<?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-5435281</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:35:05.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile =)</title><subtitle type='html'>lardeedar~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111968205084145912</id><published>2005-06-25T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:47:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the girl who used to live here doesn't live here anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111968205084145912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111968205084145912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111968205084145912' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111683473904291159</id><published>2005-05-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:04:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Instructions:1) Cut and paste this meme onto your blog.2) Bold whatever is true of you.I can decently speak more than three languages. I can speak my dialect. I live with my grandparents.I've never cross-dressed before. I personally know someone who died/was hospitalised of SARS. I had SARS.I don't know how to play mahjong.-tried learnin but failed terriblyI don't know how to play Blackjack.-what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111683473904291159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111683473904291159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111683473904291159' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111678073431862493</id><published>2005-05-23T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:52:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when we sing a song or play some music, we cannot forget that the music doesn't ever die; although we stop hearing it, the sound waves travel far and wide, and lives forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111678073431862493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111678073431862493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111678073431862493' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111651823795880575</id><published>2005-05-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:57:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>problems oh problemshow irritating and troublesomegossips and rumours and talksscary how truth distortssometimes we should just let golet things flowsit back and see it as a showforget the sorrows and the woeschill.and really,just let it go.shttrdhrt-*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111651823795880575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111651823795880575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651823795880575' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111638028057288660</id><published>2005-05-18T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:38:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sit down and think about it. When was the last time you told someone you were busy? An hour ago when you had to push away that lunch appointment? Yesterday when a friend asked you out for coffee? Chances are, you've most probably said it at least once within the last three days to someone, when you really weren't that busy. Now some of us are really caught up with the pressures of work or school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111638028057288660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111638028057288660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111638028057288660' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111613452646911198</id><published>2005-05-15T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:22:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so bored.sick of schoolcant wait for june to come!cant wait for hols to come!AHH! STREET FEST! =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111613452646911198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111613452646911198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111613452646911198' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111594855456287295</id><published>2005-05-13T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:42:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing's goin on righteverythin's a messi got so much work to do and they're pilin higher.damn i havent prac fo so longi wanted to go home early today but look what happened!some dumb compo shit till 5. arghcant wait for 1 june. argh.i just wanna scream my lungs outand run away from my screwed up lifecan i pon life?yes/no?shtrdhrt-*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111594855456287295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111594855456287295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111594855456287295' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111509576357954120</id><published>2005-05-03T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:50:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: August 21Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111509576357954120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111509576357954120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509576357954120' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111422043021961561</id><published>2005-04-23T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:40:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so painful to see how people try SO hard to be everyones friendcos they think popularity is a good thingoh its cool being popular. oh i want the world to know me.oh whatever.whatever whatever!!!.unfortunately my school's FILLED with this kinda ppltryin ta socialise and be Mr and Miss Popular 24/7dont they get tired at all?and in the process of socialisin they hurt other pplwith their words and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111422043021961561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111422043021961561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111422043021961561' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111413557329675464</id><published>2005-04-22T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T10:06:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I pray you'll be our eyesAnd watch us where we goAnd help us to be wiseIn times when we don't knowLet this be our prayerAs we go our wayLead us to a placeGuide us with yourGraceTo a place where we'll be safeLa luce che tu daiI pray we'll find your lightNel cuore resteraAnd hold it in our heartsA ricordarci cheWhen stars go out each nightL'eterna stella seiNella mia preghieraLet this be our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111413557329675464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111413557329675464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111413557329675464' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111365811899948621</id><published>2005-04-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:28:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you like the desert miss the rainbut all that's in your eyes is..tryin hard to smile at everyonewhen all i feel like doin's justrunnin towards the railinand hoppin overyou are my sunshinemy only sunshineyou make me happywhen skies are greyyou'll never know dearhow much i love youplease dont take my sunshine