed.html' title='The Veronicas - formed.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113812121788696652</id><published>2006-01-25T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:46:57.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys Concert - June 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And there i was; in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backstreet Boys came out and started the concert with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice dance moves. well. typical Backstreet Boy dance moves. the way i like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick is so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick looks like someone from the back. i cant say who. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somewhere in the middle of the concert, i was waving wildly and screaming Nickkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno. he waved back. maybe at me. maybe at the whole sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is a chance that he was returning my wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. whatever makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thennnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quit playing games with my heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian jumped off the stage; jumped over the barricade and ran up the west wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying and I straight away ran towards the direction he was heading; sonia followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE SHOOK BRIAN'S HAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR RIGHT HANDS HAS BEEN TOUCHED BY A BACKSTREET BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY AN INTERNATIONAL STAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that makes us THE BACKSTREET GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky Jy to shake his hand first. and then me. and then sonia. and then i dunno who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Brian is so cute la. making goofy faces and doing funny moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered how i have neutral feelings for Brian but heyyy, he totally changed my perception of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of meeting him LIVE and DIRECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he ran up to the west wing and he looked so bloody blur. so cute! he was like "huh. ok wait. what am i doing here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia, jy and i were the first three to shake his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a whole lot of crowd. and he shook a couple more hands and the bloody security guard pushed us away and he scratched me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to shake brian's hand AGAIN since i was nearest to him then. he looked at me. He LOOKED at ME. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hands are rough la. and firm. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he went off and sonia, jy and i were screaming; plainly starstrucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia was like why why why did brian came to this side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. it's just for us. wow. so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more. ok later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's nick banging the drums with a very weird repetitve body movement and sonia and i burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so retarded la nick. same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AJ looked like a thinner version of Undertaker. totally gothic i think. and super cool. and yes, his voice is bloody low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Howie is such a sweetheart. tt cute curly hair and tiny little dance moves. so smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went to touch everyone's hand on the first row la. gosh. so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then somewhere in the beginning, i tot i had eye contact with brian. yea sure we were like 7m away from the stage but tt glint in his eyes set me wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he happened to looked at my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. this happens to be a Brian night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they sang All I Have To Give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they did the hat thing. always love it. i remembered rewinding the tape back and forth back and forth to learn those hat dance moves when i recorded the live in Orlando concert when i was in primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. the sound system sucked to the core. couldnt hear wad they were saying. slow feedback and there were echoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, we went out at the right timing and once out of the concert hall, we heard screaming and saw crowds of ppl and we being the ...ok dunno...we being the whatever, we ran down, dashing pass ppl and squeeze our way to the front near the barricade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well honestly, i was just running for the sake of running and the sake of squeezing just to see them LIVE after a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sonia was right behind me! arent we good squeeze-ers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then AJ came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Kevin and Howie and Nick was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt see Brian tho. the cute goofy Brian that i am infatuated with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the they went to the van and by tt time i didnt care and i ran off on my own. Sorry Sonia and Jy! gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and climbed over the barricade. sat on the barricade, waiting for the perfect moment to jumped down and dash towards their van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and managed to dash upfront to the second van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin was inside. And he was just lookin around. and did a slight wave, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was waving wildly at him, like a mad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, at least he saw me. wuauhuauahuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee. why kevin so dao! and he was the first to leave the stage after the last song la. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the last van and brian brian brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me being me, i waved and waved and he smiled and waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security guard were just saying "move back" so what the hell and i was smiling and there were noone else except me and a couple of security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the fans are like behind the barricade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! why werent sonia and jy with me! it would be much much cooler la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i look like a freak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall, it was good. Jy kept gyrating and singing and i was just standing there looking at them, watchin them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i have waited ten years for them. and they have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there we were in the same room; breathing in the same oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love brian. he's such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i washed my right hand already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there will always be the stain of Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frigging goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure the concert is laidback and i didnt perspire and stuff but the thought of them performing right before my eyes is just so...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall look at all my BSB portfolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 1 and I refuse to slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113812121788696652?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113812121788696652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113812121788696652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/backstreet-boys-concert-june-24th.html' title='Backstreet Boys Concert - June 24th'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113794543365935671</id><published>2006-01-22T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:05:56.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I am so inspired after watching The Apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so...wow. it's so liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i adore rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she actually put her ass on the line trying to protect toral; whom didnt quite a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she stood her ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz of the friendship both of them had built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had watched last week's epi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crying by the time rebecca announced the two parties she wanna bring back to the boardroom cuz she was so adamant abt not bringin toral in, knowing tt toral will be fired if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it's unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was toral who helped rebecca out and stuff in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet la! (yes i used the same line again i know. shut up and read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl do anything for friends. well, a minority. how many rebeccas can u find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super impressed and i think i brought the house down when Trump fired another party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca is loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like someone i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113794543365935671?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113794543365935671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113794543365935671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/rebecca.html' title='Rebecca'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113793832206464935</id><published>2006-01-22T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:58:42.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;today is fairly sueyyyy (sway)...gosh how do u spell tt word??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so my colleague came along at 12pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and he's so super talkative and he has so many stories to tell me that i couldnt really do anythng except sit there and stare and nod occasionally and say "really", "oh", "true true". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;haha. but hey, i was listening k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so i was flippin thru the pages of lime magazine and i casually asked him "do u watch america's next top model?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and he blurted out the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;like when i asked him tt, he said, "ya. _____ is the winner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i just gaped at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;purely gape. mouth hanging open and eyes widening tt kind. and my eyes were tearing and i exclaimed "you did not just say tt!" like umpteenth times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i was tearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i was abt to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;gosh it was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;yea sure he did not do it on purpose and he said "sorry la. i did not know u didnt know the winner. u dont have the 'i dunno the winner' stamped on ur face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i seriously could just defenestrate him right there and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and of course i complained to sonia and jy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and jy is now the sole survivor. i hope she lasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and then it rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and then i just ate the ben n jerrys ice cream in the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;before tt i had a bag of potato chips and m&amp;ms and nasi lemak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;eating day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;ok. apprentice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;love finance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;hey i was sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113793832206464935?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113793832206464935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113793832206464935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/americas-next-top-model.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113793738723463087</id><published>2006-01-22T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:43:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storyfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Storyfest went well. the whole of it. woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;a big big congrats to may and jiaying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wow. woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and dont forget to treat we yoyo-ders ok! wuhauauuahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and to the rest of the participants! it was all good!&lt;em&gt; *grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the dance went well i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;musicmakesyoulosecontrol musicmakesyoulosecontrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*wham* let's go. ah ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and uncertainty rocks to the max la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the skit was HI-larious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and that kane guy was ultra good i must say. awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and then sabby and i chomped on the leftover currypuffs. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and sabby had to say tt to sriven. ahhhhh. i'm embarrassed la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;let me think...wad did she say...oh something like "must have sharina inside right." lmao la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and that corp comm guy having a crush on sabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;gross la. eww ewww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and finance meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wait a minute. what finance meeting? haha. eh, i really think mpp is totally redundant la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;aaaargghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and then had Gelare. woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;love love love. &lt;em&gt;waffles&lt;/em&gt;. yummy yum yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and love the ambience. rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and bryan walked me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and then i had a nap and dreamt of someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;who i cant say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113793738723463087?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113793738723463087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113793738723463087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/storyfest.html' title='Storyfest'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113774051898719794</id><published>2006-01-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:21:39.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geisha shar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Yay. Backstreet Boys are coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i had wanted when i was like in primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest Nickolas Gene Carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, u shud see my whole collection of BSB stuff: from their pin-ups to their posters to their sticker book collection to their cards.