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and oh yes, if you're still interested, this is my new blog address. http://thehoochpike.blogspot.com

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going. That's right, i'm having a break. online siesta. it's killing me inside but i don't know what's killing me. anyway, the new year's rubbing in the wrong way onto my already painful wounds and i've decided that blogging is not so effective in making me study since o levels is this year. i'm gonna stop blogging but that doesn't mean you have to be sad if you make my blog a source of your

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wild and crazy thoughts. `2005. the 4 changes to 5 and it seems like something so significant because we're gonna lead a whole new year. however, i have this excited yet reluctant feeling to proceed to a new year. knowing that i can't appear oblivious to the new school term make this whole new year more loathesome. damnit, if it's 2006 now, i'll be partying like a cow and nobody should give a

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my man is strong. as so long for my bad absence in the blogging era, somebody ought to miss me or rather, my posts. i've been missing since christmas partly because when santa climbed through my chimney during christmas, i rode on his reindeer with him and travelled to north pole, had a fantalicious time dancing on the podium with him. damnit, it was all good and i'm doing heavy indulging with

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Mood Swings. I think I'm so fat and numb till I lost all my senses. Yesterday, you can say it was pretty fun except for Benjamin being a real spoilspot. Thankyou Ryan for being my biggest salvation. I swear, guys really have egos bigger than the balls hanging on their fartheads. And to start off with ego-ism in guys, Benjamin is being one fucking good example, damnit. I am gonna have bitch

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Morning Mardness! NOT! It's darn early and I'm having my fat fingers on the keyboard already, sounds very pleasant isn't it? At this point, you can think about having a mother who wakes you up early in the morning just to ask you if she'll look better in a white collared shirt or her black lycra top. To add on, your younger sister keeps reminding you to feed your hamster as though you're the

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Tired and Lost. I have lived by the holidays till I don't know what's the date today but as far as I'm concerned, I know I haven't been blogging since last Sunday. Okay! The snoozes and the losses. And since last Monday, I haven't been home regularly and that makes me not-a-very-avid blogger by name. It gives me another excuse to be a weekly blogger anyway, not like I'm blaming on anything but

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Girlfriend and I. I wake up, sprawled all the way to my hamster's cage, Poochie to check if she's dead. The responsibility to keep her alive is greater than the responsibility to keep myself alive. The worrying presence of Poochie and how I would get her to live for another 2 years is overwhelming. That's how much Poochie means to me - for now. Another thing is my hamster doesn't like sleeping

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Buggers' Stand. My eyelids are heavy and they're gonna shut anytime without warning. I think I have too much a bag of insecurities which I carry them on my back all the time. I can't seem to sleep even though I'm on the bed at 1am yesterday. I tossed for 2 hours before falling asleep at 3am. And I'll consistently jump out of my sleep as if I'm falling off at a high altitude. My dad says I'm

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Feel strong. I'll start off with yesterday. With mard trainings with SAJC, I'm bound to have spilt ends on my ass and die. Unfortunately, I survived which is not a very good thing so having the mal-unusual energy, I met Radha downstairs before conquering the whole bathroom for 1 hour. Ladies' night and an unbearable thought of sleeping at 5am. And so now, for today. This is the unjustice that

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High Tide! I think I have been oh-so-not-constant that I'm almost a weekly blogger. My previous entry was on Thursday which was prolly ages ago. Not like I didn't bother to blog, it's just that I'm so busy and coked up to be even involved seriously with the computer. This is parts and pieces, not like you needed to know so nevermind. Tsk! So many things happened but I shall not go into the

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Kiss goodbye to jealously. Someone ought to miss me while I'm gone. If not, it's okay. I was back in Singapore at 1am on the 30th. Ever since then, I wasn't hogging onto the computer, just lie like a piece of heavy lard. I was living la vica loda like a fucking Queen when I toured in Phuket and Malaysia. The odd irony is, even though I'm pretty biased against malays, I seem to survive pretty

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Grandiose. Monday ------ 1. Seoul Garden with netballers. 2. Dental appointment with Yuji and Syasya. 3. Town with the bling bling. 4. RoxyJeans & Topshop satin top. 5. Dinner with sister and her boy-friend, Kumaran. Tuesday ------- 1. Babysitter to 12 year old cousin to dentist. 2. Watching him get his braces on. 3. Hearing him whine. 4. Bringing him to shop. 5. Sending him back home. 6.

