<?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-6059567</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:42:03.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sherlyn's musings.</title><subtitle type='html'>this is where i liberate my mind and free my soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sherlyn</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>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059567.post-112065200738897890</id><published>2005-07-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:13:27.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO ALL! Hahahaha. I'm only updating because i am bored. (: Don't expect frequent updates because i'm not that free actually. PRELIMS ARE IN TWO MONTHS! fuck. I'm so dead. I don't like organic chem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/112065200738897890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/112065200738897890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112065200738897890' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110872464663711554</id><published>2005-02-18T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:04:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. :) did you guys miss me? haha. i like typing on michelle's iBook. the keyboard makes a nice tik tiak sound. xD school has been pretty alright for me. except that i can't hit the A1s that i need to get my butt into hwa chong. i keep missing it by a few marks. damn. I DONT WANT A2s - i want A1s!!!! well, i can sacrifice my life for now and turn into a full fledged nerd. then i can set my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110872464663711554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110872464663711554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110872464663711554' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110580259267518846</id><published>2005-01-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:23:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // fields of gold :: eva cassidyfeeling // DAMN tired.Hello all. I am back - after ten million years. I am tired. Went out for lunch with cherie today. :) It was fun. I must pretend to be an earthworm.Met kevin and his friend. . nick or something like that. HE LOOKS LIKE JUDE LAW!! But jude law still looks better. Yeah, went shopping for presents. And that's my life in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110580259267518846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110580259267518846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110580259267518846' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110300671176313541</id><published>2004-12-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T14:50:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the voice within :: christina aguilerafeeling // zzzz.The Voice Within - Christina AguileraYoung girl, don't cryI'll be right here when your world starts to fallYoung girl, it's all rightYour tears will dry, you'll soon be free to flyWhen you're safe inside your room you tend to dreamOf a place where nothing's harder than it seemsNo one ever wants or bothers to explain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110300671176313541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110300671176313541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300671176313541' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110282284407776293</id><published>2004-12-12T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T11:40:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // gun shotsfeeling // (e_e)Chalet's so boring that i'm at an arcade cum internet cafe blogging and watching ben, shaun and daniel play CS. The keyboard sucks. *prod* Then there's this game. . that produces this really high pitched scream. I miss my computer. I need to reformat it fast. Had mahjong last night. Pretty fun, although i was already half dead. (-o-)zZz.I'm thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110282284407776293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110282284407776293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110282284407776293' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110210925297660919</id><published>2004-12-04T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T05:36:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // angels :: jessica simpsonfeeling // hyped upWOO. Today's sleepover's been the best ever. Had our "prom" night before going for a home movie. Celebrate good life come on! xP Okay, i really have no blogging juices at this point in time. So i'll just do a cheet-cheet version.Dumpling: To be frankly, i don't really like you.Me: I want to be frankly with you too. I don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110210925297660919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110210925297660919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110210925297660919' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-110049177821368783</id><published>2004-11-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:54:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the way you look tonight :: frank sinatrafeeling // *\(^-^)/*Something tells me that i'm going to be stuck on this song like how i'm stuck on je t'attends. And coincidentally it's sent by the same person. Hmmm. Good choice of songs i say. :)YAY! I bought two skirts from dorothy perkins yesterday. I like them. :) And yes, to all those whose mouths are wide open - i bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110049177821368783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/110049177821368783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110049177821368783' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109990063531460340</id><published>2004-11-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:57:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // disney's fantillusion :: TKWOfeeling // peeved[rant]HOW COME THE SEC 2s AND 3s OF NEXT YEAR GET TO GO FOR CAP AND WE DON'T?!!?![/rant]Decided to pay a visit to sentosa on saturday with xf, mich, gab, jonathan, and da fan shu. It was pretty fun, my shoulders are burnt. Owchie. Didn't go much, swam a couple of laps. I prefer an olympic sized pool anytime. The seawater was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109990063531460340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109990063531460340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109990063531460340' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109954175398844110</id><published>2004-11-04T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:23:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // frozen memories :: tomoyasu hoteifeeling // (^-^)*Now i understand why ken says tomoyasu is god. *jaw drops in awe*Anyway, i'm in a pretty much good mood today despite running a temperature. Drama people would prolly know. MY WILDEST DREAM CAME TRUE! It was so hard to suppress the smile. Maybe i don't need voodoo, i just need to wish hard enough. HE CRIED - like omg. xD Aww, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109954175398844110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109954175398844110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109954175398844110' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109929840671504869</id><published>2004-11-01T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:47:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the rain outsidefeeling // -_-"First things first. TO all those taking O levels tomorrow. JIAYOU!!!! :) I'm rooting for you~ Fred you better ace it man. Let all the slogging you did pay off.Saw yann and jonathan lai at clementi during lunch today. It was a pleasant surprise. Especially jonathan lai. Haven't seen him in ages. Marcel, for then 10 millionth time I DON'T LIKE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109929840671504869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109929840671504869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109929840671504869' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109914399560882949</id><published>2004-10-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:58:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // blame it on the boogie :: daphne khoofeeling // bloated*burp* Half a bowl of ramen makes me feel three months pregnant. My stomach is definately shrinking or something. I'm starting to feel sick. Anyhow, I GOT TICKETS TO IDOL NEXT WEEK!! And i'm going with auddie. :) Maybe i'll see G there - but i doubt so.I hate it when