<?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-6376334</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:30:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sod off. i don't want u here</title><subtitle type='html'>depressingly crazy and crazily depressed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376334.post-113130594962281415</id><published>2005-11-07T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:39:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IDDKKK. EEEEEEEEE.IDK.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113130594962281415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113130594962281415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113130594962281415' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-113061596300838050</id><published>2005-10-30T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:26:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEH TEH TEH</title><summary type='text'>i am hating my hands right now. they hurt so bad. they're all stiff and stinging. hmm. my right thumb is being all weird and achy.i don't dare to look at my hair. i think it's weird. what a bad haircut. BAD. like seriously amateur job. i think a blind 80 yr-old with Parkinson's could have done a more professional job. ah whatever. it'll grow out. shouldn't have cut my hair uh. haiz. back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113061596300838050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113061596300838050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113061596300838050' title='TEH TEH TEH'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-113025637398804085</id><published>2005-10-25T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:10:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you put the eat in shit.</title><summary type='text'>being back on blogger after lj-ing is like running around in a meadow after being cooped up in a cage. wheewhoo. no more nasty lj codes. :S nice nice blogger. shall go make templates once i've sorted out my room. i've missed doing my random posts or doing 3 posts in a day. and the fun of changing skins every few weeks! lj just makes me totally unmotivated to change skins or update.anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113025637398804085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113025637398804085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113025637398804085' title='you put the eat in shit.'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-113000522598878097</id><published>2005-10-23T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:20:25.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss this blog. i miss typing away in this screen. read all my previous posts and they all sounded like a different person. i almost couldn't recognize myself i don't know why. i think i'm back. here. it feels right. lj doesn't feel right.. i don't know. for some reason i feel constricted at lj, and that feeling has been increasing lately. and everything feels so fake and pretentious at lj. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113000522598878097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/113000522598878097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113000522598878097' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-112187251154958786</id><published>2005-07-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:15:11.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am feeling irrational and bleargh so don't read.i feel nothing. weird. like argh. school is terrible and i think i am seriously in deep shit now. but i can't feel anything. i can't seem to get the grasp of physics, my econs concepts are all screwed and i have no idea what's going on in maths. it's like my brain has been wiped clean.not sure what to do or feel right now.  i guess i should go do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/112187251154958786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/112187251154958786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112187251154958786' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111885455558620897</id><published>2005-06-16T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:58:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humans are stupid and i'ld rather be a goat</title><summary type='text'>one week since i last updated. wow, that's a record for me. so my sis tunang-ed on sun, was pretty hectic the week before that. one week of my pathetic hols gone just like that. i hate it.i hate the way how sometimes life can pass by so fast and we don't know it and suddenly we're on our deathbed thinking of all the things we should have done. which is why i am so discontented right now. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111885455558620897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111885455558620897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885455558620897' title='humans are stupid and i&apos;ld rather be a goat'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111825208807379967</id><published>2005-06-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:34:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a song</title><summary type='text'>there is a song on my blog. it makes me happy.i am restraining myself from running out to get their album. i'm dying to. stevie is such a hottie."it's really pretty depressing when teenagers with crappy taste in music start liking these bands because they like one song on the radio. so please dont say you love them if you dont really know their music (or if you get your music taste from the radio</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111825208807379967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111825208807379967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111825208807379967' title='there is a song'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111823229558680286</id><published>2005-06-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:04:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bed.</title><summary type='text'>i built a bed. ok fine, i put the parts of my bed together myself. and now i have a bed. there are actually real storage compartments under my bed. i put lots of stuff under my bed. i got a new mattress to put on my bed. i am excited to sleep on my bed tonight. my bed is 1 m high. i can get hurt pretty bad if i fall from my bed. but i still love my bed. my bed enables me to have a good view out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111823229558680286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111823229558680286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111823229558680286' title='my bed.'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111790444954933130</id><published>2005-06-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:50:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misguided by the 405</title><summary type='text'>i feel lost without my dcfc and e songs with me. and tb and be and w and tps and sp. i can't dl anymore songs at the moment cos my comp has 300+ songs and 3 movies. and it's lagging like mad. i am sad. i want them now. i want ben gibbard's soothing voice to sing to me and make everything all right. i want agent m to make me forget about everything that's ever happened. and i want sherry and stacy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111790444954933130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111790444954933130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111790444954933130' title='misguided by the 405'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111789543713436593</id><published>2005-06-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:56:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not emo. i am not emo. i am not emo.</title><summary type='text'>been having feelings of animosity towards quite a number of people. it's bad, i wish i could stop it. i don't like feeling this way, it hinders me from being happy. but i can't help it.i don't like you. i don't like talking to you, i don't like seeing you and i don't like thinking about you. and everyday i have to pretend like i do, like everything's alright. it gets on my nerves and it's tiring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111789543713436593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111789543713436593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789543713436593' title='i am not emo. i am not emo. i am not emo.'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111747357841062195</id><published>2005-05-31T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:23:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animal torture</title><summary type='text'>found this vid on animal torture. watch and be educated.http://my.so-net.net.tw/sirwang/fur.wmvnot for the faint-hearted.i started crying a few min into the vid, the immense torture the animals were put through was simply overwhelming. it's unbelievable how cruel humans can be, it makes me more ashamed than ever to be human, to be part of a race that does this to helpless and innocent creatures. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111747357841062195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111747357841062195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111747357841062195' title='animal torture'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111720402307019049</id><published>2005-05-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T22:27:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty boy fury. met him today.</title><summary type='text'>my mum rocks. when i got home just now she had the car all ready and my sis dressed up to send me to the doctor to get an mc so that i won't get into trouble on monday. and fuck chua. pesky balding irritant, he's just as bad as those annoying people who harass you into buying charity tickets.speaking of which, went for the training for my job today, which turned out to be harassing people to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111720402307019049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111720402307019049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111720402307019049' title='pretty boy fury. met him today.'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111712499520697347</id><published>2005-05-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:31:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have titles and a new template. Nanyang, Let's CELEBRATE!!!</title><summary type='text'>oi. hello. comment on the template ok? you better comment. if not i'll curse the guys with impotency and shrinking balls and the girls with painful menstrual cramps. ahah. amek kau. hah. sape suroh tak comment? kan kan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111712499520697347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111712499520697347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712499520697347' title='i have titles and a new template. Nanyang, Let&apos;s CELEBRATE!!!'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111693384377763249</id><published>2005-05-24T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:24:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just finished watching american history x. fuck, that movie is great. the ending.. sedih semacam seh.. seriously you should go watch it. edward norton was great. i didn't know he's such a good actor. and i hate to say this, but he's got a nice butt. can't help noticing la, especially since i got the uncensored one. okay. wow. still blown away by the ending.okay. just wanted to blog about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111693384377763249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111693384377763249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111693384377763249' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111690901424424931</id><published>2005-05-24T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:30:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss mahira. whee. must make sure that you tear yourself from your books and we go out at least once for a whole day during the hols. =)can i not do the econs I&amp;E assignment? i have no idea what they're asking for in the questions. must i draw graphs? is it an essay? am i supposed to bring in all the concepts we've learnt so far? or do you only want short answers? this is buggering me. and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111690901424424931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111690901424424931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690901424424931' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111659307348507981</id><published>2005-05-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:44:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to pee. hmm.my nephew is a tyrant. he just smacked his helpless sister on the head a few times simply because she was blocking his way. my dad just looked on and told him not to do that. of course he didn't listen and continued. not a lesson learnt. ah. they're all fuckers anyway. i think my nephew will grow up to be a total jerk and a bastard just like his dad and grandad. aww how cute. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111659307348507981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111659307348507981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111659307348507981' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111652202791327282</id><published>2005-05-20T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:00:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mainstream fuckers, don't delude yourself.trying out ares. hm. i think i'm too old for this. all this changing of p2p softwares.. my old aged body is not up to it.Want more real attention.At my expense guess you forgot to mention.You talk good, I eat glass.a hair is growing on the mole on my wrist. yeeeh. i have nothing to do during my 4 hr break tmr. i will bring a comfy jacket and snooze in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111652202791327282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111652202791327282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111652202791327282' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111600685561494749</id><published>2005-05-14T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:54:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is everyone the same? why does everyone sound like some poor twisted tortured soul? it's so urrgh. i feel like deleting my prev blog entries. memaisehkan ah.  next time i find myself typing blog entries like that i'll bang my head on the computer table a few times. eeesh. seriously. the same-ness and lack of differences is starting to irk me. and  everyone is clamouring for attention. AAARGHH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111600685561494749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111600685561494749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600685561494749' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111590742060732739</id><published>2005-05-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:17:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. previous post was rather erratic.omg. my blogger is completely in french. this sucks. i don't understand a single thing. afficher le blog? what the hell is that? envoi? huh? parametres? uh-huh. i so understood that. en register en mode Brouillon. ookaaaayyy... eh this is irritating. i can't even figure out how to get to the page to change the language because IT'S ALL IN FREAKING FRENCH!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111590742060732739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111590742060732739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111590742060732739' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111588742744960216</id><published>2005-05-12T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:43:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all alone in the library right now, waiting for people to get out of class. was reading jx's blog and had to stuff my jacket sleeve into my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loudly.aahh.. past few days been good. mainly cause i passed napfa. i got 14.55 for 2.4 aaaaahh  happiness. it's so unexpected and i was so worried before the damn run i really felt like puking. heh. no more afternoon pe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111588742744960216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111588742744960216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111588742744960216' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111573366317097236</id><published>2005-05-10T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:01:03.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ergh. i'm not emo. just feeling down, ok? fine, next time i'll bottle up my thoughts and feelings and only write down weird wacky happy stuff here.eh. i want a new tilam. my niece and her mum stayed over for 2 days during the weekend, so they took over my tilam and i was squished to share my mum's bed. so anyway, the night after they left i went to sleep on my tilam ah. i noticed that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111573366317097236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111573366317097236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573366317097236' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111552927866578852</id><published>2005-05-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:14:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing's turned out the way i expected/wanted it too. fuck. disappointed in myself for being so stupid. nothing's going right, and the only way to make myself feel better is to hope that things will go right sometime, but i'll only end up feeling stupid and disappointing myself in the end and my hopes are all crushed on the floor but i have to feel better cause it's useless going around in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111552927866578852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111552927866578852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111552927866578852' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111530583995663352</id><published>2005-05-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:10:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad rolled over a tube of paint, so it got all over the floor. it was such a nice shade of purple too. so i didn't want to waste it, and instead use it to help me relax by doing mindless doodles. and you know what, the last thing you need when you're doing all you can to keep your wits about you and have some fun relaxing time playing with paint, is a smelly toddler screaming in your face and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111530583995663352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111530583995663352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530583995663352' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111521536214101986</id><published>2005-05-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:03:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's me and the moon, and i've got no trouble with that.and i am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die.nigerians are the happiest people on earth. there is no escape is there? because we get out of jc, get to uni. and what awaits us after that? oh looky what fun. it's nothing but work, bills, more work and more bills. i wish i could just abandon everything, you know, and just run off. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111521536214101986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111521536214101986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521536214101986' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111521285193847832</id><published>2005-05-04T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:20:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how i wish i could just do something right for once in my life.  but it's ok, i don't believe in moping around like some emo kid. when shit happens, the best way is to flush it and move on. not stand over the toilet bowl crying like some fool. yes, i am disappointed in myself, but disappointment is part and parcel of life, you can't start getting all depressed and cry everytime you get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111521285193847832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111521285193847832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521285193847832' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111487899865989232</id><published>2005-05-01T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:39:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>emo people are irritating. stop whining already, you don't know how good you have it so just shut the fuck up and open your eyes to the wonders around you. be thankful for what you have and quit buzzing around my ears about the sad life you lead like some annoying mosquito.it gets hard for me to act normal about something once i've let my feelings about it out in the open. see lah. nvm. it shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111487899865989232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111487899865989232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111487899865989232' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111486981535696033</id><published>2005-04-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:03:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something embarrassing happened to me today. i was at tanjong katong complex with my mum sis and nephew. we were at this shop ah. then i felt something dangling by my arm. i looked down and HOLY CRAP my bra strap was hanging out of my sleeve! gah. it snapped, but i didnt feel it, so there it hung, waving merrily to strangers for god knows how long before i noticed. so, not having any other choice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111486981535696033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111486981535696033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111486981535696033' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111478775511001286</id><published>2005-04-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:15:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahah. weird brains we got. spermies swim swim swim along. what do they do? they cheer of course.The Sperm CheerEverywhere we goPeople want to knowWho we areWhere we come fromSo we tell themWe are from Ding DongMighty mighty Ding DongSexy sexy Ding Dong[insert own adjectives] Ding DongGooOOooo DING DONG!!!Embryo replyEmbryo bomb,Embryo bomb,Embryo bomb to spermy bomb!Spermno replyEmbryoBOO SAMA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111478775511001286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111478775511001286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478775511001286' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111469751981191757</id><published>2005-04-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:11:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took the disc test again. i'm a C, as expected, but i've become more I.CONGRATS NANYANG VOLLEYBALL GIRLS &amp; GUYS!!! you guys rock. we rock. nyehehhe. i hope all the j1s will get to see the finals. the cheering was fun. i have no voice now, and i think nadz managed to reduce the lifetime of my eardrums by half by screaming so fucking loud i couldn't hear anything and could only feel my eardrums </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111469751981191757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111469751981191757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111469751981191757' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111452718646351085</id><published>2005-04-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:53:06.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my head's spinning. my box is torn. what is wrong and what is right? talk to me, i'm begging you. before i fall off the face of this earth. please help me, save me, the quicksand is killing me.lethargy. whatever happened to combat baby? all the angst, a bunch of cowards. i can't be bothered, there is more to life than picking on one's words.but still it hurts, and i can only sit, cowering in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111452718646351085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111452718646351085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111452718646351085' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111444257476355542</id><published>2005-04-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:22:54.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was quite productive today. started the day feeling burned out, cos i slept at 2 am doing the damn pi. so woke up late, sis sent me to sch. had 3 phy tutorials to do by today as well as complete the damn pi, and i only had a 1 1/2 hr break to do it, so i skipped econs lecture. however, was completely unproductive during all the breaks as i ended up talking with people. was fun though. only got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111444257476355542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111444257476355542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444257476355542' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111426812348940542</id><published>2005-04-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:00:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bloggerdeebloggerdeeblog.i'm supposed to be doing my poster now. but since i'm such a procrastinator, despite having nothing much to do online, i still refuse to get my ass off this chair.so i decided to blog.crushes are fun. they keep life interesting.you know. i wonder why other people listen to the type of music they listen to. like what compels you to suffocate your brain cells by listening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111426812348940542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111426812348940542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111426812348940542' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111418711477593871</id><published>2005-04-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:25:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>turns out my blogger is not in spanish, it's in french. that makes it so much better, like i can totally understand since french is practically my mother tongue. hah. and it's not just blogger, it's my whole internet explorer. yippee. at least sometimes it swings back to english so i have a clue as to what i'm doing.this past week was tiring. days were long but passed by fast. i think everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111418711477593871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111418711477593871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418711477593871' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111397694661637531</id><published>2005-04-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T14:02:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh hello. i'm in computing class right now. this will most probably be the last time i ever sit in computing class, as i plan to see my teacher after this and drop this goddamned subject. been pretending to type codes everytime the teacher walks past.dumi's dead? nooooo. he's fat and happy and alive somewhere in a nice big house with all his needs attended to.questions that cannot be answered. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111397694661637531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111397694661637531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111397694661637531' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111391977554420324</id><published>2005-04-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:09:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>huh. my blogger is in spanish. well if that ain't the shit.brain's been too lazy and off to think. i don't know what's wrong. i think my brain went into another box. hahah. it's definitely not in the box that i am in. today i said something which i thought was perfectly legible and normal, it was only when zu, nadz and liyana told me that i had actually said "takeldelgebidebuk" or something that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111391977554420324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111391977554420324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111391977554420324' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111348336567208063</id><published>2005-04-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:56:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am terrified. i wonder if i'll have the guts to pull it off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111348336567208063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111348336567208063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348336567208063' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111340342208855813</id><published>2005-04-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:43:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.i wasn't prepared for this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111340342208855813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111340342208855813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111340342208855813' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111331668021997878</id><published>2005-04-12T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:38:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mak oi. don't they read my profile? did it not clearly state that i do not want to meet anyone from malaysia?? no offence to malaysians out there but i'm tired of mat malaysias who keep msg-ing me in broken english. and keep going "mangaaiiii". WTF is "mangai"?? gaaaarrrghh.i am boring as well as bored. haiz. at the bus stop just now, some old datok looked at me the same way he would have looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111331668021997878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111331668021997878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331668021997878' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111306544137572308</id><published>2005-04-10T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:50:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life rocks. hahah. i just found $100 that i had stashed away and forgotten about. =D i better stash it away and forget about it again, before i spend it all. wooots~!. $100 closer to my bass guit. oh joy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111306544137572308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111306544137572308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306544137572308' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111304504061704745</id><published>2005-04-09T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T19:51:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. was bored, played with photoshop.nothing special here.i was so happy when i figured out how to do this, but uh, still not very gd at it. it sucks actually.looks like a painting, doesn't it?and this is my personal fave. =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111304504061704745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111304504061704745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111304504061704745' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111302669682111984</id><published>2005-04-09T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:04:56.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><summary type='text'>This is a test post from Photobucket.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111302669682111984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111302669682111984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111302669682111984' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111297934388163282</id><published>2005-04-09T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:55:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm tired. i wish i was good at something. i hate being so mediocre at everything. but that's ok. maybe that's my talent, being mediocre.Please don't make me cryI'm just like youI know you knowI'm just like youSo leave me alone.i'm in love. syaf, please thank scruffy for me. =) . music is keeping me sane.haiz. don't try that shit with me. i'm not like my mum.music please. take me to another world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111297934388163282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111297934388163282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297934388163282' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111296870112024047</id><published>2005-04-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:58:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wonder how/where dumi is. i miss him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111296870112024047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111296870112024047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296870112024047' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111278621377945930</id><published>2005-04-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:20:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cheerleading rocks lor! hahahaha right. it's okay la, i went for the orientation just now, everyone was friendly and nice so it was quite fun. not sure if i'll be staying there though. i definitely won't get picked for the team so it's pretty pointless. and the skirt? hah my underwear is more decent.i'm happy today. i got ct nominated for council =D. though i suspect hwee xiang changed the votes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111278621377945930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111278621377945930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111278621377945930' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111266129130072160</id><published>2005-04-05T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:34:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh helloooo. check out the time of this post. i'm at home. cos i woke up late and couldn't be bothered to hurry to school only to be hurried across the field by mr haniss. nyehh. i only skipped pw today. and my next lesson is at 11.10 soooo i'm taking my time. =Dstill, i feel so bad. *slaps self* "no more ponning after this!! it's not the pae anymore. NO MORE PONNING!" hahhaha yeah as if that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111266129130072160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111266129130072160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111266129130072160' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111245132165352085</id><published>2005-04-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:15:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i think this cycle never endswe slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb againand it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worththe squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.i'm tired. i wonder how many times we have to go through this. i'm glad that at least you now know just how much i hate you. i found myself fantasizing about what if you were to die. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111245132165352085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111245132165352085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111245132165352085' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111227500010284172</id><published>2005-03-31T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:16:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish people would be happy all the time. please be happy. cause i get sad when people are sad and there's nothing i can do to make them feel better.i'm quite happy now, cause i like my class and i just found out that i'll be doing graphic animation in computing. whee!!! and the thought of getting into council makes me happy. and i am going to cut my own hair cause i hate all hairdressers. and i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111227500010284172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111227500010284172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227500010284172' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111218742608304553</id><published>2005-03-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:57:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's time to go into the box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111218742608304553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111218742608304553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111218742608304553' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111218371312699806</id><published>2005-03-30T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:55:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my brain keeps going "racacacacacacah.. racahcahcahcah!" and "go away. leave me alone." for absolutely no reason.i hope everything will get better. it has to.