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Malay Angst. Whoa. So much controversy when I just disappeared for a while. Supposingly some fake SYIRAH tries to give me her oh-malay-rocks nonsense but you know what? This can't get me. Yes, please feel inferior you bloody pathetic dark skinned FAKE SYIRAH for the fact that I'm chinese and can slam dunk you with my smelly chinese tofu. At least it's better than you lousy pathetic minahs

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Can you just lend me your shadow? `RAHHS. This is so fucking stupid, I came back from Sentosa with only 15cents in my pocket. How utterly pathetic I know. And the weather wasn't helping either, it was a major fuck-up. I reached Sentosa with Faith, there was sun so we applied our tanning oil and laid our mat, but it started drizzling THEN pouring pussies. Jeez. So we walked to the bridge and

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Santa Barbara. For a moment, I thought I was lost in passion and christmas, all thanks to Jamas. He is a passion ass. He wants to put on a Santa costume and dance passionately, and give me 110% of his passion. We were talking about tanning and trainings but I had no clue why we ended up to talking about passion ass. Jamas, if you're reading, please, be more passionate. Hilarious. Today's

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Please turn me on. Kenji -> Victoria. Shuan -> ShanNing. I was online, talking very seriously to Victoria how disgusting the secondary 1 girls are in Tanglin. We were discussing why they were behaving in this manner and why they were nutured into the way they were. As a matter of fact, we were targetting at Joleen but we figured it out that dog of the same kind behaved the same way because

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Nobody's home. I'm so fucking elated that Camille is out of America Next Top Model. I mean, she's ugly and has fat pouty black lips like she just kissed my charred gutted ass. Not like my ass's black, oh well. Whatsmore, her attitude really suckked bad! What's the deal about being in the top 12? Whateverrr! 8am in the morning, hunches for breakfast and the urge to smell my bedsheets more but I

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JUICE. I think I'm wildly abnormal. I slept at 3am last night and woke up at 10am to the crazy vibrations of my handphone. What I spent my time doing from 1.14am to 3am was blog hop, debating over not so worth it issues with Benj and doing major catching up with Diona, and getting to see her new boyfriend in States. This is how I swing into actions at night when people are facing down smelling

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Dots of nonsense. 1.14am -- an unearthly hour to have your eyes wide open. Charlie's Angels was fucking kick ass just now. But the most absurb portion of the show is why they don't show Charlie's face? I mean he's successful and has the 3 sexy Angels. Unless he has clefted lips or he has a caulliflower nose. I think Lucy Liu is the hottest, she looks like April in America's Top Model. And I

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Just getting into the right mood of this hott sexy Asian chick with spiked up hair in my template. I lovee my new template. `Am loving it.

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Snowball fights. I really want CHRISTMAS! Unfortunately, Singapore doesn't have little church girls singing Christmas carols. If there's ever one bunch of blonde haired girls singing in front of my doorstep, I promise I'll throw them lingerine and ask them to come every year. I wouldn't mind planting a huge Christmas tree with lots of dazzling stars and sitting under the tree ripping presents.

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Hurl your sexy Curls. Yesterday was the dumbest. Went all the way down to KCP Sec at Bishan for some friendly match and the sun was fucking sorching. I think it's because it's North and it's nearer to the Equator. That's what Adeline deduced anyway. Lol, then headed to Jurong Library. All of them said they wanted to study(RIGHT!) but they ended up breaking their necks at the sofa, happily going

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Britney Spears can moan. I spent my entire afternoon at Wild Wild Wet. Yes, I was mighty excited in the train jumping around like a monkey. So you can cage me up and trolley me to a zoo for show. I was excited because, it's a good time to get a tan and play at the same time, secondly, I'm so excited about those rides. What made it fun was those big chested girlfriends of my sister's. When I