people i don't know very well start following me around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109914399560882949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109914399560882949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109914399560882949' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109886680759416362</id><published>2004-10-27T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T16:46:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // accomplished but bleah.BOOYAH! I fixed my blogger template and revamped the whole thing. I still don't know who's that git of scum who deleted my blogskin and screwed the whole template up. *rolls eyes*Okay, today was meet the parents session. It went. . . pretty alright i guess. Miss wong didn't talk much - just the usual study hard yadda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109886680759416362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109886680759416362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109886680759416362' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109852004611115361</id><published>2004-10-23T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T16:27:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // love will find a way :: kenny lattimoorefeeling // crappy.I'm at michelle's house now. Went for the ACJC open house today - and i completed gloria's mission!! But i failed mine though. I didn't manage to find my dark horse. He wasn't at the bball court or bball cca booth!! :( Well, at least i get to see him on the bus every morning until the end of this year. When he takes his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109852004611115361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109852004611115361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109852004611115361' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109843702324093207</id><published>2004-10-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T18:22:39.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // harder to breathe :: maroon 5feeling // *argh*Well, i got back my results. It's horrible. I was so annoyed at myself i nearly hit my head against the wall. If someone were to pay me for every careless mistake i made in the math paper, I'D BE A TRILLIONAIRE AND BE ABLE TO RETIRE AT SIXTEEN. Yes, that's how bad it is. Somebody shoot me. But at least i topped the class for english</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109843702324093207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109843702324093207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109843702324093207' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109792684936373127</id><published>2004-10-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:40:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // chun zai zhe :: 5566feeling // rushedExams are over baby! But i've got the results to worry about. If i get a c6 for history i owe travis a movie. Hoho, like it'll ever happen. I bullsh*tted my way through the paper. But if i ever get a c6 i'm jumping for joy - nevermind the movie ticket. Haha.Went to the zoo yesterday with gab, mich and kris. Lol, i enjoyed myself a hell lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109792684936373127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109792684936373127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109792684936373127' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109714434356712790</id><published>2004-10-07T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:29:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the hi-5 song on tvfeeling // surprisingly perky.Maybe because of the nap i took just now. I was supposed to be studying geography! But my eyelids just weighed a tonne - did i get the spelling right? Must be the late night i had last night. I tried to sleep but i just couldn't. I spent about 3 hours tossing and turning in bed till i got so fed up and smsed songkai. Anyway, it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109714434356712790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109714434356712790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109714434356712790' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109704597914520781</id><published>2004-10-06T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:34:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // ramblings of that conceited sec 1 media club guyfeeling // annoyed.I might just brandish a kitchen chopper and slice his head off if i wasn't in the computer lab. Cocky brat.Well, yesterday we had some work experience talk and ALKTG was on of the participating companies. I really wanna go for the work experience and be an assistant coach BUT --- one of the camp days falls on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109704597914520781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109704597914520781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109704597914520781' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109696254016053845</id><published>2004-10-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:49:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // this love :: maroon 5feeling // stoned.Nicked this quiz from kenneth. I am a love geek - like o.O okaaaaay. And i make a good parent - HAHAHA! Cool.You are a RPIT--Reserved Practical Intellectual Taker.This makes you a Love Geek.Heh heh -- you love geek! You are weirdly sexy. It doesn't take people a long time to get to know you, but people *think* it takes a long time, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109696254016053845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109696254016053845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109696254016053845' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109687583258494955</id><published>2004-10-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:36:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to //feeling // snifflyHello all my ardent fans. :P I know you guys miss me and i haven't been coming online for a damn long time because my monitor has decided to blackout and go into coma. So i'll be blogging from school. Yep, therefore my posts won't be so frequent.Right, anyhow. I am getting pretty much annoyed with this stupid sec one media club guy. He's in charge of the lab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109687583258494955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109687583258494955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109687583258494955' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109662130069647426</id><published>2004-10-01T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:02:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // sensualite :: axelle redfeeling // sickArgh, i've got the sniffles and cough again. WHY DOES IT ALWAYS COME BEFORE SOMETHING IMPORTANT!?? End year exams are super around the corner. Gotta mug hard. Maybe my computer spoiling is a blessing in disguise. Yep, i'm blogging in school now. The computer lab's super noisy. I better scoot before mr lee comes in and screws everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109662130069647426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109662130069647426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662130069647426' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109620721225443416</id><published>2004-09-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:46:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // shine we are! :: BoA*feeling // tired.Just came back from wedding dinner. And i didn't enjoy it one bit - other than the red wine. :) They had pretty roses too. Had oral in the morning. I think i'm so gonna screw up my chinese. Die die die. But no use crying over spilt milk. Last but not least. . the most important person today is. . . TANG!