&lt;br /&gt;they were my world once back then. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan, aizat, sonia, sabby, jy, and timo and i watched Memoirs of a Geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots! at Lido. (pronounced as Li-doooooo as said by Jy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuahuhauhuaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niceeeee. go watch it ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look at this: Gei&lt;strong&gt;sha-r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;whatever makes me happy ok! haahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the all the power peas member wore black tops today. like coincidentally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the half-existing member who doesnt know he is in. haha. coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the rice cracker thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole conversation on the table is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mirror image thing with sonia with our utensils and even our legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it turned sorta serious when we touched the Tab Tv topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sonia started laughing on the way to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone help that girl pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these past few days have been a hell for my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor thighs. i shall get it massaged soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all's good cuz everything is goin great (i am talkin abt the dance) and ms kwa has to treat me sabby and sonia two meals. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are such shameless ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach has been throwin tantrums since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tt's not good cuz when it's tantrums come, it makes me feel really uncomfortable and i will have to cringe and hold back the groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a live washing machine mixed with acidic and alkaline juice. anything but neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my stomach is at the right pH. otherwise i dunno wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113774051898719794?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113774051898719794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113774051898719794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/geisha-shar.html' title='Geisha shar'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113716542083137947</id><published>2006-01-13T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:25:41.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today is Friday the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;when i was walking home, i saw the moon behind all the clouds. it's like a classic movie kinda thing. like there's a full moon and then i saw a cat which could be represented as a wolf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;so i'm the vampire i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;is that cool or wad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;it started out hilarious. with Customer Service Gems and stuff. it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-larious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;sonia is mean mean mean. she kept mocking our English-Deprived lecturer whose name we are quite unsure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;conivence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;does anyone knows what tt means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;itellyouitellyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;it's conVINIence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then there's the &lt;strong&gt;my tireds are leg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;please dont ask me what's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and Law lecture was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and AM lecture was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;beyond describe-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and Storyfest rehearsal was even more undescribe-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;gosh he smiled at me and did some weird eyebrow thing. yes i know u are jealous sabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then off we went to practise our dance and so we went to level 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and it took us 3 classrooms to try our stuff and realised that's we were cursed. thank goodness the fourth classroom we tried was fine cuz Sabby the Genius found out that the classrooms had a conspiracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;cuz of day and the date - the cause of our so-called mishaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after which aizat and sabby and i went to eat Long John and eat eat eat and look at furniture and electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Juggling thing with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and scary at the same time. i wanna learn how to juggle! boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i suck i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;SOme guy took my spot for my dancing act. boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;there goes my chance to pay my tribute to Justin Timberlake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then dance practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then &lt;strong&gt;wobble wobble wobble&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then shop shop shop with 4/5 of YoYo Sisterhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and here's a para dedicated to May: THANKS MAY FOR WAITING FOR TWO POINT FIVE HOURS AND HELPING US TO PLAYBACK THE MUSIC AND STUFF AKA BEING OUR SOUNDMAN/WOMAN AND THEN BRINGING US TO U2 FOR THE FANTA-FABULOUS SALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and shop shop shop. got two pants and a basic tee at a cheap cheap price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;oh we ate first. we were all hungry beings. and the kangkong was too salty and the uncle was nice enuf to exchange it for a new plate of kangkong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;completed our two reports.&lt;br /&gt;and yes. we yoyoders have been awarded the best prmp report. wuhauhauuahuaaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;cant remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;goldfish memory.&lt;br /&gt;oh.got back tvsm test. sucked to the core. what the hell la deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113716542083137947?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113716542083137947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113716542083137947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113673331872319846</id><published>2006-01-08T07:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:45:40.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver Parmetisan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i have a thousand things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to buy paint and then paint my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go for another round of grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to complete the dancesteps for Storyfest to the song Lose Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to choreograph another dance for SB day on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, please do support me. so there's this SB day thing on Thurs and i'm suppose to do a performance. at SB foyer. shud be during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;aaargh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to file my notes properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to buy Debra's birthday cum christmas present. which i haf no idea where to start. i mean what can i buy with 100 bucks. i need somethin grand. aaargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i have to get something for my colleague cuz she gave me a gift and i have this philosophy that if people give u something, u have to give something good in return to repay their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to transfer the speakers from my room to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to sonia's hse to continue having prj discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is totally off with me this semester. i have to apologise to every of my grp members. i'm sorry i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i am late whether last minute stuff crop up or i'm just late but yes i'm terribly sorry. gosh i feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was raining the whole day! non-stop! wow. i wish i was home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the "fiesco" in KFC. Jy was super funny and please do not go to the KFC at Admiralty. it sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then may had to go and then jason went off and then we start practising Lose Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all's good and everyone dont mind and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey i am surprised by their enthusiasm. coolness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sabby me and sonia went to watch top model. woots. i love kyle's new hair. and she is bloody tall la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Simple Life Interns. what a stupid show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then home. and i was so stupid the wrong train and i stopped at yishun before i get to u-turn back. so stupid la. and that is the second time tt happened to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally forgot there's gilmore girls at 6 and i was 35min late for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i was walking home, it was raining super heavily and since the rain is titter-tattering, i started singing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to The Veronicas &lt;em&gt;Mouth Shut&lt;/em&gt;. and the lyrics go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kept my mouth shut from the start &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I left you in the dark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You thought you knew me but you don't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you'll love me but you wont &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you find out who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and then the chorus goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'Cause I'm feeling lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I'm in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The reasons are gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For why I was holding on to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I tried so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To be the one I don't like who I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's so sad. i would never want to be tt girl. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel the pain in her voice. as if she's gone thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just bein paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw this singh guy in the distance and i gave this weird face cuz from my point of view, he was like wearing a mask...you know, those kind dentists wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was closer to him i saw that it was actually his beard, which is white and quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i laughed out loud, exclaiming how more stupid i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my gilmore girls. love gilmore girls. i feel like i am rory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the supermarket and the oliver guy was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got his name this time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oliver Parmetisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;...i didnt really get it but i think it is something like tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what he is. i mean yes i know he's human but heritage terms and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw him looking at me shop! wuahuahuaua. i was in there for like half hour wondering wad to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he was so heck care when he checked out my items. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways my first time buying strawberrys. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apprentice apprentice. whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113673331872319846?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113673331872319846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113673331872319846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/oliver-parmetisan_113673331872319846.html' title='Oliver Parmetisan'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113647374344857752</id><published>2006-01-05T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T07:09:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermarket Boi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;bahhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Finance Test is totally rubbish. I can just ask Mr Chin to eat up my paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But i deserve it. I guess. I mean...i really did not study the way i had planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dunno why i feel so lazy this sem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And PRMP meeting rocked. Always loved PRMP meetings these days. It's HIlarious.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because prmp meeting is not prmp meeting...it's like a yo-yo sisterhood gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;loves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And i bet we were making a lot of noise in the library just now from the horoscopes, to the nice dresses in Elle, to May's Victoria Secret's Pajames to Jurong Point to Hazelnut biscuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;love hazelnuts whatever things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;wuhauhauhuaua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And Sabby is selfish cuz i was willing to share YuHu with her but she doesnt want to. wuhauhauhua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And no...we did not get any prmp thing done cuz May said &lt;strong&gt;GO HOME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;off we went, freezing cuz it was raining heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and the yoyo-ders gave up teaching me how to pronounce Umbrella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i always thought that's the way to pronounce it but Flora said i have no hope in pronouncing it correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsk tsk. haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and may lent me her umbrella again so that i wont be stranded at the bus stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;so nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and since i felt like i shud roam around for a while, i went to the supermarket. wuhauhuaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and there was no queue at one of the counters and i went there and it was the same guy who served me the other time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and i looked at his badge and it says :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt; Oliver Parminez                &lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt; TRAINEE                           &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;well...it was Parminez or something along that line. ANd i thought he was malay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;anyways, the point is he's got such a unique name. I mean who is called Oliver these days?