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Strawbelly Milkshake. I decided to do some blogging after watching The Champions. This is the first time EVER in my life am I going crazy over some cheena boys starring in the show. I know, I sound like some angsty teeny boopers but you can't blame me. You know what?! That Jinxiang and Kaiwei in the show are so fucking hott. Oh god, I just wanna dance. They have the perfect build for chinese

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`Kiki. I'm so sorry about your uncle's death. I send you my deepest condolences. Don't be too upset about it cause you'll slowly figure it out that Death wouldn't care about who your uncle is and Death is only a bottomless pit. We'll play with Death one day. But cheer up that you can still collect your green packets and that I love you still. Heartt` you. `Shan.

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Mother knows best. I feel utterly devasted(that's rather exaggerating) My plans on Tuesday are ruined with the interruption of netball training at 2pm. What to do?! I can't forgo my training and go play so whateverrr. Anyway, I'm in this cute lil' orange panties with mini sport-cars and aeroplanes and I feel so back to childhood again. Lol, that's really besides the point. I'm digressing. I had

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High end polished nails. I haven't been blogging for quite sometime. Rather lazy to. It's how stupid to let those rather crazy crisis falling on me but I'm taking it with a good stride. Now, at least I feel that things are back to normal a little and I feel I'm floating on a cloud. Rather, after all this, I cannot control my emotions and my actions. Whenever I feel like doing something, I just

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PARTY!

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Cinder jokes, baby. My mother is messing up my life by waking me up so early. Here I am, aimless. Social Studies and Science paper today, triple S and so is my name called ShanNing. Lol. This makes a little sense. Well, I was studying and I am still studying Social Studies. I just don't understand why the Singapore government love including other countries' problems in our Social Studies text?

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Xiang In actual fact, I preetttyyy much figured out that I'm quite alive. I've decided to be optimistic. Therefore, even though if I can't make it in Chinese re exams today, it's okay. It doesn't kill. No more retaining. And if I can't meet the mark, I'll be laterally transferred to Normal Academic. I know it's pretty demoralizing but you know what? I've drawn out a fabulous plan, I'll either

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Hunks. Sorry Vonn for not meeting you today. Thousand apologies to Blake for failing to meet her again tmr. I'm gonna study for my re-exams. Maybe life ain't meant to be a bed of roses anyway. It's not supposed to be. And my parents, they know about the retaining poot. My dad even said the certificate is just a paper qualification to ensure a better job in near future but if I can't make it,

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BOOKS?! I fainted this morning. Vomitting, diarrhoea and crazy fainting spells got me. Oh my god. This is SUCH A MAJOR CRISIS! Yes. I fucking fainted and my parents were like worried sick. All I felt was that I thought I was sleeping and somebody waking me up. Now, I've got a huge bump at the back of my head and it fucking hurts. I'm skipping school again tmr. Retaining?

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Driving me crazeee. I'm on a angst roller coaster ride and I just wanna holler. Always looking at those retains, I'm always thinking one of these days, it'll never be me. This is so wrong. I'm turning tables against myself and history's repeating. I'm gonna retain and say hello to secondary 3 next year. Are you surprised? Bettt you ain't. So thankyouverymuch. I'm holding a pistol and I might

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Ya Gong learns Chinese. Today was hell good. Nothing beats the shit out of me when I'm enjoying myself without being the Tardy Queen of school. I slept like a sucker because I skipped school but I have ample reason so fred not. My Mom went to The Kent Ridge Wing of NUH to have her operation because of the lump on her left breast and so, nobody's home to look after my younger sister and my Dad

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Oh and this is from the book. Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever it comes. And true enough, in the book, Jamie

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Talk to me if you got the cash. I can't believe that I'm saying this, god forbids, Pink is a nice color somehow. OH MY GOD! I just said pink. Consolidate me. But seriously, for the first time ever in my life yesterday, I bought something pinkish enough from TopShop. Thinking about it gives me the willies now. Okay, pink does just fine. I need tha feminine sometimes because the masculine can be