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!HAPPY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109620721225443416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109620721225443416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109620721225443416' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109595353412880427</id><published>2004-09-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:41:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // she will be loved :: maroon 5feeling // comtemplativeJust had study skills booster session yesterday. I really needed it. The fire in me has just started to wane but now it's refuelled so amen. :) It'll bring me through my end year exams. I will get my results. Cherie mentioned today that being in the middle few classes, it's the hardest to finish the race. Because you're not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109595353412880427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109595353412880427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109595353412880427' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109578022767692217</id><published>2004-09-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:23:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // william tell overture :: mozartfeeling // empty.Sherlyn is a walking empty shell. Life has been going on and on in a vicious cycle. I wanted to blog more about it but i shall keep my entries light hearted lest i start ranting again. But hey, this is my blog. I can post whatever i want. I'm contradicting myself again. I'll livejournal the entry.The cow of a chankokyong found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109578022767692217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109578022767692217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578022767692217' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109568801891434992</id><published>2004-09-20T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T13:20:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // annoyedI'm rushing through my food and nutrition coursework now. MRS CHAN KOK YONG CAN JUST GO DIE. The thought of that cow just pisses me off. *rolls eyes* Still can't get over the fact that she lost my research and task analysis and denies that i didn't hand it up. The whole bloody class can be my eye witness. I even wrote my name on it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109568801891434992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109568801891434992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568801891434992' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109560686021462026</id><published>2004-09-19T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:25:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // blendedI'm having one helluva rollercoaster ride of feelings now.Met up with joyce and sammi at dover mrt to go for our auditions at the botanic gardens today. It was pretty nerve wrecking and i doubt that i'll get the role of joan because margot is so not me and i can't play the piano anyway. Played with a couple of dogs at the botanic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109560686021462026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109560686021462026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560686021462026' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109552190589770064</id><published>2004-09-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:38:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the way :: clay aikenfeeling // zoned outI think those around me would have noticed that the past few days i have been more or less a solitary person. I don't know why. Maybe it's the inferiority complex syndrome or ICS as i have coined. Need medication - need CHOCOLATE!Went rubbish picking for CIP today. It was pretty fun, i got a tan on my face again. (-_-) Sigh. Then my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109552190589770064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109552190589770064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552190589770064' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109521967289360610</id><published>2004-09-15T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:36:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // live @ global DJ broadcast :: markus schulzfeeling // tiredI cried again last night and now my eyes sting like mad in air conditioned rooms. Sigh, i'm getting pretty much demoralized by all the crass that's happening to me now. I left my wallet on the taxi yesterday and the company hasn't called. And there were real valuable stuff in there. *slaps myself* WHY AM I SO ABSENT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109521967289360610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109521967289360610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109521967289360610' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109517308437243820</id><published>2004-09-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T07:59:59.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // kneel before your god :: paul oakenfoldfeeling // lousy.Mrs chan should just curl up in the himalayas and die. She keeps going on and on saying that we don't show her our work. And when we do, she loses them and insists on that i didn't do my work. Like what the. . . .?! Life if really starting to screw up. UGH. Well, on the brighter side. . . Davin bought me the da vinci code </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109517308437243820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109517308437243820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517308437243820' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109509021171444240</id><published>2004-09-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T22:22:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // judge jules and tiesto live in dublin :: radio 1feeling // accomplishedI finished my homework! ph34r muh h0m3work skillz of d00m. &gt;.&lt; (I wrote a whole long paragraph after this but i deleted it by accident and i can't remember. Sorry guys.)My pretty pencil box. :)[edit/10.53pm]It's been a hell long time since i cried. My dad's being a real asshole now. First he is like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109509021171444240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109509021171444240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109509021171444240' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109500263585695600</id><published>2004-09-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:36:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // global dj broadcast :: sashafeeling // happy &amp; broke.I am so broke. Darn i spent so much today. Eeks. I bought a new pencilbox today from thunderbird. Then i went to flash and splash and saw a black roxy one. Which was nice. . . and cheaper. But the white billabong one caught my eye first. My new love of my life! It was love at first sight again. I just need to get my wallet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109500263585695600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109500263585695600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109500263585695600' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109486762066683614</id><published>2004-09-11T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T13:51:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // homelands essential mix :: dj tiestofeeling // cornyCorn soup totally pwnz. :) Ripped quiz from Xun but the html codes are screwed and i can't seem to post them. Growl. And the results pretty weird nyan~ First attempt said i'll get 100% and end up in VJC but got in illegally. o_O Second attempt said i'll end up in HCJC!! But only because i killed someone else and i need to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109486762066683614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109486762066683614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109486762066683614' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109482695898003638</id><published>2004-09-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:50:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // way out west :: ministry of soundfeeling // crampedThere is always a period of time in the month when i want to be a boy. Ugh, what a rip off.Had the last session of touch rugby today. I can play a proper game already! *beams* So cleverrr. I was majorly annoyed with certain individuals during touch rugby today. No, surprisingly ryann doesn't fall under the category today. I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109482695898003638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109482695898003638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482695898003638' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109457186830503365</id><published>2004-09-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:44:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // she will be loved :: maroon 5feeling // chipper.Today we did touch rugby! Lols. It was real fun. . . Our instructor was some acjc rugby guy who's quite cute. :p The name's mr cheong. Kinda reminds me of stanley from the back. Both are just as good looking but anyway that's beside the point. So, contact rugby is a tad bit confusing. All the forward pass blahblahblah. I've got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109457186830503365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109457186830503365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457186830503365' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109448806397721865</id><published>2004-09-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:27:43.