&lt;br /&gt;and Parminez? hotness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and yes, i find him cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then this auntie come along and asked him how much is the softener in CHinese and he attempted to speak Chinese and he sounds like me when he said &lt;em&gt;$5.95&lt;/em&gt;. cuteness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then the umbrella (it's may's)  sort of slipped off my hand and he said "oops" and he leaned forward to see what i dropped and then he said bye to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;so much effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;but maybe he's just friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;TVSM should become an extinct module. my grades are sufferung already. i already know it before it happens. i'm sucha genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i wonder what i shud buy at the supermarket tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113647374344857752?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113647374344857752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113647374344857752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/supermarket-boi.html' title='Supermarket Boi'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113612587492275738</id><published>2006-01-01T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T08:54:28.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;So 2005 has officially ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want 2005 to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 has been great. as far as my memory goes. sure there are the downs but the ups are more than worth it....it's just like the statement of cash flows in finance terms. wuhauhaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...2005 has been great. class was good. friends were good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the return of Yo-Yo Sisterhood. The creation of Power Peas. The so-called nuts. The personas of America's Next Top Model. The sisters of Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can pretty much say 2005 is a year spent most with dmczerotwo. a year filled with laughter, joy and madness and stupidity and fun and amazing amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happenings have been great...like 3 concerts in a year! gosh, tt's madness man. the MTV thingy with SOnia (thanks sonia!). it's almost cinematic baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results were good. i'm talking honour roll, baby. but tt i think was my first and will be my last time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been an exciting life and i wouldnt turn around and say i regret something cuz i didnt. even if i did (which i dont) they happened cuz they have to happened. i truly believe in the phrase &lt;strong&gt;Everything Happens FOr A Reason&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways everything went well. pretty much and i'm thankful that i got to spend my 18th year as an 18 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is when i (as well as everyone else) kick start the brank new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2006. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast. i wanna stop time. i just want to. it's goin too fast and it's bringing me into a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but b&lt;strong&gt;ottomline&lt;/strong&gt; is: i am powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first day of 2006 is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my mum....hunting around for a new fridge. and a replacement for the old dvd player. &lt;strong&gt;woots woots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i played avril's vcd and my mum said "&lt;em&gt;eww. That tomboy. She's not even pretty. She's got a big nose."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there i was having a friendly argument with her. it was &lt;em&gt;HI&lt;/em&gt;larious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne&lt;strong&gt;w Year Resolutions New Year Resolutions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. don't be mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. spend less time on the computer&lt;br /&gt;3. do not indulge in temptations&lt;br /&gt;4. do not procastinate my work&lt;br /&gt;5. be less annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Not to push people away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;i have the tendency to do no. 6. maybe i find them annoying. maybe i just plainly dont like them. maybe it irks me when i see them. i dunno. but i shall try and be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oh yay. my mum just got back. a bunch of old chang kee. good way to end the first day of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113612587492275738?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113612587492275738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113612587492275738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2006.html' title='Year 2006'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113604221962173213</id><published>2005-12-31T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:11:45.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st Dec 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My blog hibernated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For more than a week. &lt;em&gt;wow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just dont have the writing mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's so much thing to update....ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I shall just type whatever comes to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bicycle accident has left me traumatised and yes i wont be touchin a bike anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, my head has a lump and my elbow is badly scratched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm touched by my mum's concern...she has suddenly turn into this super concern person;&lt;br /&gt;calling me every two hours when she's workin. i think it made her realise me. i dunno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i wanna &lt;strong&gt;thank thank thank thank&lt;/strong&gt; Sabby and Aizat for being at the hospital and sending me to my doorstep. Thank u so much A.S. i truly appreciate it. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and to those who pour their concern, thank u too. u know who u are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i'm sorry i sort of spolied the bike trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how i wish i did not press the brake button. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now all i can do is pray that my head is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New Year's eve...went to Holland's Swensens with Bryan. Ice cream. &lt;strong&gt;woots&lt;/strong&gt;. Fries. &lt;strong&gt;woots&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and the student deal is back...the one with unlimited scoops of ice cream and a glass of coke for five bucks. anyone wanna go on thurs or wed?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New Year's Resolution! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cant think of one...i dunno...not to be so paranaid and to read faster? i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe watch less tv but tt's impossible cuz great great shows are returning like Apprentice and Desperate Housewives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i shall rest my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Reasons why i am not Partying into the New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not a fan of crowds.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont get the concept of partyin into the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm a decent person.&lt;br /&gt;5. i just dont party that kind of party.&lt;br /&gt;6. i dunno what to do at that kind of party.&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm injured.&lt;br /&gt;8. i like to be in the comfort of my own home.&lt;br /&gt;9. i'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;10. and that's why i'm Sharina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113604221962173213?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113604221962173213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113604221962173213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/31st-dec-2005.html' title='31st Dec 2005'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113517505176176100</id><published>2005-12-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T06:24:11.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping bIsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;TVSM is such a bloody drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and yes my grade for tt module is gonna be poor poor poor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;gosh. it's all so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and i wasnt even listening to the explaination they were giving yesterday at the esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i mean like...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do i care??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all i could think was was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man it's so humid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can he just stop talkin and let us go already?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and no i am not guilty of thinking tt cuz Flora felt the same way. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and off we went to suntec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and shop shop shop. and got ice creammmm...and yes i can be indecisive. thanks flora for making me eat Yami Yoghurt and helpin me make up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and bought stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and yes i am broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i have to stop spendin a +/- 50 bucks a day. it's burning me i tell u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and i thought i could go for another round of shoppin next week since...it's the sales season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;but thennnnn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i totally forgot abt the Backstreet Boys concert tix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;there goes my hundred bucks when i thought i could buy that cute cute cute topshop handbag which i have been eyeing for quite a while. or that top at newurbanmale. or those nike shoes. or the blackeyedpeas cd which i have been wanting to buy but always forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;what bad timing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;but of course i have to have to have to go for the BSB concert. it's like a no brainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;looks like my shoppin has to be...postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;cuz daddy wont top up the cash in my visa. &lt;em&gt;bish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and mummy said she will buy me that crumpler bean bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;so i shall just appreciate things as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;America's Next Top Model in ten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;excited-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113517505176176100?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113517505176176100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113517505176176100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping-bish.html' title='shopping bIsh'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113500926981780465</id><published>2005-12-19T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:21:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bun Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;met up with the Bun Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;after two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and now we are hangin out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Bun Club = Jessie + Azlindah + Sikin + me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and yes it's an exclusive club where the four of us will tie our hair into buns on fridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i still remember the friday mornings in the toilet before assembly. miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and we were such influence that other students start tying their hair into buns using their scrunchie. jessie rocks cuz she was the founder of the club. *&lt;em&gt;grins&lt;/em&gt;* and i was the the first member - if i remember correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;everything was same old same old. exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;there was so much to talk and we talk non-stop from 3 to 6.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And Az the Queen was late as usual. One Hour late this time. yes. it's extreme. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;so things hasnt change much since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and it was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;coffeebean. woots. but i prefer starbucks coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and we went shopping. sweetness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;spent like one hour in Mango alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;gosh the place was madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before all that was our nutsy meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;terrible terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and yes...she is such a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;yes i'm good at spotting the animals in humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and sonia has to stop sayin the things i wanna say. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;still. it's funny how God make things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and honestly, it can be overwhelming yet nice at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and boy am i stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and yes i am afraid to take a step forward; afraid i may crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and so i am gonna build a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;but maybe this time, i will build a wall made of mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;gosh, he's just too perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113500926981780465?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113500926981780465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113500926981780465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/bun-club.html' title='Bun Club'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113492878503797603</id><published>2005-12-18T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:59:45.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Quizzes quizzes quizzes. i cant slp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;So i did the house test thingy which Sonia had pasted the links on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are good at making friends and when the joyful moment arrives, you make the most out of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. You often come up with solutions to problems. You are an ambitious person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You always have plans on your mind. This might cause a lot of stress if things don't go the way you expect. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;and i did more (and still doin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you eat fried eggs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;White first and yellow last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are logical, smart and inventive. It's okay for you to make people think that you are a little self-centered. You just focus on what you're doing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;And I shall cut and paste some of the other takes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have no confidence. You try to take chances but always miss them since you are too scared to really jump in and try.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, if you don't make any efforts to meet people, no relationship is going to get started. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've made your way well in this world despite all the obstacles you've had to faced. You have survived a lot more troubles than most people. You have had to deal with difficult people, ridiculous rules, and tempestuous relationships. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possible jobs includes being a performer, musician, social worker, athletic coach yada yada yada. ROCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;okay enuf abt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;so went to sarah's musical thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;it was impressive i must say. much much better than expected. loveeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;and jiaying was damn funny la with her looking radiant (only before the musical) and her discovery of "fantasia barrino". LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;and it's 2. i better slp. i cant cant cant be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113492878503797603?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113492878503797603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113492878503797603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/quizzes.html' title='quizzes'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113484782560617672</id><published>2005-12-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:30:25.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer whiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So i came online with an intention to blog abt something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;But i shall digress since it's 2.45 am in the morning and i just woke up two hours ago and i've just watched Anti-Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Mind-boggling. Such a thriller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And now that i am in front of the computer, i am pretending to be a computer genius (somethin i would never be) inspired by Ryan Phillipe who plays the lead character in Anti-Trust who could come up with computer network codes and stuff and get deleted files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Gosh. That character is a bloody genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So, for this short moment, pls pretend that your friend Sharina is a computer whiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh and i think computer geeks are something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Holidays are here. The so-called holiday which is filled with heavy workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So anyways (&lt;em&gt;yes i realised i've used anyways like 3 times, and still counting)&lt;/em&gt; I had my script consultation thingy with Ms Lee on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So there we were discussing how to bring meaning to the dialogue and she suddenly asked "Do you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Yes I was puzzled but after a second i realised it is in relation to the script. And I say not currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So she went on assuming that i did have one. which i did yes.&lt;br /&gt;and then she carried on asking "what is it that you will say or do to show your partner that you truly love him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and there and then. my mind went blank. completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;And then a swift of flashbacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and i searched thru those flashbacks and i tried diggin for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;and i came up with no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;cuz i've never really loved anyone before. sort of. and i dont think i have the courage to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;so i just sat there and frowned and had that thinkin look and feel like a complete idiot as Ms Lee waited for a response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;which i dont have one and which i cant come up with one automatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;besides that point, the script i am working on is not moving too well but Ms Lee said i caught the essence of it. So that was encouraging. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;back to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;while at work, i was reading this book "Girls' Poker Night" and they had this paragraph: "I think that's what confused everyone. Straight. Gay. Fine...Bi...that somehow screams 'I really can't commit', you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i'm not too sure if i am interpreting the message as intended but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;so i woke up this morning (saturday morning) with the feeling that i wasn on someone else's bed.&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt of something that is of meaning but i cant remember it. i never remember my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;okay. i dont feel like a whiz kid anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113484782560617672?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113484782560617672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113484782560617672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/computer-whiz.html' title='computer whiz.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113463309016893994</id><published>2005-12-14T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:53:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>web frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;update on week activities:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;watched Prime. love love love the show. Bryan Greenberg was so so so hot. Hmm. Not really. but he's cute...like real cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;and Bryan bought me cookies. love love love cookies. yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;oh. Bryan Greenberg is the actor in Prime, in case u are wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;And Bryan who bought me cookies is my fren. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;The Peas-ers wore black. Like so coincidentally. Seriously, i'm already startin to believe the one thing i started never existed. it's quite sad though. but maybe there IS hope. *cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonia and I sniffed 5 times consecutively at the same time. She is such a copycat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Catch up on Britney news. Gosh were there tons. And found the best website ever: divorcekevin.com  coolness. naw, not the best but she really shud divorce that shit ass. Kevin is jeopardizing my future man. wuhauhauuaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113463309016893994?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113463309016893994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113463309016893994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/web-frenzy.html' title='web frenzy'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113422555377644416</id><published>2005-12-10T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T07:03:27.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overprotected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;today is a normal day. nothing exciting. except for my lunch. and i realised that i am a vegetarian today. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had huge huge huge tofu + beansprouts + peanut sauce for lunch. yum yum. and that one hour spent lunching with my aunt was cool cuz it's been quite a while since i have had a decent chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my aunt asked me whether i wanna work at AtivoBar (it's the wrong spellin but something like tt) at Mount Faber. and well...given its name, yes it's a bar. and she was giving me the details like reporting time, the "uniform", the ppl who work there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;and then she stopped and she had that thinkin look and then she shook her head and said, "eh. u better dont work there la. here is enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;lmao la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;but i thought it would be cool to try. experience experience. but i dont think my grandma and my aunts and uncle would like to see me serving beer yea? boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;so yay. next week is the last week of sch! COOLNESS. FINALLY. been waitin and waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;i wanted to say somethin. but i forgot. i shall leave it like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113422555377644416?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113422555377644416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113422555377644416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/overprotected.html' title='overprotected.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113414553987463524</id><published>2005-12-09T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:21:29.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So Talentime was pretty awesome i must say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone to do my make-up for me. Coolness la. Must thank Mas and Lann for being so so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think Mas rocks la. wuhauhauaua. damn funny la him. And I was his first product. Too bad he couldnt stay to watch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sabby spilled my secret to them when i whispered to her "&lt;em&gt;I think i look like Britney."&lt;/em&gt; Sabby arrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Maybe a bit buoy bah...haha...but hey, whatever makes me happy alright? haha.&lt;br /&gt;eh. but i really look like ok? &lt;strong&gt;STOP LAUGHING. &lt;/strong&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasnt exactly nervous. I think it's because of the make-up thing? It calmed me down. i mean...who doesnt like being dolled up? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was excited excited excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sabby and Sarah rocked the stage la. Awesome-ness. haha. it's like a mind-blowing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to Spectacular Sabby!! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...continue continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...finally came to my turn. Gosh was i excited. And no i wasnt nervous. Bloody weird la.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing was dark tt i couldnt see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a little ying-and-yang (okay i dont really know wad tt means. haha) and i think i was okay....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Oh yes. The very ugly squeak. God. I almost died. When i went off-key (and yes i know it was damn bloody obvious. hilarious seh), i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i almost died too when i was searching for that string to pull of the blue cloth. I was panicking and .....seriously, i didnt even know wad i was sayin into the mike cuz all everything was so...chaotic. and in the end, i pulled it off at the wrong timing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand thoughts were goin thru my head and i was like cringing. wuhauhuauaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides the squeak squeak (damn was it embarrassingly notice-able), i think i like wad i did. (yessss buoy bah again. hahahahahaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i was slightly disappointed. But then i think again, i realised that it's fine cuz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i forgot my lyrics and stumble upon them as a result&lt;br /&gt;2) i did that stupid inevitable squeak&lt;br /&gt;3) my vocals were shaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that squeak...resembles....britney's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding. I mean...i watched so many of her live performances (and yes i think she does lip-sync) and whenever she says into the mike "Now...screeeeaaammm", she will squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best of all....(well, not really the best la) he stayed to watch and then he msged me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*faints*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhauhauauhuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thanks all DMC students who stayed all the way seh. All the support. *&lt;em&gt;does a curtsey&lt;/em&gt;* wuhauhauhauha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the lecturers: Ms Kwa, Ms Peter, Ms Low. thank u thank u. (as if they are readin this. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and aizat and jiaying...i could hear their voice from backstage. wuhauhauhuahuaa. both of u won the best &lt;em&gt;cheer-er&lt;/em&gt;. i am so proud of u all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and jiahui for video-caming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i thought james was better than joe. too bad though. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i wanna perform again &lt;em&gt;(minus the squeaking u mean - Ed).&lt;/em&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/9655139-113414553987463524?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113414553987463524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113414553987463524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/finals.html' title='The Finals.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113389857860848524</id><published>2005-12-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:49:38.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonia and her Selenge Cubicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sonia's 2nd Request:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok. So this happen like last week. Friday to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So wad happened was...during one of the lecture break or somethin, Sonia and i went to the back toilet to...for the reason ppl go to the toilet! &lt;em&gt;duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;so when we entered, we heard Jiahui and Sarah in the cubicles talking. So being the playful playful us, we bang on their toilet door to scare the hell out of them.&lt;em&gt; (right - Ed)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then Jiahui was like "Sharina ar?"&lt;em&gt; (eh, how u all know ar? am i TT predictable? NO RIGHT. haha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So, Sonia, being the 11-yr-old she is, put her finger to the lips and we tiptoed to the other end of the cubicle (Sarah and jiahui and me only use seatin toilets. haha) and Sonia went in and she was like motioning me to come in with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the moment of being &lt;em&gt;selenge&lt;/em&gt; and it's just the spur of the moment, i joined her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yes i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yes. &lt;strong&gt;Very SELENGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But SOnia is &lt;strong&gt;more selenge&lt;/strong&gt; to have suggested that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cuz wad happened was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jiahui and Sarah went off (maybe they thought it was some unknown stuff tt knocked on their door. LOL) and in came.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;There were...4 of them? and yes, we were stuck in the same cubicle. Not literally stuck. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;just...trapped. thanks to sonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;LMAO la. and they were like talking abt stuff and it was quite amusing so i started giggling but i couldnt laugh cuz sonia kept askin me to shut up. wuhauhauuaa. yes, we were eavesdroppin. That was the only thing we were capable of doin. We cant open the door! Can u imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and worse. They were in the washroom for ten whole min. SO LONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So we waited and waited and when the moon dropped, we heaved a sigh of relief and i stepped out when we hear silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yes. it was stupid. but it was super funny la. &lt;strong&gt;LMAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and no. nothing happened except for the eavesdroppin the some girls' conversation. wuhauhuauahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;it's 3.45am. i shud slp. soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113389857860848524?