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As long as I've got my Big Guy, I'm satisfied. Talking about feeling like a fucking sick duck, I feel for it too. I skipped training today after feeling like I've been given a direct ticket to hell. Heck as it was, the flu bug got me really badly and my sore throat is killing the pussy out of me. If you said sucking on a lolly would make you feel better, I so do like slapping you. But the plus

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I thank God for having you. I've decided to wake up early and get to Tiffany's house because I had nothing better to do before training starts. The whole lonesome feeling is seeping into my fucking skin and I'm so ill to actually shift my ass around to settle at the right stop I want. Don't you bother because all I need is not love now, I need fucking cash. My internet bills chalked up to $200+

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Rock like a rocker. It's been a rough week. The dangerous buggs ate me up. Cold and wet weathers. Crazy yellings. Gone of my loved. Cash strapped. Mardd phone bills. Internet + Handphone. Lack of energy. Desperation for Sentosa. Hunger. Cravviinnngggs. Down with none.

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Strong My headache, flu and cough is eating me up. Godd. I feel like dying. But before I die, can I have my hottdogs?

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Sorry Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a misfeat. Holy purification. It's so fucking early and I'm so fucking awake. OH MY GOD! I'M SO GONNA HAVE A B.F(Bitch Fit). All thankyouverymuch to my father who tried to be funny. I think he's bored out of his cotton ass. He kept calling and calling and calling. EARLY IN THE MORNING! Pfffft! I thought it was something urgent to hear him say, 'Good morning

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It's not a normal handbag, it's Prada. I just wanna go, 'OH MY GOD! I'M GONNA HAVE A B.F(Bitch Fit).' Today was quite well spent despite the fact that it rained like crap and I had to wake up early. I woke up early for the sake of passing and St Margs funfair ticket to Yong Jun and it makes me so freaking pissed. It was raining, added to the fact that Singaporeans are inconsiderate. When it

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Preach the evil, stain the good. Even though I've watched Pearl Harbour before and I know all the explict contents, I'm gonna watch it again. Why? 1)The music makes me wanna cry. 2)The bombings really excites me. 3)Josh Harnett and Ben Affleck are really hott. However, it's crap if my history teacher says watching the show would make you understand history more because I've found out that. 1)

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That seems very far. This is one of the most boring Sundays ever because I have nothing to do and I'm almost penniless from yesterday's huge spendings. I'm gonna have pure fun starting from tomorrow but that's BESIDES THE POINT! My motto for today is to save all the money I have and spend it all tomorrow. Ahh. This sounds like a plan finally. I'm so glad that Jerry is finally out of Singapore

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I blogged. A pile but blogger JUST HAD TO FUCK UP ON ME!

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I wanna be a photocopier when I grow up. Down with 3 more papers to run for 2 more days and I'll be freed from the exams stress and agony. Golly Horny, and I'll have all the time to travel around Singapore, explore the zoo, hunt for good food, in search for really fabulous entertainment and what have you?! Oh, and certainly, I can even fetch anyone from school. Godd. This life. Golly Horny me is

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A call to you. What the fuck is wrong with my font? This is totally cocked. I'm so cocked too. I don't wanna study History and I can't get anything screwed into my brain. Like what Solastri would say, if you don't help yourself, God wouldn't help you. FUUCCCCKK You, who needs god?

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SHOUTS OUT TO MY DARLINGS!Syirah- Lovvveee. Don't be so stressed out over exams cause you know you don't specialize in books. You're only good in failing math and flirting with boys. Ehh. I was thinking I'm so glad I have you, a good bitching partner and you're sweeter than candies. Shan loves Syirah**Nana - Big neh neh nana. My queen! I haven't seen you for soo long and my hott gossips box for

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I'll choose. You'll shut up.I is sooo stoopid. I'm supposed to be home now doing some mad math and maybe sleep till my ears get blocked as usual but now. Gone. I forgot to bring my house keys and nobody's home. I called my Dad to only find my mom going for this god damned spa thing. And yes, without me. This is annoyance. I had to shuffle my ass down to my Auntie's house with my stinky self and