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111218371312699806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111218371312699806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111218371312699806' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111217775144942282</id><published>2005-03-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:15:51.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my sis has managed to fixed her laptop. yay! now i can listen to dcfc on my poddy.i hope i'll be able to catch up in everything. i ponned computing just now cos i was too scared to go in alone. yeah, i know, stupid. but just wasn't up to facing a class full of strangers and plus, i was late and there were no more chairs. i have 2 new topics to study and i've basically forgotten everything in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111217775144942282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111217775144942282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111217775144942282' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111201098152733986</id><published>2005-03-28T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T19:56:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel stupid and inadequate now. self-esteem's been plunging over the past few days and has finally disappeared into the dark murky depths of nothingness. never to be seen again. hmm. oh no. it go. it gone. bye bye. i wonder how my mind works. it confuses me at times when i'm thinking about school and scenes from moulin rouge pop up.i hope the next 2 years won't be a long drawn-out version of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111201098152733986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111201098152733986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111201098152733986' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111185545110124743</id><published>2005-03-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:44:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hope http://home.graffiti.net/igneousrock/transparency.html this guy becomes our next PM. his letter should get published in the straits times, because the education system is seriously fucked up. i read this letter and i felt like hugging him. and i hope many others read his letter and don't give up simply because of a screwy education system that closes your mind and kills your spirit.i hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111185545110124743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111185545110124743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111185545110124743' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111176738315053752</id><published>2005-03-26T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:16:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohoh. just found a new love. back on a high. oooohhh joooyy..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111176738315053752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111176738315053752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176738315053752' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111175940238701720</id><published>2005-03-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:03:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. forget it. i keep deleting my entries, and when i finally wanted to post one my comp shut down on me. dammit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111175940238701720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111175940238701720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111175940238701720' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111168142347393889</id><published>2005-03-25T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:23:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh freak la. just one day i come home late and i find that my dad has somehow managed to download 5 of those crappy-assed internet programmes and now i keep getting these fucking pop-ups. and when i questioned him he acted all innocent. "no laa.. i didn't do anything. i only closed the pop-ups."  uh-huh. so who else used the damned comp then? what? got momok computer? my nephew came and dl-ed all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111168142347393889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111168142347393889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168142347393889' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111167970655313039</id><published>2005-03-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:55:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel unsettled. and my stomach feels weird.i wish i could write and publish what i really want to say on this blog. but i always end up typing out whatever's on my mind and then deleting it. oh well, it helps to get it out somewhere anyway.orientation is over. yay. the costume party thingy was a disappointment for me. they played horrible songs and switched off the fans.  like, yippeee~  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111167970655313039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111167970655313039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111167970655313039' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111158860197831246</id><published>2005-03-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T22:36:41.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm happy. cos there's good music blasting out my speakers and i'm downloading even more good music so i'll have loads of good music and i'm a very happy girl. listening to loads of gd music is like being cuddled by a nice soft blanket for me.  hmm. you know what. i think indie gets me high. i'm high now. bet you couldn't tell... whahahahahaha.though i must say, i don't really like orientations. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111158860197831246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111158860197831246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158860197831246' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111144991811490852</id><published>2005-03-22T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:05:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7.58. 2 more minutes before i know which jc skirt i'll be wearing. nyahah. i'm bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111144991811490852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111144991811490852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111144991811490852' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111142092151513246</id><published>2005-03-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:02:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i removed the song. was getting sick of the multiple hangs.damn my comp. made me stare at html codes for an extra 20 min. bah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111142092151513246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111142092151513246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111142092151513246' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111140977147406864</id><published>2005-03-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:56:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay. finally got around to making a new template. was messing around with photoshop. erghh. it's irritating though. the white boxes are supposed to be translucent, but for some reason, it's not. the code is right, i checked it dozens of times. whyyyy.. or maybe my comp is just screwing with me. are the white boxes translucent? can u see the chimp's face? grrr. this is irritating me. hours spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111140977147406864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111140977147406864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111140977147406864' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111126165065150986</id><published>2005-03-20T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T03:56:28.