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // sensualite :: axelle redfeeling // don't talk about it. I lost the love of my life today. . . The special one whom i fell in love with at first sight. The one with the healthy shade of pink on the even tan of the oh-so-perfect body. The one who carried the things that made me who i am, my self indentity. Carried the money that feeds me. Contained the sweet little messages that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109448806397721865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109448806397721865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448806397721865' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109439587759520976</id><published>2004-09-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T15:06:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // stop :: spice girlsfeeling // devastatedMY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! MY PRECIOUS LUSCIOUS LOCKS OF KERATIN! :( I went for a haircut today. Told the hairdresser to trim it. But instead she cuts like 2 inches off and thinned it. So now my ponytail has stunted growth and has a bad case of anorexia nervosa. *bawls* It took me almost half year to grow out my layers and now it's layered once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109439587759520976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109439587759520976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439587759520976' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109431147393849266</id><published>2004-09-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:24:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // leave right now :: will youngfeeling // spaced outI'm in the mood for pointless, slow, mellow songs. So what if will young is gay? As long as he can sing, char siew baos will have their red dots on the top. Correct. Last night was parents' night and i nearly went crazy. Some of the sec ones are really, really annoying nyan. I shan't mention any names but it's not a girl. So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109431147393849266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109431147393849266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109431147393849266' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109414035621898442</id><published>2004-09-02T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:52:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // bounce :: sarah connerfeeling // po0ped.Today's drama was real cool. We did armed combat; fencing in particular. I love it!! But i didn't get to use to foil though. I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO TOUCH IT DAMMIT. Everytime when i wanted to get it someone else will come and take it away so i gave up. Settled with my bamboo stick of doom which split into two after sparring with joyce a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109414035621898442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109414035621898442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109414035621898442' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109404971658979085</id><published>2004-09-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:41:56.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // where did our love go :: kimberly caldwellfeeling // joyous! ^^HARK, hear my cry of joy! HMV carries axelle red's face A face B!! But i gotta import it and it's gonna cost me $28.50. Any kind soul out there who is willing to sponsor me? It can be a belated birthday present. . . ? xD Or if you feel that you have done me wrong in someway or another and want to apologise or make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109404971658979085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109404971658979085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404971658979085' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109396478176692828</id><published>2004-08-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:06:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // concerto d'amore :: jacob de haanfeeling // stupid.NOW I KNOW WHAT I WANNA SAY ABOUT THE CRESCENT ARTS AWARENESS THING!!! Haha, the band played concerto d'amore for their showcase. xD It took me 3 days to figure out what i wanted to post. Extremely fast nyan? Anyway, was trying to stop bobbing my head to the music while doing hair braiding stall was beside the band stall. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109396478176692828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109396478176692828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109396478176692828' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109387922472506369</id><published>2004-08-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:20:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // go the distance :: clay aikenfeeling // smitten.Yes i am smitten, downright smitten with nicholas yong. I have twisted normality around my middle finger and everything about me is warped. &gt;_&lt; Bet mich went crazy with my fangirling antics during physics and samMi would prolly have killed me if she could. :p Well, i'm spasticated. Hey, but at least it's better than something and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109387922472506369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109387922472506369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387922472506369' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109378898164135205</id><published>2004-08-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:16:21.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // UK saturday warm up - live in dublin :: judge jules &amp; dj tiestofeeling // weird ; spasticI swear i remembered there was math homework written on the board but i've asked everyone on msn and they say there isn't. Then xiufeng said there was and gave me the questions. I felt like as if i've done it before like last week but xiufeng said we haven't. Something's wrong with me. Deja</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109378898164135205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109378898164135205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109378898164135205' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109370925048654896</id><published>2004-08-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:07:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // i still believe :: lea salongafeeling // :)I don't feel so fiery today. Hurhur. Went to Crescent Girls for some arts awareness day thinger. Art is blind - or so they say. Someone mistook me for a crescentian. Lolol. I still live up to my reputation. I should just transfer to crescent la hor. But will i? NOOO WAY. I love fairfield way too much. I feel so patriotic, right. Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109370925048654896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109370925048654896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370925048654896' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109361781681830232</id><published>2004-08-27T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:43:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // superman :: 5ive for fightingfeeling // -_-"I've really got nothing to say about the whole group. I mean they just got a pep talk from their ex-prez and now it starts all over again. Is this whole thing going to continue in a vicious cycle? Talks after talks because they don't retain information that's being thrown at them straight in the face? It's great that some of them know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109361781681830232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109361781681830232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361781681830232' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109353326684921461</id><published>2004-08-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:14:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // reach :: gloria estefanfeeling // nervousGosh, today's audition was really nerve wrecking. I was so nervous i almost vomitted or something. The tension was really high and the pressure was horrible. My heart was palpitating at like 100000000 heartbeats a second or something. Gawd. Auditioned for SYF 2005. If you wanna know what FMSS is doing, you can ask me BUT i won't tell. :p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109353326684921461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109353326684921461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353326684921461' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109344516171775926</id><published>2004-08-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:46:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // sleepy.I sleep alot yet i feel sleep deprived. I still had my mood swings today. History test sucked. Headed to holland village after school to join the chus, yaps and ivy. I had my worst mood swings there. I hope i did a good job trying to conceal it - again. Wanted to get some chocolate to cheer myself up but Burger King had no hershey's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109344516171775926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109344516171775926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344516171775926' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109336073770977975</id><published>2004-08-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:35:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // for an angel :: PvDfeeling // pms-ishI had really bad mood swings today. I hope no one really noticed cos i was really trying to mask everything up. I don't recalling having a sugar high and then going into a state of sugar withdrawal. Well, actually i do know of one possible reason of the whole moodswing crap. ISABELLE. Omg, the horror of the name. -winces- For all who mind me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109336073770977975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109336073770977975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336073770977975' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109317853017068626</id><published>2004-08-22T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:42:10.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // falling :: lea salongafeeling // inspiredI feel inspired to study - surprise, surprise. So after 3 days with ramesh and cherie (pronounced sher-rie), my life has reached a turning point. Throughout the 3 days i have heard a hell lot of stories that made me either laugh till i cracked my sides, gasp in shock horror or teared. Learnt a couple of study, memory and speed reading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109317853017068626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109317853017068626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109317853017068626' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109284638168750101</id><published>2004-08-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T22:54:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // lousyThe only elixir that keeps me sane now other than my friends is axelle red - i know all you people who follow my entries are sick of me going on and on about how therapeutic(?) the song is. IT REALLY IS!! But right now, I might just break down and cry this very moment.Recently life has been nothing but cowdung every counting day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109284638168750101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109284638168750101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109284638168750101' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109266814985080155</id><published>2004-08-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T23:11:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // dreams :: the corrsfeeling // cursedSomewhere out there. . . someone really hates me. Having another bad day. I had a bad fortnight about a week ago. One week break ONLY!? I expected longer. So, what happened today?Had bad cramps in the morning and resulted in me being almost late for school. While chiong-ing into school and muttering curses along the way i tripped over this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109266814985080155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109266814985080155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266814985080155' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109250192762046733</id><published>2004-08-15T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T01:08:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // tvfeeling // agitatedI hate my dry cough!! I thought it was getting better - i THOUGHT. Now i can't sleep because of this stupid cough. Curse you to hell dammit. Coughing suxoxors.Watching swimming finals now. Rooting for mark phelps, ian thorpe and inge de bruijn. Wheeee, mark phelps just set a new world record for mens 400m individual medley. Wootx. Groovy. Right, i'll go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109250192762046733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109250192762046733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109250192762046733' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109241686675519528</id><published>2004-08-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:07:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // leave right now :: will youngfeeling // sick.I'm hooked onto will young now. Anyone has anymore will young songs to send me? =\ Hmmm, i wanted to blog about some rants i had in school today. But i've already simmered down and now i can barely remember what i wanted to say. Chinese test today SUCKED BIG TIME. People from my group you better study for the upcoming one. I flunked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109241686675519528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109241686675519528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109241686675519528' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109232250636789170</id><published>2004-08-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T22:55:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the way :: clay aikenfeeling // emptyI am an idealist. Everything i picture is perfect. To put it crudely, i'm deluded. So much for self reflection today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109232250636789170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109232250636789170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232250636789170' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109215069366329303</id><published>2004-08-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:32:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // angels :: robbie williamsfeeling // dead but thankful.[ o9o82004] right, i got disturbed at a bloody 6.30am in the morning because the damned resident's committee centre is blasting national day songs. yeah it's national day and all and we should be patriotic. . . but not at 6-bloody-30am in the morning, dammit.mmm. met the netballers at orchard and went down to clarke quay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109215069366329303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109215069366329303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215069366329303' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109181447654327025</id><published>2004-08-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T00:25:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // reflectiveI realised how much of a bitch i've been lately. I have finally seen the light, so thank you for giving me the best birthday present ever. Material gains will fade but values learnt will remain. Mmmm. Definately learnt to cherish the friendship. It's really appalling (sp?) to see how thick i can get.Had inter-class games today. .