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Sing that god damned song for me. Before I start off with anything, I would like to say A HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY TO MY HORNY BUSTY SEXY LICKING LOOOKING VICTORIA! You're young and kicking but no ID for you YET. I've FORGOTTEN Felicia's birthday. Haw haw haw. Doing A math slices me up. It hurts more than needles pricking through my ass. It's a torment to see numbers dancing in front of you while

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N.E.R.D The whole NERD feeling overwhelms me and I'm happy. Don't worry. Being a nerd isn't that bad. It's good and nerds don't get into trouble easily. I shall be one. Today, I'm gonna start my serious muggging. Wayyyyy after exams, I can partey. Yeah baby! I'm so excited. Exams. Exams. I think I'm suffering from some exams spastic syndrone but you know, you and I can't stop myself from being

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I'll be your machine gun. This stupid wholesome feeling is eating my skin up. The fucking breeze from the aircon is so cold. And here I am, too lazy to get up to adjust my aircon temperature. Just doing some random blogging but being on the MSN doing the usual happenings. This is so stupid. I read Seow Hui's blog, apparently, people start calling her a Barney. I thought Barney are supposed to be

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Talk to SuperNova's hands. Balls. I want some balls. Stomp those balls. Grab those balls. Eat those balls. Swallow them down. I want your balls! Mad Gesture* This is such an unearthly hour to blog but SINCE I feel like it, nobody shall stop the almighty Lord. My dad was a horny bastard when he ate Koropoke just now, talked so much and all the crust flew about, all over my worksheets. I suspect

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You'd better say you do. I thought I should at least post an entry when I don't leave my ass marks around, I'll just try to make my presence felt. If you want my ass marks, I'd gladly stamp some for you when I see you. =) Then again, too much of my ass is unhealthy. It'll end up to high cholestrol and you'll die. This theory would apply to those people who don't mind their own business still.

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Get out of tha way. I'm super annoyed. I have difficulty signing into my MSN, my mother's over-reactive and people are just so busybody. Does it make any cow sense to you? One of my biggest peeves when people just want to know everything. They're smug and think they're all right when they got it all wrong. What's wrong when I sit on a guy's lap and take a picture? What's wrong if the guy

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Be on top of me. Just back from JianWei's house. I tell you, it's good fun. Pillow fights, pornstars wannabe, coke burping competition, blogging, bitching and of course not missing out the big time favourites -- watching soccer. This is fun. I just love them all. Gonna get pictures post up and sure, they're horny but I like.

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We're the Soccer Maniacs! Am at JianWei's house. Overdosage of bitchings, coke and soccer yelling. We're having burping competition with coke. This is fun. I'll be back to blog. I wanna bang balls. This is really boring.

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Love me or it's Voodoo Dolls. I'm gonna do some really speedy blogging before shit catches up with me. I so wanna thank Rita Buttwoman for changing my template for me. She was really nice about it unlike some people who take her own time ploughing through templates but refused to help ShanNing. Selfish people should be banished and sell tutu-kueh. Today's Chinese papers and I have to honestly

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I want you and your ass. Exam papers were quite fine classic pieces. English was reasonably difficult and pretty challenging but I thought it wasn't as tedious as I thought it's gonna be. I wrote some motivation crap for composition and some proposal for letter writing. Social Studies was fair, considering the fact that I woke up at 4am in the morning to study. Hey, this is the real motivation

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You seem like sparkles of lust that I want. 2 more days to thee start of final exams and I'm blogging about this. This is so not right but coming online for a teeny weeny while doesn't burn balls, does it? I did my make up Math mock test this afternoon and postponed my Math tuition to Friday. This is not right, I'm supposed to take it tomorrow but Mr Wong insisted and shoved the paper to my face

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I'm all about you. I feel nothing, but super empty and emotional. Reading Clay Marble makes me cry. I know it's mighty imbecile to cry over words but I don't know, some stupid devices in my body asked me to cry. This is super sissy. I'll read my Harry Potter instead. Seriously, I hate pop-ups in my computer. I can sit there dying to delete over and over again. Rip balls. I was so tired in

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Don't say you're sorry because Sorry has already lost it's meaning of the original word.