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113389857860848524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113389857860848524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/sonia-and-her-selenge-cubicle.html' title='Sonia and her Selenge Cubicle'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113389720438117647</id><published>2005-12-06T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:26:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>On Sonia's Request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 10 things that bring you a moment of joy, and tag 5 friends to do the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;2. my video/CD/DVD collection&lt;br /&gt;3. my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. making my Grandma smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;5. being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;6. stars. &lt;em&gt;as in twinkle twinkle little stars. not star star.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. family bonding.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;9. sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;10. performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tagtagtag:&lt;/strong&gt; anyone? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113389720438117647?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113389720438117647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113389720438117647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113386286638810934</id><published>2005-12-06T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:54:26.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Been 6 days since i last update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So that i shall do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The day was boring. I mean like obviously; with PRMP and Finance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Boo-hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And then went shoppin with Flora at Bugis. &lt;em&gt;Correction.&lt;/em&gt; As Flora put it: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speed Shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So we rushed to bugis and we walked like super fast dodgin ppl and everythin. damn funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and Flora was &lt;em&gt;kan-chong&lt;/em&gt;; as she knows i gotta be in sch by 5.45pm for some scriptwriting consultation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and FLora is like damn pro la....knowin her way around the very confusing Bugis Street. well, i must say confuse is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE STARS&lt;/strong&gt; for Flora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;got the jeans i sort-of-want and i got a huge huge huge Britney poster. super cool la. and it was like the last piece - yay and boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;and now i am waiting for my turn for the scriptwriting thing in the classroom. Howie is taking a loooooong time. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Oh...before i end off, Sonia and Flora tortured my cheeks. My &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;delicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;SO i had half a Pocky and put it horizontally in my mouth and Sonia and Flora pressed the Pocky stick on each side so that it will break into two. COOLNESS la. and yes Sonia, you can't do it.  wuhauhuahuahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;AND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;After how many months of tryin, i somehow got to know how to beat box. yesssss. it's super cool. but still a rookie though. but still!&lt;strong&gt; WOOTS&lt;/strong&gt;.  yes i know i am talented. &lt;em&gt;(right - Ed)&lt;/em&gt; wuhauhaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ANd i did a magic trick with the lead thingy and my thumb in AM class. I know you all fell for it Son and Flo. But bad bad bad Timo had to spoil it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Still. They were in awe. RIGHT? wuahuhauuahuha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ok. My turn soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113386286638810934?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113386286638810934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113386286638810934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/speed-shopping.html' title='Speed Shopping.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113350354060432700</id><published>2005-12-01T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:05:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Britney</title><content type='html'>Guess what day it is today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;strong&gt;2nd December.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Happy Birthday Britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wish u well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Same for your baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And may Federline rot in pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once again, wish you a happy 24th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Gosh, u are getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;your huge-est fan ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sharina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113350354060432700?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113350354060432700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113350354060432700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-britney.html' title='Happy Birthday Britney'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113345279877793609</id><published>2005-12-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:03:29.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Riding</title><content type='html'>So today....was &lt;em&gt;fabulous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had that attitude launch thingy. good job well done to jawei, sarah, may and the rest of the yearbook committee. &lt;i&gt;JIAHUI. I DIDNT GET MY PARTY POPPER. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. Prj meetin. i am actually quite apprehensive. i hope hope hope everythin is like correctly linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sheng picked me up from school. he was late late late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said he had a hard time finding Dover Road. That poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vroom off to Junction 8. He was goin super fast la. And when he turned, my heart skipped a beat. I mean i could have fallen off that bike. wuhuahuaua. but super cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind is like awesome. just blasting. no wonder i am wind from captain planet. wuhuahauaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we get to J 8, the timing is all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sheng was coming down with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So poor thing. and super nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like from Bishan, to Dover, to Bishan, to Holland and back to his home in Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness. I secured my minus one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113345279877793609?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113345279877793609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113345279877793609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/12/bike-riding.html' title='Bike Riding'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113336429322068000</id><published>2005-11-30T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:24:53.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulcers in My Mouth</title><content type='html'>i have been feelin pain pain pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two ulcers. in my mouth. at the worst places u can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one on my tongue. wherever it is. i cant locate the exact location but it hurts everytime i stretch my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one right at the bottom of my mouth near my gums. ouch ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was putting Bonjela - this gel-like substance that is suppose to get rid of ulcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i put it on again just now and it was the worst ever. I mean putting on the gel will obviously sting. But this was another kind of painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some pain from the outer universe, if such a thing exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was right in front of the mirror groaning and gritting my teeth. goodness. that gel is a haunt man. and my pupils were dilating. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stings like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things arent any better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the talentime thingy clash with the PRMP CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORRECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody PRMP CA clash with the talentime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is more impt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously speaking...talentime? i mean, i dont usually get into this things like individually. it's a nutcracker case and that is what i am gonna be on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it aint helpin that i have a test to study for on the night before. 5 lectures mind u.&lt;br /&gt;is she crazy or wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that i cant find my minus one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually no. it's just plainly and so in-your-face irritating. yes. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooooh. we missed ryan's performance just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another bloody waste. so what the hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Mr Ang was like really bloody angry. Goodness gracious. Sarah better do something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes. been a while since i update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i wonder when my ulcers will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ul-cers, go away, and dont come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain rain, i like rain, please come back again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the title of that nursery song again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113336429322068000?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113336429322068000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113336429322068000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/ulcers-in-my-mouth.html' title='Ulcers in My Mouth'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113336768694969500</id><published>2005-11-30T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:21:27.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptown Girls</title><content type='html'>So I just watched Uptown Girls. On dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it in the movies like wad...2 yrs back? and i still love love love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still cried as much. It's so sad and it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Dakota Fanning is like super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy. I wish i could just get sucked into the screen and pinch her pinch-able cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kids should just stop growin and stay cute. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine what dakota fanning will look like when she grows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like the young barrymore who is so so so friggin adorable and it isnt all that great for her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kids should stop growin and preserve their cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's something abt kids tt i so love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont exactly know wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's their teeth. their cute little small teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. it must be their teeth then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i say goodnight, wanna say congrats congrats (to us) wuhauhaua to all the honoured people in the rolling honoury - Jiahui, Meihui, Becky and Jessline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class grabbed all the spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent we such thieves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better go before i sprout more nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see pancake in like...12 hours...to do her thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eh...it's not like she is appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i dont think i like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113336768694969500?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113336768694969500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113336768694969500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/uptown-girls.html' title='Uptown Girls'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113284402347372536</id><published>2005-11-24T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:58:17.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Good news Good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i am not feelin particularly great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the FINALS! for Talentime! Am i cool or wad???? &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wuhauuaahuaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to Sabby and James too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pay my tribute to Britney. That i shall do. I promised her. wuhuahuaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to Sabby's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate so much. Yum-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shakirah and Zaidan is like so cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute. And i almost wanted to put Shakirah into my bag when we were leaving the hse. wuhauuaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bloody aizat went to influence Zaidan and he made Zaidan agreed to his false philosophy sayin i am ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. To each his own. And yes i am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aizat racist la. wuhauuaua. He kept asking zaidan whether i am chinese or malay and Z kept sayin i am Chinese even though i am speakin to him in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are cute cute cute. And wheee. I got to carry them. I love carryin little kids. wuhauauhaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so i just did this quiz: &lt;em&gt;Are you Trying to be Too Perfect?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Are you sure you want to go there? Aren't you living with an uneasy combination of always being exhausted and never feeling as if you've done enough? The results you've already gotten have convinced you that perfection is possible. It's not....."accept the fact that there's simply no time in the world to rotate your tires, grow fresh herbs, change the air-conditioning filters, work all the major muscle groups, plan your financial future and liberally apply sunscreen every time you leave the house. At least not if you're going to insist on sleeping." ...Raise them for what really matters and you'll learn how to put your own happiness at the top of the list. You'll learn to love the life you already have and the you that you already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ANd i am quite tired of life now actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I just realised why i was so stong abt singing&lt;em&gt; Fall to Pieces&lt;/em&gt; when i really really wanted to sing &lt;em&gt;Things I'll Never Say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cuz the lyrics makes sense to me. Right now. Every single line. Especially the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall To Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You try to sayT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;he things that you can't undo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I had my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today's the dayI pray that we make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Make it through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You bring me back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Back under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Back into your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wanna know everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chorus&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/9655139-113284402347372536?