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109181447654327025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109181447654327025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181447654327025' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109171868850199549</id><published>2004-08-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:17:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // me against the music :: britney spears feat. madonnafeeling // intoxicated.A day before i turn sweet 16. I got an early present from tangy. A cake and present! Lolol. Got unexpected "present" too. Waaaaaah. . . song bo. Whatever lah.Had interclass games today. Knockout after two games. Waste my time only. Went back to drama - G came! :) You gotta love that guy man. Hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109171868850199549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109171868850199549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171868850199549' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109155535351383110</id><published>2004-08-04T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T01:49:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // true colours :: lea salongafeeling // vexedBloody murphy's law plagues me again. Why must it always be me, me, ME!!? It's so frickin' unfair. On monday it was raining cats and dogs and there was this massive traffic congestion outside school so i was almost late. The traffic light took so bloody long to change so i stood shivering like a tuning fork when hit. Okay, that's very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109155535351383110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109155535351383110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109155535351383110' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109133075608975338</id><published>2004-08-01T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T11:32:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // castle on a cloud :: les miserablesfeeling // burned outHey guys, i'm back from OBS!! Well, it turned out much better than i thought. Although the mosquitoes there were real evil. No matter how much you swat at them they'll come back and suck on your blood. I hope after we leave the devil will come and poke their blood filled asses with a pitchfork. Muahaha! Altogether 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109133075608975338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109133075608975338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109133075608975338' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109076810340289762</id><published>2004-07-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:08:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle red feeling // contemplative. east coast was nice. thanks chu. =) took some time off from the ugly real world and practice escapism. i'm going for OBS tomorrow. don't know whether it's a good thing or not. i hope i don't get brats for my watch mates and suffer the fate kenneth did. the poor lamb. yeah, i'll be going for a week. i'll miss &gt; .octisM. &gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109076810340289762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109076810340289762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109076810340289762' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109038295074316571</id><published>2004-07-21T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:43:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle red feeling // fked up. i'm feeling weird. it's almost like i'm standing on the outside looking in at all the people pass. i'm a silent pedestrian. i can see them - but they don't notice me. i can't wait till OBS when i'm in ubin without my handphone or computer so i can cut myself out from the rest of the world and not feel out of place. and i tire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109038295074316571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109038295074316571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109038295074316571' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109033490613654506</id><published>2004-07-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:48:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle red feeling // zombie-fied.   when you fall down, you gotta learn to laugh at yourself. unlike in singapore, when kids fall they cry and parents suddenly dash out from any part of the world where they may be and start comforting the child "oh it's okay. . don't cry". hug hug, kiss kiss. ah, get a life. children in singapore can do so much more, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109033490613654506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109033490613654506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033490613654506' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-109014752468464583</id><published>2004-07-18T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:45:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // the last night of the world :: lea salonga &amp; robert something (i can't remember)feeling // fatigued i'm lazy to type all the capital letters already. it's torture on my poor fingers. anyway, the silly little girl and the funny old tree play was successful!!! *prances around* but i've only got pictures on the second day because some irritating git decided to touch my camera and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109014752468464583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/109014752468464583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109014752468464583' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108981598902373294</id><published>2004-07-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:39:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // accidentally in love :: counting crowsfeeling // zombie-fied.Barely had a good rest last night. Was too worried about today. My coursework, ting xie, and what nots. But at least I managed to finish my homework! Bwahaha. So today, not as much bad luck anymore. . . Mrs Chan didn't ask for coursework, I miraculously knew all the words tested for ting xie!! Lucky me. :) Didn't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108981598902373294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108981598902373294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981598902373294' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108973343007193060</id><published>2004-07-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:43:50.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle red feeling // p0oped. Assumption is the mother of all fcuk ups. I'm starting to get the shivers for this friday's performance. Hope all goes well. Cor, yeah. . Change alright~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108973343007193060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108973343007193060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108973343007193060' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108956098520946757</id><published>2004-07-11T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:49:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // everytime :: britney spearsfeeling // singled outThings seem to be a little different between us now. I miss the times when we would call each other up and talk for hours on end. Is it because we're in different levels now? And the both of you are in the same class - therefore more bonding time, resulting in a closer friendship than compared to the one I have with you guys? *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108956098520946757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108956098520946757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108956098520946757' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108947099704651098</id><published>2004-07-10T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:49:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // little lamb :: performer unknownfeeling // tons lame. Right, mary had a leetle lamb. and it's fleece was as white as snow.[verse 1] Mary had a leetle lamb, leetle lamb, leetle lamb.Mary had a leetle lamb, it's fleece was white as snow. (woo!)[verse 2] Everywhere that mary went, mary went, mary went.Everywhere that mary went, the lamb was sure to go. (hoho!)Mary had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108947099704651098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108947099704651098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947099704651098' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108939226092490350</id><published>2004-07-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:57:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // tiredAnother late night run today. Didn't go as well as expected. . . G sat on a pen during our mock technical run. At first he was like real pissed. Then 10 seconds later he made quite a joke out of it. Need to project more cos Ms Thio couldn't hear us with the rain and all. The tree's growing got quite screwed so gotta work on that. And on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108939226092490350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108939226092490350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108939226092490350' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108929938608294452</id><published>2004-07-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:19:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listneing to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // cold.Yes, it's that song again - sue me. In case you're wondering, I don't get sick of it. :D I'm in my favourite sweater, wrapped popiah-style in my comforter but I'm still shivering slightly. What's the meaning of this man. Today, Joyce cried during drama today because of a "confrontation". I didn't expect it to turn out this way. Crikey. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108929938608294452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108929938608294452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929938608294452' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108921250239835609</id><published>2004-07-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:01:42.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // baby it's cold outside :: neptune's daughterfeeling // lame &amp; sick.I hate having a stuffed nose! Ugh, this sucks. Today, generally went quite well. Nothing much happened during school hours except that I did really well for my History test! *does victory dance* My mushroom soup made from scratch came out really well too. Whee! Three cheers to my Roux sauce. :)Almost half the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108921250239835609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108921250239835609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921250239835609' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108892888239725055</id><published>2004-07-04T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:30:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // happy!I love my tuition teacher! Waiyee said she'll ask her brother who's working in Paris to try and get Axelle Red's album for me!! :D Been a long time since I took one of those quiz thingums. So. . . What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by QuizillaTime heals all wounds. . . Hmmm, I think it doesn't. Time just teaches you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108892888239725055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108892888239725055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108892888239725055' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108886828721361835</id><published>2004-07-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T23:24:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // alone &amp; disappointedNo one's online. It's really quiet too. I really need someone to talk to now. Serena went to shower and never came back. Mich had stuff to do. So. . . it' just me, myself and I. Tomorrow's the last night of Hello Broadway!. Lotsa things I wanna write about but I don't think i can. Well, guess I'll be missing out on yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108886828721361835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108886828721361835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108886828721361835' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108858564579962587</id><published>2004-06-30T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:54:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // disney's fantillusion :: tokyo koseifeeling // sleepy. I'm in school blogging now. So noisy. gargh. Losing all my blogging juices. Anyway, yesterday's rehearsals were pretty alright. New choreography for us trees. We ended super late. At first we tried 3 runs in the PA room with all the lights, sounds and smoke machines. Sandra should really pay more attention. If she doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108858564579962587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108858564579962587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108858564579962587' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108834878095945365</id><published>2004-06-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:06:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // detatched.One of those nights when Je t'attends is the only song on my playlist and put on repeat 65536 times. I love it. &lt;3 Last day of the school holidays. I will be standing in school mumbling "Majulah Singapura" in 9 hours time. Got my new timetable too - and it's evil. Pure evil. Recess of half an hour, and you expect people to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108834878095945365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108834878095945365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834878095945365' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108818296452916218</id><published>2004-06-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T01:05:19.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // say you'll be there :: spice girlsfeeling // hyper! =DI mustmustmustmustMUST update today!!!! Squeeeeee! Nevermind the Spice Girls. Just felt like listening to them suddenly. Haven't listened to them in aeons man. Just came back from The Chinese High production 'Of Trees and Boys'. Genre of physical theatre - pretty cool I say. The first play, 'The Giving Tree' done by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108818296452916218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108818296452916218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108818296452916218' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108809205001021235</id><published>2004-06-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:47:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // i believe :: fantasia barrinofeeling // sleepy"Soldier take shuzhi put under a pot and put water place ginsher and lynzhi and leave to simmer." - Wise Old Sage Xun.Eating yoghurt now. I got my petit miam already! Muahaha. =) Reminds me of that whole paragraph bout that yoghurt picture. Something to do with the angle of the spoon, volatility(sp?) and the microorganisms. Hurhur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108809205001021235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108809205001021235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809205001021235' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108793763161750113</id><published>2004-06-23T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T04:53:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // The Prayer :: Josh Groban &amp; Charlotte Churchfeeling // Cold.My toes are freezing and I'm getting goosebumps. Over at Kat's place with Celina again. . . I think it's gonna be somewhat our last get together thinger. When Kat goes over to the States I think I'm definately gonna miss it. Sigh, memories. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time to relive all the past memories. But if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108793763161750113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108793763161750113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108793763161750113' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108770385814434068</id><published>2004-06-20T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:58:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // hakuna matata :: timon &amp; pumbaafeeling // mighty pissedIt is now 11.42am, I wait for the moment when his royal foot touches Singapore. And when I see him in school, I SWEAR I WILL LASH AT HIM. You bloody good-for-nothing, irresponsible stage manager. G specifically told you to inform the cast and crew details for the following rehearsals but NOOOOOOOOOOO. You fly off to some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108770385814434068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108770385814434068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108770385814434068' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108740580868798316</id><published>2004-06-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:10:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // Atlantis Princess :: BoAfeeling // high!Just got back from the juniors' chalet at Chevrons. Lol, turned out to be quite fun. Met Mokxy at Buona MRT station before walking to Aud's place. Stood at the traffic light for like. . . damn super long because we forgot to press the button. (-_- )* Aud's dad sent us to Chevrons. Nice place, though the chalet was pretty small. Got the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108740580868798316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108740580868798316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740580868798316' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108670846139437954</id><published>2004-06-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:27:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARGHHHH. sometimes my dad pisses me off big time. just finished ranting. feel much better now. got a load of my chest and i'm feeling. . . less fiery. thanks ken. =)the first full run of SLGFOT went real bad today. think G, renee, pang and hia are disappointed in us. this is so demoralising. well, WO REN!