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tikka tikka tikka. i wonder why i'm still up.i think i'm developing a fetish for indie guys. and friendster's a bitch. i can't see the testimonial which my oh-so-sweet cousin had written for me, despite me blocking him and his bro on msn for weeks. SHHHHH. MAHIRA. OI. DON'T TELL. just found it a bit tiring cos convos ALWAYS start with "why u still awake?" or "wat time u sleeping?". once or twice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111126165065150986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111126165065150986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111126165065150986' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111107900899578107</id><published>2005-03-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:03:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>syaf: Inspiration is all it takes.nadia:*nods head*  Yes, with inspiration you can do anything.LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO. ahahahahhahahahaha.. no idea what was going through our heads. when under scrutiny you just end up doing the weirdest things.anyway, forgot to blog about something that made me happy today. songs by one of my  favourite bands were played on the speakers at esplanade. and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111107900899578107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111107900899578107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107900899578107' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111106621433160835</id><published>2005-03-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:30:14.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are not camwhores, and will never be. what we are, are founders of sprawlers inc., an organization where weird people with an interest in photography and doing weird stuff in public come together.  if you are interested in joining, please contact either one of us [syaf or nadia]. our policy is simple, if we like you, we'll keep in touch. if we dont, dont expect to see us anytime soon.heh. went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111106621433160835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111106621433160835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111106621433160835' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111091051916415888</id><published>2005-03-16T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:15:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. got very very sick of the old template so had to change. this is only temporary, i'll make another one when i don't have a headache and my ass is not asleep. head hurts, ass is sore, eyes feel weird and body is worn out. could have gone to sleep hours ago, but noooo. despite the headache my stubborn brain forced me to stare at html codes for half an hour to change this damn thing.been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111091051916415888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111091051916415888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111091051916415888' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111074451520794612</id><published>2005-03-14T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:10:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe. i am simply euphoric. *grins widely* told you i wldn't be able to sleep. this has got to be the best feeling in the world. aaaaaahh.. floating around high above cloud 9. i think that when i finally do fall asleep, it will be with a huge grin on my face. *grins and floats away*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111074451520794612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111074451520794612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111074451520794612' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111072304858352740</id><published>2005-03-13T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:13:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>=D i'm a happy happy girl. sitting on cloud 9. why, you ask? well, first off i got a pair of sneakers. secondly, i got a new keybrd, so no more nasty encounters with dust bunnies under the comp table when i have to plug/unplug the damn keybrd.laaaaastly....prepare to see green..introducing my new best friend, poddy!i'm sorry, i'm a happy little freak right now. so happy i think i won't be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111072304858352740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111072304858352740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072304858352740' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111070007556092924</id><published>2005-03-13T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:47:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re-read my prev post. am definitely pms-ing. hurhur.uhmm. k, i updated! hahah byeeeee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111070007556092924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111070007556092924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111070007556092924' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111055192198810147</id><published>2005-03-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:38:41.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm fed-up with my life. today is whiny me day. so sick of the endless lectures from my parents. my dad has the inate ability to piss me off just by saying 2 words. my mum has been looking at me like i'm the root of all problems, my sis has been blaming me for my mum's distress, my nephew is a total brat and my dad thinks i'm a total bitch cause i refuse to give in to my nephew's demands and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111055192198810147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111055192198810147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111055192198810147' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111054634890742249</id><published>2005-03-11T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:05:48.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>huhoo. i'm bored. went to esplanade after sch. sprawled here and there at the steps outside marina square before heading to milleniawalk to eat. back to esplanade. we wandered around and went to the skaters/breakers place. sprawled again, playe the PSST game and truth or dare. the dares were funny and often very embarassing. i had to go up to each person there and point and say a number loudly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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signed into blogger on the home comp.big thanks to everyone for their concern. hahah. i'm ok now. today was very peaceful. basically went to sch and skipped maths tutorial and phys prac. turns out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111034904934821996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111034904934821996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034904934821996' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111028184684556431</id><published>2005-03-08T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:37:26.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my prev entry got erased. i'm glad it did cause it was a tad too personal.today was bad bad bad. i come up with the lamest excuses at times. "sand got into my eye". ahahha. *waves at nadz*.  it was so freaking hard to smile and talk normally. people from my class were like "why are you so sad?" hahahhaha. thank god i didn't suddenly start bawling my eyes out at the netball court. all i felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111028184684556431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111028184684556431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028184684556431' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111021124496784931</id><published>2005-03-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:00:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111021124496784931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111021124496784931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021124496784931' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111012063700722831</id><published>2005-03-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:50:37.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i realised that i sound like a rich bitch in the last entry. hahaha. the ones who have to choose between building a swimming pool or a basketball court in their backyard, and end up settling with half a pool and a half-court.anyway, i had to choose one as my reward for doing quite well in Os. but i think the ipod got sold already, and i'm not sure if i want to sucker that much money off my mum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111012063700722831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111012063700722831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012063700722831' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111004883848837796</id><published>2005-03-06T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:53:58.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should i get an ipod mini at $300 or should i get a bass guit instead? waaaarghh. stabucks, please call. please.maybe i can just ask for an allowance 3 mths in advance and proceed to starve for the next 3 mths.ipod. bass. ipod. bass. ipod. bass. i want both of them equally badly. nyaaa. i hate making decisions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111004883848837796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111004883848837796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111004883848837796' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-111004222640094722</id><published>2005-03-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:08:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>extremely amused right now.oooh. today was a great day. wheehee. went to pasir ris park to celebrate zu's birthday and we stayed till ard 9.40, though nadz and siti had to go off earlier. what laa.. the later parts were damn fun. hahahhaha. liyana slenger. tergolek from the ride and just sprawled on the grd laughing like some mad idiot. hmm. liyana hazri and siti sang for us as the sun set. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111004222640094722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/111004222640094722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111004222640094722' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110999315688118841</id><published>2005-03-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:43:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheehee. LMAO.ahahhahahahah. oh craaap. my stomach can't take it anymore.. wahhhahahahahah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110999315688118841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110999315688118841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110999315688118841' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110995620106005854</id><published>2005-03-05T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:10:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh. forgot to uh update. heheh. woke up late, was supposed to meet zu nadz and hazri at 9, but i woke up 9.02. ahah. so abandoned jc-crashing and instead went to hmv with syaf. ooooh. laughed like mad. hahahha.. syaf did that micheal jackson thing and we were laughing so hard we had to squat. then we made fun of hilary duff and ashlee simpson and britney spears. everytime we say them we'ld go "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110995620106005854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110995620106005854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995620106005854' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110995371805071702</id><published>2005-03-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:28:38.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love interactive drawing. nyahahhaha.collaboration of syaf and nadia! prepare to be knocked right off your feet at the amazing sight your eyes are about to ravage!wahahha. k. uhm. yeah.hehe. annas. ahahhahaha.i like the barney.cannibal village! yups. my dream home.wahahahhaha.rollerblading is fun, if only i dont have such a great fear of falling i'ld be able to get the hang of it. was cursing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110995371805071702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110995371805071702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995371805071702' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110986898155856924</id><published>2005-03-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T01:18:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahahahahhahaha. bernice is stuck online. she can't switch off her comp. roflmao!!! ahahhahahahahahha..oh dear. can't find my retainer. damn.. i hope my mum didn't throw it away. ergh shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110986898155856924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110986898155856924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986898155856924' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110986779857325672</id><published>2005-03-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T09:39:55.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the deadline extended to mon. yay. more time for me to ruminate over which jc i should go to. wahah. ajc is definitely out. me and zu went there just now and we were practically crying and begging to be back in ny. the only thing nice about the sch was the huge longkang outside. other than that.. sheesh. for the toilets, they might as well just put a pail there, cos the toilet was just a hole in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110986779857325672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110986779857325672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986779857325672' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110974091468098903</id><published>2005-03-02T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:21:54.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hope i get into vjc. i'm gonna appeal like mad. not sure if i would want to appeal through choir though. if i don't get into vjc.. i dont know where i can go. maybe i'll just settle down and become a boring mugger in ajc. maybe i'll end up staying in ny. damn. i hate making decisions. i hate lectures that come during decision-making time even more. my mum must have lectured me for 1 whole hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110974091468098903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110974091468098903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974091468098903' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110969544918674007</id><published>2005-03-02T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:56:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck blogger. bende haram tak gune.argh. pissy pissy mood. waaaaaaarrrghhhhhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110969544918674007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110969544918674007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969544918674007' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110959873922670731</id><published>2005-02-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:52:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got 12 raw. i did better than i expected. haaah. that's gd i suppose, but it's so fucked up cos now my mum wants me to appeal to either njc or vjc through choir. i'm ok with appealing, just not the auditioning bit. it's shit scary man. it's just me a a panel of judges in one room, and i'm expected to sing well and hit all the notes. argh. like do or die. and thing is, i'll be putting myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110959873922670731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110959873922670731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110959873922670731' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110951543600409636</id><published>2005-02-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:43:56.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't see my blog. bugger. i won't blog about gpa, since nadz and zu have basically said all there is to say about it.shit. was forced to think about results. my mum la.. first thing in the morning and she was already going on about how i must go to a top 5 jc. don't care how far, don't care science or arts stream, as long as it's a top 5 jc. and when i mentioned poly she basically rattled off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110951543600409636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110951543600409636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110951543600409636' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110935009649748756</id><published>2005-02-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:48:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. i miss my gorillaz songs. wonder if they have any new songs out. and should i get their cd? it's only $15.90 at hmv. if i don't eat for 3 days i cld get the cd. i need to go cd shopping before i spend all my money on food and other junk. oh crap. just when am i going to start saving up for my bass guit. i spend money as soon as i get it. i have a very dismal cd collection.oohoohoo. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110935009649748756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110935009649748756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110935009649748756' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110934548938034788</id><published>2005-02-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:31:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. gpa is tomorrow. how exciting.the past few days have been full of talk about results. i'm at that point where it's just the normal anticipation you get when waiting for class test results, which basically means that i don't actually care anymore. i've done all the fretting and moodswings a week ago, and that's enough. i just want my results so that i can quickly come to a decision about my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110934548938034788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110934548938034788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934548938034788' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110908869826185256</id><published>2005-02-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:11:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. uploading photos is such a pain in the ass. i've only managed to upload 9 photos in the space of 3 hrs. dumb comp and stupid fucked up server. gah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110908869826185256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110908869826185256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908869826185256' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110907802054971108</id><published>2005-02-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:13:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheeeeee. today was such fun. i decided to skip sch today, and i think it was one of the best decisions i've made in the past few mths. slept in till 10. woots. went to town to lunch with syaf and jx, yati cldn't make it cos the slenger bacin got caught while climbing the gate. hahahha.lunch was fun. i wish it could have lasted longer. i was finally free to bitch as much as i wanted without being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110907802054971108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110907802054971108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110907802054971108' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110900637073230848</id><published>2005-02-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:19:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm. wondering if i should skip sch today. or should i just skip wed and thurs? or all 3? decisions decisions. i think i'll just go with skipping on wed and thursday. cos there's PT on thursday. today's pe shld be fun. i think i'm gonna be late for school again. i hope ms jeeva is still sick. may her cough get worse or sth. hahah. i'm so evil.