awayeternal sunshinesou desu ne?why dont things go as i want them to?and i still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111365811899948621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111365811899948621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111365811899948621' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111335749966819977</id><published>2005-04-13T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:29:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but i feel so depressed and alone nowi dont like school cos everyone wears a maski dont like lessons cos the teachers just gimme scoldins for not doin workor producin triplications of a summaryor not handin in essays due a month agoor not handin in worksheets due 2 weeks agodamn i hate my lifelife is a bitch, just fuck it.stairway to heaven.it's a miracleyou gotta see to believe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335749966819977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335749966819977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111335749966819977' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111335735027151955</id><published>2005-04-13T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:55:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's essential is invisible to the eyeand is what's important really all that important?what do you deem important?a day is important not cos it's thursdaythursday is important because of what u do on thursdaytherefore thursday IS important after allcos i'm goin sessionin on thursday!ooh THURSDAY!OMG that's tomorrow =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335735027151955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335735027151955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111335735027151955' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111335723277745875</id><published>2005-04-13T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:53:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you; you are my only one.On a lighter note, isn't it amazing that in a lifetime, everyone would meet someone incredibly special they will never forget? It doesn't have to be a first love or anything of that sort, it could just be a friend. Although, this friend wouldn't be 'just' a friend to you, but someone with a special place in your heart. How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335723277745875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111335723277745875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111335723277745875' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111313676412621687</id><published>2005-04-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:39:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, it is the  realization of how much you already have."When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times  we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but  it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111313676412621687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111313676412621687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111313676412621687' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111306057501832970</id><published>2005-04-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:29:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Dream as if you live forever, live as if you die today."very true indeed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111306057501832970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111306057501832970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306057501832970' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111306029837924423</id><published>2005-04-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:24:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i blog pretty regularly now..do i?once every 1 or 2 weekspretty regular, ain't it? =Pyst's session was good.GREAT, in fact!so many achievements!and i got a teacher! X)LOLooh finally can do a handstandand pak taught me the handstand falling techniquesheheh and he finally made me overcome my fear..of...the floor?the fall?what was i scared of?nothin!stupid me, it was fear of the unknown.maybe cos of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111306029837924423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111306029837924423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306029837924423' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111137903173411594</id><published>2005-03-21T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:08:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>breaking is a drug.it makes you forgetmakes you highno hungerthirst for moregains with painthere's no need to pose,if u know what i mean.there's no meaning in it,if its for others to see.for yourself,for your soul.make it your own.don't stop---oohlala seems like there're 2 bboys in rj.dehui and kiathow cool's that =)stupid eekipoo cheat mehe aint a bboydamn, just another poseuras usual.like i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111137903173411594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111137903173411594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111137903173411594' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111123737057486919</id><published>2005-03-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T21:02:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The real and the fake, the truth and the lies, what's essential is invisible to the eye."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111123737057486919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111123737057486919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123737057486919' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-111000289415303027</id><published>2005-03-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:09:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poets often use many wordsto say a simple thingit takes thought and time and rhymeto make a poem singwith music and words that i've been playingfor you i have written a songto be sure that you'll know what I'm sayingI'll translate as I go alongfly me to the moonand let me play among the starslet me see what spring is like on Jupiter and MarsIn other words, please be true!in other words, baby kiss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111000289415303027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/111000289415303027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111000289415303027' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-110066950954734079</id><published>2004-11-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T13:31:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh life kinda sucks. revolves around work and work and MORE work. =/ so bored of my life. yesterday tis funny thought came up to me and till now i've been like in a trance. pretty weird. quite inspirational but yeah, weird.what's e meanin of my life actually? i dont know. it's quite pointless actually. but then so what if i die? i don't get nothin outta it too. i dont know what i'm here for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/110066950954734079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/110066950954734079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066950954734079' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-109687378961955980</id><published>2004-10-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:09:49.