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You're thee sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Fancy blogging at such unearthly hour. I'm in a total dismay now and I'm super zonked out. I'm such a loner, nobody to bribe to stay up with me. I only have my strewn books on the desk and the company of Carrie Chong on the radio FM. It's like spending a lonely Christmas without any Christmas Carol at all. I feel like ripping balls. School was

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I've got too much. Is it my fringe which looks funny in the mirror or is it the mirror which makes my fringe looks funny? Either way, my fringe suckkks! Rah. I want no school tomorrow!

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With you with me, I'll make that day count. I'm figuring out why it's picture-less in my blog. I'm supposed to stay awake till 2am with my elder sister in order to get my 20 buckeroos from her. She bribed me with it and I'm gladly staying awake with her to study her exams. I'm corrupted but it's money that makes my world go round. When 2am strikes, I'll demand the bribe and flip. Yesterday was

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Living in a Bell Jar I'm back but who cares? I'm just trying make my presence felt in my own blog. I've been too lazy to actually blog cause sometimes I find it quite meaningless to say what have I. Since Saturday?! It's been a rough week for me. Nothing has been actually fantastic and I'm full of angst - as usual. I failed both my Chinese and my A Math/E Math combined paper. You don't have to

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Oliver is a suck up. He shoves me the middle finger* I keep on typing! This is good fun. I'm at his house right now. Beautiful house. Glen and Eugenia, his siblings are super cute. Glen is gay wearing his polka dots pajamas pants without brushing his teeth at this hour. Apparently, he thinks it's hilarious and I really lovee himm.. Cute and short boys, shanning likes.

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Hello my love. There are 3 things which are getting on my nerves. 1)Final Year Exams in 3 weeks time. 2)Chinese Exams today. 3)Death of the remaining 4 tadpoles. This is like seriously so fucked and I wanna eat some dung of yours. I feel so imbecile each time exams flirt round the corner. And I so wanna slap some balls. Chinese exams suckkked today. I had some spasmodic looking male

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I've got this urge to be the author of Malay Cinderella after reading through Chinese Cinderella. I mean I could write how the Malays came out of poverty and went for tapered pants instead. That's how we got mats and minahs. This is so racist. Fine. -----shut up-----

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I never knew I'm that horny until I met you. Somebody just have to smash my head and remind me that it's not holidays anymore. I'm so much in a denial mode and I'm still not done with my 4 chapter summaries of Literature. Well, at least I don't have to go through the torment like the secondary 4, major exams make my ass wobble. But then again, it'll come to me soon. I'm not in the right frame of

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No dogs of any breeds allowed! I swear that I'm gonna fuck Leonora Lai straight in her face when I see her on Monday. Now I won't care and will never care if she's gonna cry or look at me to act innocent with her oh-so-beady eyes. Such a bloody dog she is, abusing the use of blogspot. She and her pathetic secondary 1 friends. If she hates me so much, why don't she tell me straight in the face

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Confessional Dashboard. Just came back from the BBQ party. It was fucking fantastic. An overdose of chicken wings, otahs, crabmeat with melted cheese and definately, the dosage of bitching was immense. Fucking birthday song and cake cream fight. Bang balls. The amount of hotdog was too much that we fed it to the poor stray cats. Wahahaha. We bbq-ed till 12pm ish. We is good. Now, I'm home.

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I accidentally murdered one of my younger sister's tadpole. I swear, it wasn't on purpose. Now I'll leave for the groceries shopping for the BBQ later. Let me be a silent tadpole killer. Lord am I so sadistic.