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113284402347372536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113284402347372536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113275995734176695</id><published>2005-11-23T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T07:32:37.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>liars.</title><content type='html'>Just when i am about to start feelin happy and starting somethin new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i find liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know who i can trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i am crushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113275995734176695?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113275995734176695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113275995734176695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/liars.html' title='liars.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113275602729041681</id><published>2005-11-23T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T07:26:27.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before i start. Did i mention i fell yesterday? while doin the "kungfu" fightin with JY? it's damn lmao lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i scrapped both my knees. But the right knee's worse. I can see like the muscle and it's like watery and stuff. ouch ouch ouch. pain pain pain. hope it doesnt leave a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was coolness seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabby rocked! Rock to the max! yeah man. Go Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the microphone problems, Sabby was awesome awesome awesome. Congrats Yoyoder/Peas-er/sister! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think i did okay. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was super suprised like 15 min before the performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark called and said that he was in SP. And then he reached SB like ten min later and i was like...what the hell. He actually came amidst his crisis with his dad's hospitalization and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so touch. sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna say thank u thank u thank u to my beloved beloved classmates who cheered. So so so so touch. and everyone else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for bearing with my voice. wuhuauhuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank Zul too for playin the guitar. It was super last minute and yet he was able to learn the chords. Genius la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got home like super early...like at 2pm. Bought lunch from downstairs. And watch tv. And i was surfin thru the channels, the daily Spanish Show on RTM 2 is still playin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i called Debbie Deb Deb to play bball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she came all the way to my house and we played at the court. coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i played bball was like more than a year ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 7.15 we stopped playin and i sent Deb to the bus stop and being the very obedient daughter, stopped by the laundry shop to pick up my blankets my mum sent for washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fellow was like, "oh. it's still washin." and he friggin couldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, "u stated the date for collection as 22nd. so it shud be ready by now right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ultimately furious. and i sounded...i dunno...scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy just grinned sheepishly and his wife looked slightly scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud have scared them by saying "i can sue u all for breach of contract."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so tonight, i shall freeze to death again. no blankets. i mean it's at the laundry shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do beavers hibernate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113275602729041681?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113275602729041681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113275602729041681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/talentime.html' title='Talentime.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113266244377737699</id><published>2005-11-22T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T05:35:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Stressed~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was super stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And then it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And now i am stressed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So Sunday was a turmoil for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Went to work and realised that i have to do stock taking. It's an annual thing and it can be fun at first but it gets tedious and annoying especially if u did a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So i had to arranged the shop's code with the supplier's code with 3 different set of items. And each set there were like 50 or 60 of them. &lt;em&gt;Pek chek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ANd then i had to count postcards. Counted 1700++ postcards altogether. And even had to double check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My mind was spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So it was physically draining. And it added on to my mental strain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was practically on the verge of breaking down. Had that familiar feeling; where i feel like i wanna throw up and my mind was spinning. But my aunt was in the shop and i dont&lt;br /&gt;want to appear sick and stuff cuz i know she had a lot of work to do so i pretended to be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And it was bad. Still had the feeling of distaste in my head. When i learnt that that someone lied to me. Straight to my face. And spread rumours and untrue stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And my eyes were really droopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ANd then i was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And now i am stressed all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;About tomorrow though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So audition is at 1pm. But so and so happens that Ryan has to leave school by 12 cuz of some cocktail party. And so i am tryin to push up my timing. But the bloody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;schedule-r&lt;/em&gt; has yet to reply me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So now i am .... broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Haha. I have to get over it once and for all. I am so friggin nervous just by thinkin abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And i dont really have a back up plan except that Zul &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; be playing for me if Ryan has to go off. But then again, i just sent him the song and he has yet to practise the chords and i have yet to practise with anyone; be it ryan or zul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is friggin last minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and this shall not happen for an MPP event. I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;wuhuauauha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So now I have no idea what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I want and I need to get into the finals. Cuz that is when i can do my tribute to Britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I mean i am like a big big fan of Avril and i love love love Britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So i'll pay my tribute to Avril tml and tt's left with Britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And i want Britney to have a grand tribute. Cuz i love Britney more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okayy maybe i am not makin any sense but that is how i see it. wuhauhuauaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And what if i &lt;em&gt;chao-sia&lt;/em&gt; (is tt the way u spell?) tml? Damn embarrassin la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For all i care, i may go acapella tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naw.&lt;/em&gt; Just kidding. I wont do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So i am now praying and prayin that Zul is smart smart smart smart and will be able to learn the chords tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nice he is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So wish me luck ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;fell down just now. wuhauauhaa. hilarious la. was playing kungfu fighting with Jy. and she took my slippers and i ran after her and i fell. she fell too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;funny. and there was this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ulu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in jy's words) teacher and she suddenly say "media students right?" wow. see through we are. wuhauhuauaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so now my right knee is in pain. esp if it gets in contact with water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;reminded me of my childhood. like how i used to get into fights and run around and play catching and play with boys and everything. nostalgic. but it was fun. and crazy. and wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;speaking of boys. Sheng just told me he stepped on a snail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;OH NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Poor snails. I love snails. tt's why i dont eat them. I think they are interesting creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even though he did it accidentally...still! the sound of the snail cracking....owww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;poor snail. i'm sorry on Sheng's behalf k. i will crack his bones tml. i promise. wuhauuaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113266244377737699?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113266244377737699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113266244377737699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/stressed.html' title='~Stressed~'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113241341064740980</id><published>2005-11-19T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:16:50.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday + Debbie Deb Deb</title><content type='html'>So Jeshulyn and Sonia bailed out on the Peace concert. &lt;em&gt;Bish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met up with Debbie Deb Deb at Marslling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was like raining and Mark said it was an open concert on the grass and stuff and i was like thinking oh whatever. I dont even know how in the world to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went shopping. Wanted to go town but figured it will be damn crowded and both of us were in town last night (not together though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Junction 8 it is. Been a long time since i went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had Mc straight away! wheeee. &lt;em&gt;love love love&lt;/em&gt; McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had this Chicken Teppanyaki burger or something and i was like...ewwww. And being the nice person Debra is, we switched burgers. wuhauhauuaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i had Double Cheeseburger. Again. &lt;em&gt;Love love love&lt;/em&gt; double cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was shopping. And we tried on dresses. i think the sales assistant was like annoyed with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a black eyed peas bag.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; in green&lt;/span&gt;. my favourite colour. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we talked non-stop. it was just nice. someone to talk to. and i think i talked and talked and talked about Mark. and she approves. Of me goin out with him. wuhauhauau. which dont usually happen. so coolness. maybe this is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my phone died like at 7.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i got home, there was Mark's msg. He used 4 msges into one and they were filled with &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113241341064740980?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113241341064740980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113241341064740980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-debbie-deb-deb.html' title='Saturday + Debbie Deb Deb'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113236101622431124</id><published>2005-11-19T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:32:37.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nice outfit. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nice teeth. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;height. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;size. &lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;cologne. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;attitude. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;good english. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okay looking. &lt;em&gt;check.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and it was perfect. well. yeah. close enough. it was such a great evening. it was better than i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and he is just so sweet and funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and those sweaty palms! lmao. and he had a very cute explanation for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and he offered me his arm. i almost melted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;okayy. i'll start from beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i was 45 min late. yepp. was supposed to meet Mark at 7 but i reached at 745. wuhauhauuaa. dont blame me. there was a jam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Swensens. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And he pulled out the chair for me. Sweetness. But tt's not uncommon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And then we came across this doodle bear and whatever it is and Mark wrote "Sharina is...." okayy i cant rmb the last description but it said sweet or somethin. But still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And i think he's got nice handwriting. Bonus points!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottomline.&lt;/strong&gt; It was great. Just great. Maybe he's not the most good-lookin guy i've been out with. But he is one of the sweetest. The night was rather perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and i am still smiling. &lt;em&gt;*grins from ear to ear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And another happy news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So got home yesterday and i half expected my mum to scream at me and get mad and all. But my mum wasnt home so i went straight to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I didnt really wanna face anything bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Woke up this morning and mummy talked to me as per normal. I am so relieved. And happy. She wasnt mad. Instead I saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;right through her eyes and into her soul. She was glad i was back. And I know my mum did miss me while i was away. But i miss her more. And honestly, life's miserable without my mum.