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you can also contribute by educating your kids about the good things in hip hop culture, teaching THEM to break, being the kind of parents who lets the other kids hang out at YOUR home after school and is there for them to talk to.You lose a lot of the ego driven mania as you learn to love and nurture - you don't need the same kind of attention, instead , it becomes about being there for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109687378961955980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109687378961955980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109687378961955980' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-109623951969631531</id><published>2004-09-27T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T06:58:39.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I do not intend to tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death."-Christina Aguilera</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109623951969631531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109623951969631531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109623951969631531' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-109573497311236283</id><published>2004-09-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:49:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sian. nothing todo. cant wait fo prelims to be over.aye how do u do handstand w/o da walllll???i need a breakin teacher!!!!tsk.ma 6step's so weird. sighsighsigh~. -_-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109573497311236283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109573497311236283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109573497311236283' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-109512980658321020</id><published>2004-09-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T10:43:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woooo. my blog is so dead. good that no one visits me though. cos i write so much crap. in fact, everythin's crap.argh i'm so fed up w ma life now. exams, exams n moreeeeeeeee exams. feel like dying. tsk.i want a tag board!nownow, how do you do a tagboard????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109512980658321020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/109512980658321020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512980658321020' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-108314046431577976</id><published>2004-04-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T16:24:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Is The Love? What's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own raceThen you only leave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/108314046431577976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/108314046431577976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108314046431577976' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-108208550803907485</id><published>2004-04-16T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:27:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeks. ma blog's so dead. it's rottin. haha dan's such a smart ass.. check out her lyrics..freestyle by: D.Dogg this is itlets dance to the beatwith the MC's, Dj's on the floorI'm sure we wont get damn borednow lets start from freestylin'people in the house start rappin'dont' be lame, don't be a shamejust spit out what you got to get famecan't get enough of freestylin'?then lets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/108208550803907485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/108208550803907485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208550803907485' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-107787528759965696</id><published>2004-02-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T17:50:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow... i haven't been here for ages!!!! listenin to the Grammy cd now.. it's v nice!just took up breakin lessons.. it's sooo fun! just got back O level chinese results today.. got A1!!oh and i just thought of a new aspiration - to be a model student!! hahahahagtg tada~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/107787528759965696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/107787528759965696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107787528759965696' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106807673233615996</id><published>2003-11-06T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T07:58:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is yoyo's stupid prob.. make me sit there when so many ppl are walkin past and talk.. she think her voice v soft is it! whole day only think of herself.. can't she just spare a thought for others.. selfish peeeggg! even if everythin she says make sense.. so what.. she doesn't hafta insult me! i hate her!!!!!!!!!ugh. tml's o level chinese. how arh. i hope i dont get below b3 if not hafta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106807673233615996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106807673233615996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807673233615996' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106733091327437320</id><published>2003-10-28T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T16:48:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate studying i hate studying i hate studying!!!!!! argh why should we waste our life doing something we don't have use for and don't likestupid education system sucks as well and the school sucks. i just wanna get away from all these crap. i hate O levels. yeah so what if you get O cert? can go rj and then go university and so what do you learn in the end? nothing much usefuli hate es! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106733091327437320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106733091327437320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733091327437320' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106484861391667766</id><published>2003-09-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:16:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahaha i know who anonymous is alr!!none other than ROLLIN'!!!!!!!oi dont think i'm stupid.. i'm not k. c from e way you talk i know le. but don't worry i don't hate you. i don't hate anyone.. i just love to laugh at your spas "no, no, no-ing" face that's all :Pain't i smart =Dsigh exams suck! 16 more days n counting.. to end of EOYs.. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106484861391667766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106484861391667766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106484861391667766' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106428654172098546</id><published>2003-09-23T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T11:09:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHO E HELL IS ANONYMOUS?????????!!!!!????????? i don't hate anyone lar.. don't b spas..eh youjiang! i updated.. i no time k.. sorry lar :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106428654172098546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106428654172098546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428654172098546' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106118791794428563</id><published>2003-08-18T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T14:25:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is so screwedjust failed a math testi just realised.. tt i've been failing every single test this term.. quite bad.. progress report's coming out soon.. i'm dead. i'l hafta acknowledge myself...end of year's coming in 5 wks time.. i barely started dead man. dun wanna get retained. =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106118791794428563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106118791794428563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118791794428563' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106102895298858540</id><published>2003-08-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:15:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh.. life's so screwed. ARGH. End of years coming in few wks time and guess what i still haven started and my chem and physics are like.. i dont know anything at alllll ssave my life larrrrr i'm so gonna fail everything i needa studyyyyy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106102895298858540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106102895298858540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106102895298858540' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-106065915926674617</id><published>2003-08-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T11:32:39.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes goodbye though it hurts in the heart is the only way for destiny, sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for you and me.. though it's the hardest thing to say,i'll miss your love in every way.so say goodbye...but don't you cry...'cos true love never dies.so bored.. haven blogged for a long time.. mm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106065915926674617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/106065915926674617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106065915926674617' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105841654842743433</id><published>2003-07-17T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T12:35:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit larrrrr.. tt stupid yammy king talking crap beside me now.. hahaa so gay.. wanna laugh but i cant.. mm gtg bell gonna ring soon. yam king is so spas~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105841654842743433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105841654842743433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841654842743433' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105841650941895348</id><published>2003-07-17T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T12:35:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm having ipw now.. sort of like free period cos hahaha we didnt do anything so.. just sit around and slack in com lab..hahaha yeehwee is so spas.. whole day crying..and ACTING CUTE! not cute at all. sigh cant stand her. but she's quite helpful lar. so i shouldnt bitch abt ppl in frt of their face (she's facing me now) =psigh i wanna go out today. but there's bball match to watch.. not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105841650941895348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105841650941895348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841650941895348' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105837482499986204</id><published>2003-07-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T01:00:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. doin my stupid narrative writin now.. it's 12.47a.m. n i barely started.. sigh =Smm i just went to my old webpg.. n looked at e gb.. then i realised.. friends dont stay w you all the time.. as in they change and go.. only true ones stay. quite sad but i guess it's like that.. n i so miss them but they've disappeared n i just hafta pretend that they dont exist anymore.. cos what more can i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105837482499986204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105837482499986204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837482499986204' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105836143181837759</id><published>2003-07-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T21:17:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm this's a very nice poem i readd fm a fwd-ed email..SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105836143181837759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105836143181837759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836143181837759' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105832669355157364</id><published>2003-07-16T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:38:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm huh? how come the ting cant come out!! ?????????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832669355157364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832669355157364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832669355157364' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105832662720891804</id><published>2003-07-16T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:37:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.. ahaha.. i'm bloggin! youjiang! i got blog lar.. just tt i dun do it that often.. cos sometimes i dunno what to write.. eh thanx for linkin me! eh you say sorry for wad?mm dren! we're goin out tml rite..? dun forget arh.. i tink i'll call u tonight to remind you.. cos i cant email cos the sch com's screwed..so sian later got physics.. =S mm gtg! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832662720891804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832662720891804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832662720891804' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105832661827935769</id><published>2003-07-16T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:36:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.. ahaha.. i'm bloggin! youjiang! i got blog lar.. just tt i dun do it that often.. cos sometimes i dunno what to write.. eh thanx for linkin me! eh you say sorry for wad?mm dren! we're goin out tml rite..? dun forget arh.. i tink i'll call u tonight to remind you.. cos i cant email cos the sch com's screwed..so sian later got physics.. =S mm gtg! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832661827935769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105832661827935769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832661827935769' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105797788126630606</id><published>2003-07-12T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T10:44:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bored~sigh chem prac exam just ended. i mean has ended.. i've been sitting in e library for dunno how long le. sigh don't feel like going for cca.. such a waste of my time.. i rather study for my math test than to go there and waste time. i'll prob not do anything much there also. mm we're supp to do our chem proj but then everyone ended up surfing and doing other stuff instead.. haha. but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105797788126630606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105797788126630606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105797788126630606' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105780702674479955</id><published>2003-07-10T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:17:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ehh dren.. nvm i dun tink i'm free on fri cos i hafta go for some listening ting. but sigh can go venezia anot??? like a bit later cos i dun wanna go for cca.. pls pls pls.. eh i cant go into hotmail in sch cos they banned it so sigh sorry cant email u so i just rite wadeva ting here k. eh so how? u call me tonight or sth lar k bye mm i want a new phone!!!!!!! my mom dun wanna get me one cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105780702674479955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105780702674479955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105780702674479955' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105772167847205792</id><published>2003-07-09T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:34:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm. i'm so pissed. n wadeva. am i stupid or what. i actually lost my phone. GREAT!ugh.hahaha dren so farnie. love is a verb not a noun as in. when you luv someone you dun just tell him/her that u love him/her but rather show by ur actions. yahdamn it. e bell just rung. gtg. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105772167847205792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105772167847205792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105772167847205792' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105764015475219346</id><published>2003-07-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T12:55:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love is a verb not a noun. mm.. sth to think abt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105764015475219346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105764015475219346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764015475219346' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105720515446313707</id><published>2003-07-03T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T12:05:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm bored.. having project work lesssson now.. n our report was rejected.. sigh hafta redo it. so ma fani wanna go out lar. whole day got this and that and this and that.. so much stuff to do.. sigh. so many rehearsals.. choir sarks lor.. sometimes i reeli wanna quit my cca.. sigh budden arh.. i'm just dreaming lor cos that's impossible.. but i hate my cca. UGH. irritating. even youth day still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105720515446313707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105720515446313707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105720515446313707' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105704959216257418</id><published>2003-07-01T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T16:53:12.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>machi left today.. sigh so sad.. i was still thinking i could go airport n c them off.. sigh where got people flight at 255 den go at 12 sth wan.. stupid lar. sighi just discovered that dren came back.. so farnie.. just now so sian so i went to look at my gb. den i found out tt she came back.. hmmm.. so today not so bad after all............ i tot today's a bad day. but it is lartoday's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105704959216257418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105704959216257418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105704959216257418' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105668733943880722</id><published>2003-06-27T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T12:15:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh...... quite long nv update my blog.. so stupid in sch library now.. doing youth day stuff hais.. v sianmm SHarNie r00niE!!!! yeah lar my ear closed.. nv infected thou.. i just changed to sticks then v pain cos my hair got caught in it. den my mom saw n made me take out. it closed e next day. sooooooo irritating.. pain can.. i dun wanna pierce again...............................or maybe i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105668733943880722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105668733943880722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668733943880722' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105586106196771006</id><published>2003-06-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T22:44:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh so tired.. so pissed.. my mom just scolded me for coming home late n not tellin her. n not apologizing.. wad crap.. so irritating.. forever naggin.. cos i went to liz's house to do our ipw.. n we finished e whole damn thing can.. complain wad shit lar.. scold den scold.. i listen lorhs.. UGH so bloody irritating.. hafta let her scold me for sth which's not even wrong..GIMME A BREAK!so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105586106196771006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105586106196771006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105586106196771006' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105577388300232978</id><published>2003-06-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T22:31:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>b l        a ck c   o          f f                        e     e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577388300232978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577388300232978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105577388300232978' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105577367483784552</id><published>2003-06-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T22:27:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Nemo! You love to explore you're boundariesand don't like to be stuck at home especiallywith overprotective parents. You're most likelya outgoing person and love to make friends!You're a likeable person so don't change! What character from Finding Nemo are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577367483784552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577367483784552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105577367483784552' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105577209778065129</id><published>2003-06-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T22:01:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Losing Grip" Are you aware of what you make me feel, babyRight now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not realDidn't you feel me lock my arms around youWhy'd you turn away?Here's what I have to say I was left to cry there,waiting outside there grinning with a lost stareThat's when I decided [chorus]Why should I careCuz you weren't there when I was scared I was so aloneYou, you need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577209778065129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105577209778065129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105577209778065129' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560599974014421</id><published>2003-06-14T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:53:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Middle-aged.  