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Twisty curls. Double yay! Finally got my Wednesday entry published and lord do i feel so mighty good. It's all about Leonora anyway, my dog. No wonder I feel utterly horny today. Wahahaha. It's only 7am ish and I'm wide awake. I fucking hate this. I wanted to send a mail to Daniel but my fingers came onto blogspot by itself. And the reason I'm so awake is because I want to steal some

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Dumb Blonde Trying. I had a severe mardness yesterday. I did mad blogging at 1am ish before I headed to sleep but my computer had to fuck me up. The whole system hung and I was yelling like mard. Bitch not. And the worst thing is, I went to Leonora's blog for some cheap thrill and I'm so excited. She wrote my name in her blog to ask me to fuck off. Well, for a secondary 1 kid like her, English

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Is it I'm too cool It never felt better than this. What can you expect? Early in the morning which is soooo unusual for me to wake up this early -- But-- i did. Wahahaha. Sitting right in front of the computer having my big bowl of honey flakes with milk. Ehhhh.. I'm loving it. Realizing it's holidays make it a much better and worthwhile thing for me to live on and get by today. Yes baby.

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Nick wants to do dirty dancing. Apparently, I think I'm majoring in survivor today. Codswallop. Everyone has their own life today and I'm the only one without a life -- being home alone 24/7. Pfft. I survived on can sardines, bread, milk, raw lettuce, cheese and grapes for the whole day. This is totally irritating because I'm just so lazy to cook which I don't even think I can whip up some

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Mary Pokkins. Haha. I got this urge to blog now and there I go Nana Anaconda! It's holidays now and I'm so loving it. The bilathon was screwed up totally. Like Kiki and I got last. I know I'm supposed to swim 8 laps and so I did. Cherisa told me she's gonna swim slow and relaxed, Mr Tham then said that is for fun so I can swim as slow as I want, Kiki asked me to take my time. Therefore, I

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NehNehPoked I've gotta live up to my standards so in order to my best friends, your mouth gotta move faster than your feet which means you must install more than thousands of mega bytes into that gap. That's the formula I've just figured out in order for you to be my best friends. Yes, I'm making sense for once. I'm suffering from this terminal disease called, 'Motormouth.' I know Kiki is

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Counting. I'm mighty horny. So is Felicia and Victoria. Wahahha. I just don't know where to start. Too many promising events done during these holidays. I'm loving it. This is so rad. Short entry, shall end. So monotonic. On a lighter tone, HAHA!

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Give me back my Tessa. Some porno thing up in my head. Wahahhaa. I'm damntified. I wanna bang balls can. I slept half of my life away this Monday. No monday blues but there are some sleeping issues. My bed did allowed me to flirt with it to it's mighty balls. Okay, I'm not making sense. If I'm to tell somebody that I'm having sleeping problems, that person can go bang balls instead of drumming.

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I don't feel what you feel. Alamatar Lordress ShanNing wishes my Jamus in paJAMUS a happy 18th birthday!! Had a bootilicious, funnylicious and fantalicious weekend spent. Fruitfully at least. Saturday morning was spent at Shannen's room, sleeping and gossiping about Ryner definately. Tha's infinite can. And headed to the hawker to have breakfast with Mr Tham and my SiuSiu. Ended up going to

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Jamas and I became best of the nonsensical partners. So now I go, 'Alamatar Lordress ShanNing loves my Jamus in pajamas!' and he goes, JamuS loves lordress shanning also. =D Wahahahha. Crap best friends.

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Life Beckons. Thinking of HER, I wanna go and wash some toiletbowl. Flat in the front and flat in the back. She's seriously so deprived of love, no wonder she lives in humilation. I have this fear seeing people cry but just not her. I want her to take care of her balls properly and stop asking Oliver to stand up for her. She's some filth. I think her mentality is the size of her shoe and her

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I dare you to move. This is so certainly full of shit. Suddenly, death eats somebody up. Dora's dad died in his sleep and I had no freaking idea until today. Fortunately, I think he died peacefully rather than Oliver's dad who had a heart arrest suddenly. Death seems to dominate people now. It's so scary, what if I wake up one day and somebody tells me that my dad's dead? I'd prolly bang some