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad everything's good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I mean, every year, we will have this huge fight. It's like inevitable. Every year. And it's really bad. My mum will be shoutin and I will be screaming and threatens and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh well. It's not that abnormal. That's what u get when u put two hot-tempered women together. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And more happy news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Debbie Deb Deb just msged me a couple of hours ago and she announced that A's are over! wheeee&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so excited. We have so much to catch up upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And yay. She said she may go to the Peace concert as well. Awesome awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gosh. I miss her. It's been so long since i last saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am happy happy happy. &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/9655139-113236101622431124?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113236101622431124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113236101622431124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfect-evening.html' title='Perfect Evening.'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113219101951264531</id><published>2005-11-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:48:20.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week's update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ah. finally finally i can touch a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was frigging madness. It was like Sonia and I both had the laughing gas. There we were saying "wow" to andrew's transparency at the same time and at the same tone. And then drinking water at the same time to Mr Chin and his fantasy and i dunno what else....it was just &lt;em&gt;lmao-y.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laughin is good cuz it helps to take ur mind off things. Things that you pretend is not happening. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was time to face the new groups. It was okay. I am contented. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;And i shall apologise to Sonia for &lt;em&gt;blasting&lt;/em&gt; water at her. My bad. Truely. But i find it damn hilarious. wuhauhauauuaau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i am Fergie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after taking the train to school for 3 mornings and taking train home for 3 days, i realised that train people are not as well-mannered. First, they push and push. And they do weird things. Like stare. Or dig their noses. Or sit down beside me and open up their newspaper till their fist almost hit my face. And whatever other weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Heavens!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont really like taking trains. cuz everyone morning, on the way to school, i could feel those tears stinging my eyes. And once in a while, one tear will roll down my cheeks and i will try to control the rest but to no avail. So another will roll down and there will be a scream in my head saying &lt;em&gt;"Stop it Sharina. Just stop it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone just stepped into my life. And the perfect time. I mean, that was the last thing i expected. And the fact that we got along so well is like a bonus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all this midst of my life crisis (which i really haf no idea how to proceed from here and life sucks but i gotta face it cuz i am too old to run away from problems but that's what i did and now i am stuck) there he was to lift me up. It's too complicated but i am glad. I think it's a God-send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Things always happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113219101951264531?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113219101951264531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113219101951264531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/weeks-update.html' title='week&apos;s update'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113162757297661545</id><published>2005-11-10T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:05:30.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-hate-myself post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;How do you say "i want a break up" without hurting that someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;the thing is you cant and that is why i hate relationships. cuz someone is bound to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and that is the last thing i wanna do - hurt someone. and i dont like it. i dont like it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It didnt really take me much of an effort to say "i think we've had enough and i think the best solution is a break" last time. but to think of sayin it now, i am made to feel guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;why i dont know. hopefully, the reason is cuz i am more mature and i have more empathy. and hopefully the reason is not because i still have feelings or anythin of that sort. cuz given the person that i am, i just ...i dunno, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;one who is commitment-phobic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and i am ashamed to say this but i have to face the fact - one who cheats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;yeah. that's me. i always deny that very fact but now i think i am too old to run away from admitting that. Gosh i hate myself sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;maybe cuz i believe i am still very young and i have that carefree lifestyle where boys come and go and i like things to be of no strings attached so that i can jump from one to another. seriously i have no idea what the hell i am thinkin but i do know that relationships are at the bottom of my agenda. sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so, Just Like Heaven is a nice nice nice movie. almost cried but i told myself not too. Tears were springin to my eyes like three times. goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And i think Mark Ruffalo (i think tt's the name of the lead actor) looks like Aaron but i didnt dare tell him that just now. it's just funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and i was feeling all off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and the sorethroat is not helpin. suck. suck. suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and jimi aint helping either. i just cant stay away from that guy. there's just somethin about him that aaron doesnt have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i shud be straightforward and i shall tell him. i know it's gonna be a blow. i've never been on the receiving end but i know it sucks to get...&lt;em&gt;dump.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and there's another whole issue which i cant say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sometimes, all i wanna do is be honest to myself. but i am friggin chicken and sometimes i just cant face the truth. i just am not brave enough. it's stupid but i feel like i am runnin away from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Domino was great. Keira Knightley rocks. Gone is her clean image. And Aizat was .... - &lt;em&gt;let's use a big word&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;strong&gt; exhilarated&lt;/strong&gt; to see so many breasts. wuhauhauuaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;shud have seen his face when i said "Keira Knightley exposed her breasts" yesterday before buyin the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;so it was all ryan + sonia + jy + aizat + me yesterday. where ryan replaced sabby for that few hours. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;since it has been a while since i last blogged &lt;em&gt;(okayy i just used "since" twice), &lt;/em&gt;i shall make this entry slightly longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;okay&lt;em&gt;. i know&lt;/em&gt;. tt doesnt make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So the dance category for the talentime is open. hooray hooray &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;sometimes i wish i am back in secondary school where i get the freedom of stage. where me and my four other mates graced the stage. where me and my four other mates rocked the stage. where me and my four other mates loved the stage. where me and my four other mates felt the stage. as if it was our third home. second for me, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snap back to reality&lt;/strong&gt;. still, i miss those moments. miss it much. miss it too much that it brought tears to my eyes sometimes. i shall not get all too emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and my bloody sorethroat. it's a sign. positive or negative i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and i know i will regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;but it takes two hands to clap. and i am the only one clapping. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113162757297661545?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113162757297661545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113162757297661545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-myself-post.html' title='i-hate-myself post'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113121086672992541</id><published>2005-11-06T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:14:26.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Among all the hustle and bustle of school, i totally forgot abt Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good. The celebration. First day it was like all the immediate family members just gathering. cousins and uncles and aunties. not many though. but it was just as noisy. u can have 3 ppl talkin and it feels like 10 ppl are holding a conversation at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no surprise. things like that happen. and it was funny. everyone talking at the top of their lungs just to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with my mum and my youngest aunt (aunt anna) in the picture, there were eruptions of laughter. (okay, this phrase sounds wrong but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to my cousin's party today. and again, the second family gathering. so the place was like super rowdy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while waiting for everything to be prepared, i was just seatin around daydreaming, i think. and then my cousin asked for my phone and i absent-mindedly passed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 5 seconds later i was like uh-oh. my phone. and there he was sitting beside me readin all the messages in the inbox. correction. reading all the messages sent by guys in the inbox. and he looked super serious. i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me who is this. and i wanted to grabbed the phone out from his hand but he was like super strong la - grabbing both my hands with his right hand and i was like screaming and screaming and then i gave up. so i had no choice but to cross my fingers and hope he wouldnt say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he kept askin &lt;em&gt;who is this who is this who is this. like 5 times&lt;/em&gt;. i had no choice but just to give a nervous laughter and said &lt;em&gt;oh just a fren.&lt;/em&gt; but obviously the messages say otherwise. and he kept askin me &lt;em&gt;who's jimi&lt;/em&gt;. and i was like &lt;em&gt;nawww noone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he went to the kitchen and i heard the word "sms" and "mat-salleh (angmoh in malay)" and God-knows-what. i could have died there and then. and thank goodness my mum went out to buy him the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously i was angry. i mean tt's like invading my privacy. but i think it's just my cousin being protective of me. maybe he knows guys are like bastards and he doesnt want anything to happen to me or whatsoever. he's 20 and we used to grow up together and he doesnt have a sister so i guess he treats me as one. and he always has though he dont really show it. just like that time in JB where we walked one whole big round just to find my chicklets and he didnt complain or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came along my cousin's friends. there were like 20 of them la. 2 girls and the rest guys. and i saw two cute guys. wuhauhauuhaa. and i was shy so i just sat around quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum and aunt anna were the entertainers. it's &lt;strong&gt;outrageous&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you. my aunt pretended to be a reporter from some magazine and kept asking all the guys questions like where you stay and stuff. &lt;em&gt;flirt flirt flirt&lt;/em&gt;. yes my 38-yr-old aunt anna who has a husband and 3 girls. it's super funny la. and there my mum crackin some jokes and being sarcastic to aunt anna. and when some of them were goin off, my aunt anna slapped one guy's back and say "ok la. see u again" in a melodious tone. it's so lmao. and calling this guy handsome and that guy handsome and askin my cousin's fren to sit beside her when taking a grp photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just them being friendly and trying to make other ppl laugh. &lt;em&gt;hilariously hilarious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get to play with my 5 yr old cousin and she kept pinching my nose. like pinch and then press down my nose and then pinch again. i think it's retribution for pinchin sonia's nose multiple times yesterday. wuahuahuahauua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 green packets. wuhauhaauuaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never gotten so few in my whole life. but it's okay. i didnt go to the extended side of the family and green packets dont really mean much to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird cuz i used to love love love them. haha. maybe it's just me being more grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;and school tml. and for me, it's the official start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, here i come. &lt;em&gt;right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113121086672992541?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113121086672992541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113121086672992541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113112934534696263</id><published>2005-11-05T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:02:28.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Whatever Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So VJ Colby is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cute. I repeat, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cute. I saw him on tv and i was like okayy so i thought i would give him a chance thinking that he may look cuter in real life or whatsoever but noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the MTV Whatever Things party was okayy. Not good but not bad either. Well, at least it is something new and got to go to an Mtv party is at least somethin heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope Sonia didnt regret going. wuhauhaahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. so we had a drink. it's called housepour. and it comes in many flavours. and i have no idea what the hell i was actually drinking.  i think sonia didnt too. wuhauhauua. we are like so clueless la. and all i know is my drink was stronger than sonia's. &lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And i wasnt drunk ok. i am &lt;em&gt;perfecto&lt;/em&gt;-ly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*rewinds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;started the day with laughter with sonia at FC 6. it's damn freaky yet funny. all the mirror images.  