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110900637073230848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110900637073230848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110900637073230848' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110899464766799848</id><published>2005-02-21T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:04:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad is a bastard. i hate his guts. and there i was thinking that i could start to respect him once again. hah right.painting my nails black. this is fun. it's hell trying to paint your nails perfectly with your left hand though. i'm gonna paint my toenails after this, since i have nothing better to do and have no intention of doing my maths tutorial. today is my oldest sister's birthday. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110899464766799848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110899464766799848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899464766799848' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110882869578069275</id><published>2005-02-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:46:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. i'm back again, because i have no life. this would be my 3rd entry for the day. feeling much happier about results, thanks to nizam. hahah. we made a deal [i'm putting it on my blog so he can't back out. nyahah], if i get below 10 i have to treat him to ice cream, if i get above 15 he'll have to treat me. hahahhaha. oh dear. now im actually hoping that i'll get above 15. hahahah. yays. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110882869578069275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110882869578069275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110882869578069275' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110881815522982869</id><published>2005-02-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:53:55.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is the kitten. it's name is Eko, due to the insistence of my sis on naming it after the place where she found it, ie, the eco garden. though she actually found it in the compost heap near the eco garden, so a more specific name wld be compost. then the cat would never forget it's roots, or where it belongs. hah. i'm crapping. anyway, the kitten is so cuuute. it was sleeping on my lap, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110881815522982869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110881815522982869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110881815522982869' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110874726848582780</id><published>2005-02-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:21:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yest was a fun day. did nothing in school, got caught trying to sneak out. after sch we crashed nadz's house, went to yjc carnival shit and back to sch for dikir. dikir practice ended at 7.30, after which we all ate dinner at sakura. reached home at 10. and pengsan-ed for 2 hrs.  first slept on my mum's bed, then i got kicked out after 1 hr. so i went to my sis's bed. hahahha when she found me 1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110874726848582780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110874726848582780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874726848582780' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110864967639339905</id><published>2005-02-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:27:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he spilt his urine yesterday night. then he called me and told me that he had spilt his pee in such a calm tone one would have assumed he was talking about the weather. i switched on the light and stood staring at the dark, still puddle. he got irritated and raised his voice. i continued staring, wondering how i was supposed to clean it up. in the end she had to do it.i'm worn out. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110864967639339905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110864967639339905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864967639339905' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110848041531305651</id><published>2005-02-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:13:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eeeeeeeeeee. omg. WTF??? 6 m'sian mats. waaaarghhh. SIX. WHAT THE HELL????? eeeeeeeeyergh. this is so fucked up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110848041531305651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110848041531305651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848041531305651' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110847951067603157</id><published>2005-02-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:58:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pe was damn fun. shahidan was hilarious. he kept screaming as if he was being raped. other than that, the day simply crawled along. everyone was lethargic. in econs i think everyone looked so stoned the teacher finally gave in and ordered us to go to the toilet to wash our faces. dikir cancelled. i think its pointless. only 8 pple know the full steps, and we've never practiced everything in full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110847951067603157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110847951067603157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110847951067603157' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110837879176672043</id><published>2005-02-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:59:51.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mum keeps forcing me to eat. all i want to do is to sleep away the next 2 weeks.sorry i got slightly moody at the end. just that i don't see why i should bother keeping a smile on my face the whole time when everyone just throws their moodswings around like nobody's business.tired of all the shitty responsibilities. tired of all the high expectations. tired of all the dreams everyone has for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110837879176672043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110837879176672043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837879176672043' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110831030934464243</id><published>2005-02-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:11:20.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an early Happy Valentine's Day going out to all those who celebrate it, and a Wonderful Friendship Week to those who don't. i think people who don't have it better. i mean, we're celebrating a whole week.oh buzz off. i'm trying to make myself feel better.ooohooohoooo. got 4/4 blog. but dammit. it has an anime skin and a chinese song. and the guy who put up the blog is an indian. weirdo. soooo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110831030934464243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110831030934464243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831030934464243' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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-6376334.post-110813285046452621</id><published>2005-02-11T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:40:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is not the bg that i mentioned in my prev entry. THAT one turned out ugly. so along came this one. been feeling depressed lately so i needed something bright to perk me up.  hurh. k. took me ard 30 min to draw the bg. hahahha. i am such a retard. but i like the sheep. right now, my head is blank. today was a gd day. i got 3 kitkats. :D i think teachers have it in for me. sheesh. it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110813285046452621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376334/posts/default/110813285046452621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qwerks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110813285046452621' title=''/><author><name>Nadia Frenger</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></feed>