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Dark and lonely. I don't have the inspiration to blog. I don't have my bitchology bible sense with me now. I don't have the idealistic way I want my entry to turn out today. I don't have the mood to think. I don't have the stamina to draft. I don't have the energy to type. I don't have the urge to be articulate. I don't have the will to be perfect. I don't have the shitass idea why I just don't

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I never felt like this before. Now, all this fetish about hott guys with Charmaine, no more! I therefore declare that I'm the hottest manly shit alive and nobody shall breathe. Pfft. I had my good long Sunday spent worthwhile. Sitting in the clubhouse doing work with my sisters and her friends, swimming with Nats. But really burning my ass off in my own estate made me come to a point of

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Phone Booths Surprise calls aren't my fetish. Shannen called last night to ask if I wanna play badminton. I think she's in love with me now. Wahahaha. Then again, I got a call from Andy at 2am yesterday who asked, 'Shan, remember me? I'm the guy from Hendrix, Andy.' Who wouldn't remember my sugar puff! Some excel logistics he is now. Lol. Unfortunately, I had to sleep. Thinking of him, I think

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Shann, I know there's a difference between your name and my name. Next time please tag as Shann instead of Shan. That's my name okay! Cock. I'll balls for you can. And who's the AHEM** you talking about?!

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Running with Scissors Just back from Jalan Kayu -- plenty of pratas! I was a hedgehog hibernating and sleeping in my cold and dark room, unfortunately, it lacks the dampy atmosphere or it'll be a perfect scene of a re-fu-ge in making. I slept for 16 hours, from 8pm to 1am.That swimming and dipping with Shannen made me wedged. And in the afternoon, it was so fucking hott. You could wasp me with

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SHOUTS OUT I assume tagboards hate ShanNing. I can't tag. Irving Eh you think you damn action sia. Know how to swim freestyle, now then wanna tell me. The coaching's free?! Yes? Come my house and teach. Lol. Debb Finally, you leave your backside mark here rather than spy on my blog. How dare you run away from me on Friday and hide in the toilet?! Your friend demanded 50cents entrance to the

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Bang Balls. Little children come and play.

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Demented Dupleys I don't know the chances of Deborah reading this but I think it's pretty immense so I shall shout it out to her again, DE-BO-RAH! She gets alot of Heys from me whenever she's in school. I'll pop up from behind the wall and go DE-BO-RAH and Vanessa would scream for pizza. And hell she has been spying on my blog for so long without leaving a tag. I so wanna slap her. Pfft. Anyhow

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Bang Balls. Little children come and play.

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I still can't get it why a LianHua Primary School little minah girl was carrying a Burberry sling bag to school. A fake or real Burberry? Arrogance at such young age. Bitach.

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You make me wanna. I'm called Yong ShanNing and this is my blog so for the reason being for this is my blog, I shall blog. I don't care about that. Pfft. There are soo many rumours in school, flying faster than apes can swing their saggy breasts. My jiggly fats have no time for all those. Yes. I'm politically making some sense. My life. I have 10 dimensions for you. Basket. I'm good at ball-ing

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He is the woman who is daredevil Did I mentioned I had a good funtalistious day yesterday? Ganbare. I'll balls and monkey for you now. Lol. Met Rita in the morning to meet Geraldine for the tickets. We were being anti social bitches who so didn't wannna mix with the church people. We're like so ewww. So we went to Orange Julius to have my breakfast, then headed to Cityhall to meet Vonn Darl,

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Auntie likes beehoon. It's so fucking early and I'm wide awake. Never gonna forgive myself for not sleeping back again. I'm soo indinigant by my fucking menstration. I woke up thrice in the night and I had to change my santitary pad. Second day into it and I'm soo fucked already. I think toilets would really become my best friend for time being. Highly offended. Good lord has small balls. I'll

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I sell crayons and I eat them. Friday. 13th. I'll balls for you. School was ultimately fine to me. Not much of a bitch complaining. Mundane and dead. School hour's short and it's slack in class. At least math class was productive today. 3 periods I sat still beside that smart girl. And I passed my fucking A Math test on Functions. I thought I was almost gone without a glimmer of hope but then

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