super weird yet super cool. we are sooooo telepathic. imagine two people taking a drink at the same time and the same way (and it did not only happened once!) + placing cutlery similarly + touchin our hair at the same tine + the giggles. lmao lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;lectures were okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and sonia had many bloopers today. "&lt;em&gt;i hitted you&lt;/em&gt;." what kind of english is that?? wuhauhauuaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh! not to mention the &lt;em&gt;whoosh &lt;/em&gt;incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So sonia and i were on our way back from gems and we passed this classroom with this guy with a machine and the machine was blowing really strong wind and we were passing by and then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOSH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;we were like &lt;em&gt;whoaaaaa. what the hell was that&lt;/em&gt;. and there we went into our giggling fits. it was like ....took us by surprise. damn funny la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and had kfc. and then shop a lil at town. aizat sharina sonia. (in alphabetical order ok.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and all of us bought stuff and aizat is rich cuz he bought a lot of things. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and thanks aizat for bringin home our stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then the party. then long john. and i still havent fathom why sonia kept laughing at me. &lt;strong&gt;I dont like it when people laugh at me ok&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;entender? gracias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i think she's mad. maybe she's the drunk one. wuhauhauuaua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;then home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and another party tml. it's 3. i shall slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113112934534696263?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113112934534696263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113112934534696263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/mtv-whatever-things.html' title='MTV Whatever Things'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113091986328522086</id><published>2005-11-02T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:58:31.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festive Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Hari Rayaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am i excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not too sure. I think i am rather neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it always happen every celebration, be it Hari Raya or Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;And after 18 years, i realized why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inter-racial marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mum's Javanese. So we celebrate Hari Raya. My dad having being a non-Muslim for 30 years, is not that all excited abt Hari Raya; i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And my mum is not really into Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so every Hari Raya, i'm with my mum and every Chinese New Year, i'm with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i dont feel excited abt the festive holidays. It's incomplete. We're incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it's sad. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, the whole of POwer Peas went Queensway just now. Yayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally. It's been so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and it was great. Being the people we are, we are like talking to all the shop-keepers there. Is that wad they are called? Shop-keepers? OKayy la..i will be nice and call them sales assistant. But that sounds so girly...wuhauauhahua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Aizat is a MAT! wuhauahuaaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yes! my period finallly finally came. wuhauhauuhaua. i was rather...apprehensive cuz it was suppose to come at the end of the month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did i just type down my period cycle? lmao. okayy i am too lazy to erase it and anyways, if i am being emo this period of time, u know why. :P&lt;br /&gt;But i am not really affected by it la. The mood swings i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So much food at home! My mum is crazy la. I think she practically bought the whole of Geylang! That's my mum. Mummy who loves to overspend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ANd my dad who loves to underspend / buy things just right. I dont get it. I wonder where i stand. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh and I am back in SDFTV. Good in the long run, bad in the short run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder abt tuesdays tho...how ar. I end at 6 and the rest ends at 4. Now i am the odd one out and not Jiaying. wuhauauhuhaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay la. My stomach hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont wanna go school in friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. School this week is like so redundant lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy hols peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i'lltellyoumydirtylittlesecret.donttellme.dirtylittlesecretttt* *wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113091986328522086?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113091986328522086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113091986328522086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/festive-season.html' title='Festive Season'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113085797634809071</id><published>2005-11-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:24:07.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali</title><content type='html'>So today was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than i expected i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Sonia and JY for our Power Peas Day. (Will.I.Am and Taboo couldnt make it. &lt;em&gt;bish&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Square and ateeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to see furniture and Jy and i were like droolin over the sofas. Well, not drooling la...but we did adore some of them. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And before that we went to see wedding dresses and the catalogues. Something different yes. And Sonia and JY laughed at my Chinese! how could they!! MEAN GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sonia and Jy kept laughing at my ponytail. What the hell is wrong with them. It's not even funny lar. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont like it when people laugh at me okayyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the train....halfway thru our journey...and since it was tuesday...a whole of you&lt;em&gt;-kn0w-what,&lt;/em&gt; as sonia puts it - bombarded the train and soon enuf the whole carriage were quite filled with them. And they were all standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my way out of the MRT station, two angmoh guys approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oOOo. Hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like truly. Duke and dunno-what-his-name. So complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since i was headin toward Holland V, we walked there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they asked for directions anyway. &lt;em&gt;Correction&lt;/em&gt;. They asked &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; for directions. wuhauhauhauhua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked from the Mrt Station and I learnt they are Germans and they are studyin at NTU and they are goin Holland V to have dinner. At 9.30. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was talkin to Duke for the first quarter of the journey and totally ignored the other guy. I mean Duke is like so hot la. Tall with the kind of hair i so loved...oh that fringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what-his-name took over Duke's place and he started talkin to me. And i realised this guy is cute. Those amazing eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shook hands and what-his-name had sweaty palms. wuhauuahua. And Duke has...i dunno. ... nice hands? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i made a u-turn and shamelessly asked to take a photo with them. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click. Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOtally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the holiday mood. And i am so not payin attention in school. i will next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113085797634809071?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113085797634809071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113085797634809071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepavali.html' title='Deepavali'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113068824559425717</id><published>2005-10-31T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:48:06.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School starts in 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah right&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bloody tired. And i cant slp. I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall do this out of boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band / Clique Name: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power Peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constitutes of: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aizat, Sabarina, Sharina &amp;amp; Sonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aizat - Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;Sabby - Taboo&lt;br /&gt;Sharina - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;Sonia - A.P.L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest Member: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goh Jia Ying Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jy - logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that we have powers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from psychic powers - &lt;em&gt;strongest on Tuesdays&lt;/em&gt; - here are our distributions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aizat - Earth&lt;br /&gt;Sabby - Fire&lt;br /&gt;JY - Heart&lt;br /&gt;Sonia and Sharina - still debating between who is wind and who is water but i believe sharina is having the head on wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas Day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas Place: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks near Borders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas colours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas' Sayings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aizat: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Howie Day...Natalie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;JY: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabby: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I dont like it when people laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sonia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I dont have a tagline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas Book: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Book Of Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is there anything else to add??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113068824559425717?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113068824559425717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113068824559425717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-peas.html' title='Power Peas'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655139.post-113042594586705106</id><published>2005-10-27T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:12:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just dyed</title><content type='html'>It has been raining since 9. At least the rain subside. It was raining so so heavily as if the rain was really angry and there were flashes of lightning and thunder every like one minute.&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of the rain plattering on the windows and what-have-they was so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paralyzed for 15 min on the couch. And it didnt help that i was all alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to BSB Millenium Cd. So nostalgic. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day pretty roughly. Called up the Novena furniture and they said "oh no. ur delivery will be on monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was like "what. nonononononono."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said they will check if they can send tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad the freak la. Overdue for two weeks exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. AJ's voice is so low and so unique. Erm. OK back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mum called them from her workplace and then she called me and said "WHy u told them to send tml?? They are suppose to send today!! And the indian lady on the phone said they wanna send today but u said u will be out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was i fuming. That bloody receptionist put words in my mouth. Blast off la. Freak-er. I would rather get it over and done with. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i went to the salon to do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there i was deciding and deciding which shade of brown. I wanted one which is not too light but where there will be a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hairdresser told me to pick that one so yea, she shud know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super bored while waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something super funny happened and i almost burst out laughing. Like&lt;em&gt; LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was washin off the dye of my haid and then....ok this is embarrassing....wuhauhaaua.&lt;br /&gt;So she kept rubbing my upper forehead to get rid of the dye stains. And she said, "hmmm. Is tt dye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was quite confused and then i realised that she meant my birthmark which happened to be brown as well. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which the trimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which the treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she wrapped my hair, i almost burst out laughin again. I looked like the lighter version of Erykah Badhu. wuhauuauhahauau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And down goes the steamer and i felt like i am wearin an oversized helmet. And i sniggered. wuhauuahauauaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...till now, i dont really know whether i like the colour or not. Or the length. At some point i love the length and at another, i find it too short. And I am not sure whether i got the right brown shade that i wanted though i think i did not cuz it's wayyy lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just confused today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had some extra money and i thought it wont hurt to get some small stuff from the supermarket. Bought 4 bars of snickers. What the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bag of popcorn. One bag of potato chips. One twisties. One pack of Famous Amos cookies. A box of mints. bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought groceries over twenty dollars. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd now i am left with two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice work Sharina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655139-113042594586705106?l=moore-outrageous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113042594586705106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655139/posts/default/113042594586705106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moore-outrageous.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-dyed.html' title='just dyed'/><author><name>Sharina Bynes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05731347505593497047</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></entry></feed>