You'll die from something unexpected,just when your kids are going to college orsomething great is happening.  Cause Unknown. At what age will you die?  brought to you by Quizilla wad kinda crap is this.. so farniee.. anw i'm sooo bored.. doin sooo many quizzes.. kinda fun. boredugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560599974014421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560599974014421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560599974014421' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560560065476860</id><published>2003-06-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:46:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is alwayspleasantly pleased to have you jump outta nowhere to dote them with a fun peck on the cheekor more passionate embrace. super markets andwork places are your favorite places to attackyour loved one with all your love =p What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560560065476860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560560065476860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560560065476860' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560532213032416</id><published>2003-06-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:42:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're nothing, really. But you're nice. What type of music are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560532213032416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560532213032416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560532213032416' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560294693153974</id><published>2003-06-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:02:26.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. what am i doing now.. today i'm in such a mess.. soooo bad moodin the morn woke up w a bad headache n a blocked nose.. i guess i caught a cold fm all e walking in the rain yesterday.. sigh at choir i was soo cold i was practically shivering.. n had a headache for the whole day.. prob tt's y my brain's so screwed i cant even think properly..i think i snapped at a lot of ppl today.. did i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560294693153974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560294693153974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560294693153974' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560215711152949</id><published>2003-06-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:49:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hais. so pissed lar.. dunno y..........hmm piercing's quite gd for de-stressing.. hmm but i'm not a freak to go n pierce everywhere.. maybe justt once in a while till i'm pleased w it..ugh. wadeva</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560215711152949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560215711152949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560215711152949' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105560166374753400</id><published>2003-06-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:41:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's moon is soooo bright.. i wasnt even lookin out of the window.. just saw fm e corner of my eye that there's this bright light outside.. n it's e moon.. haha! i'm boliao.. sigh so bored.. still haven started hw.. only 2 wks of hols left.. hmm... how cum so many ppl come n sign my gb when i din even gif a lot of ppl my blog url.. weird.. n hu's cs??who's cs???????????????????...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560166374753400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105560166374753400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105560166374753400' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105516855209868192</id><published>2003-06-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T22:22:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just staring at the sky.. and thinking.. how come so many people are staring at e same sky.. so close.. yet so far.. sighhmm. today seems windy.. e windchime is ringing/chiming(wadeva).. e curtain also moving.. but i dun seem to feel any breeze.. hmmm wads wrong?weirdo~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105516855209868192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105516855209868192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105516855209868192' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-10551671691400284</id><published>2003-06-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T21:59:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving ThoughtsMaybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/10551671691400284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/10551671691400284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10551671691400284' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105452438245361637</id><published>2003-06-02T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T11:26:21.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm numbcan't feel anythingor is it that i can't be bothered?When you've got no appetite,nothing seems to taste.When you're sick of your life,of the world, of everything..nothing mattersat all.seems as if everything's frozen.time has stoppednothing movingonly me ------staring into emptiness..can't see, can't breathcan't hearcan't do or feel a thingis it me or you? Don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105452438245361637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105452438245361637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105452438245361637' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105445905492399816</id><published>2003-06-01T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T17:17:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stripped of all make-ups..hmm.. i luv this pic.. as if e make-ups are ruined.. spilled.. wadevaanw.. blogspot's cool.. hmm i'm so bored.. next week got 3 tests.. sigh muggin now.. so bored. luckily jun hols r coming...... hmm html sarks. or rather i'm stupid. dunno how to do e template tingy.. took soooo damn long. sighjust watched e machi vcd. wow e dance is so damn cool~ they rawk big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105445905492399816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105445905492399816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105445905492399816' title=''/><author><name>sugarxnspice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435281.post-105417948026067420</id><published>2003-05-29T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:38:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahaha. test. in sch now so sians</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105417948026067420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435281/posts/default/105417948026067420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarsnspice.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105417948026067420' 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