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108670846139437954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108670846139437954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108670846139437954' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108645299270456324</id><published>2004-06-06T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:29:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // Angel Eyes :: Jim Brickmanfeeling // EvilSLGFOT production is taking it's toll on me. I'm more irritable and tend to snap easily. =||||| My arms hurt too. Thanks to being the tree. I've got a solo line in the Irish song and solo scene too. Is that good or bad? Hmmm. . . Hope I don't scare the audience away with my freaky voice. I think the crows will just drop dead once it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108645299270456324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108645299270456324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645299270456324' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108622385152036241</id><published>2004-06-03T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T08:51:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // Lascia Ch'io Pianga :: Charlotte Churchfeeling // ContemplativeI went to sleep with a contemplative mind and hoping that it'll rain. I woke up with a contemplative mind and it's raining!! I love the dark clouds, the lightning, but the thunder. . . not really. This really feels good. But it's freezing cold. Brrr* Well, the sacrifices you make for the things you love. =) I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108622385152036241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108622385152036241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622385152036241' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108590267047435395</id><published>2004-05-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T23:50:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // journey to the past :: aaliyahfeeling // Funny how I can't seem the describe my feelings lately. Or is it because I can't be bothered to go find out more about myself? Ah. . . Whatever. So, yesterday we all headed down to RGS to watch the play. The jokes were okay, I laughed. But overall it wasn't that great. Glad I could understand it though. I was almost falling asleep but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108590267047435395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108590267047435395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590267047435395' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108576442067833856</id><published>2004-05-29T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T01:13:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // president chimp toe :: fila brazilliafeeling // still a lil' pissedTomorrow's the play at RGS and suddenly everyone's backing out on me. It's utterly vexing. I'm pissed - hell yes I am. It's almost 1am. I am turning insane writing this at such an unearthly hour. Plus the crap I get from the people, I might just turn mental. But thank goodness for people like Mich and Gab's mom.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108576442067833856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108576442067833856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576442067833856' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108567433241955088</id><published>2004-05-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:12:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // we are the future :: H.O.Tfeeling // =)my love for kpop has rekindled thanks to my newly made friend sua ning. lol. but it still doesn't beat downtempo. =) just bought tickets to the RGS production of silly little girl and the funny old tree. only thing that it's in chinese. hope it's understandable because my chinese is. . . =/ eeks. hopefully can pick up some good pointers to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108567433241955088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108567433241955088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567433241955088' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108555411924822628</id><published>2004-05-26T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:21:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // Clubbed to Death :: Rob D.feeling // The whole new blog dashboard thing still annoys me. It's so difficult to read all my previous posts. And I still need help on the html of my archiving. Pah, whatever. I'm a difficult person. So, tomorrow's the last day of school but I don't feel the least bit in holiday mood. Just took a look at my holiday schedule. Blimey! It's jam packed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108555411924822628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108555411924822628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108555411924822628' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108531657588648898</id><published>2004-05-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:52:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // Sinequanon :: Hybridfeeling // HOT!!i hate the weather. it's 8.22pm and it's still so hot! and i showered 4 times today. pah. not used to the new blog post template. in fact, it's quite an eyesore to me. just don't like the looks of it. but i'm proud of my spiffy new template! mighty fine isn't it? took me ages to get the thinger done and now it looks great. sweeet. =)haven't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108531657588648898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108531657588648898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108531657588648898' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108476821728674392</id><published>2004-05-17T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T12:33:16.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // president chimp toe :: fila brazilliafeeling // so damn hot!!!the weather really kills lately. it's so hot!!! chinese paper 2 was total bullshit. ugh.oh, not forgetting. kenneth, happy sweet sixteenth! =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108476821728674392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108476821728674392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476821728674392' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108357881015459554</id><published>2004-05-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T18:14:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // feeling // confused.hurt.life isn't really going the way i want it to go now. sometimes i wish i could just fly off in the middle of the night when everyone's asleep. and even if i did, will anyone notice the next day? will there be a difference? and... will you even care? i don't know. sigh. well, stars are always great company when you're lonely. but they always make me cry. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108357881015459554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108357881015459554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108357881015459554' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108304262095591652</id><published>2004-04-27T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:24:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // aaron's blitthering. feeling // sickhaving a bad headache now. throbbing pain on the left side of my head. and my vision's pretty blurred cos i keep seeing flashes of bright light. ughh. =S i feel nauseous. damned light, give me the dark. bleah. yesterday was a horrid day for me. monday was practically splashed with dark blue left, right and centre. got booked first thing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108304262095591652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108304262095591652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108304262095591652' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108235670288508269</id><published>2004-04-19T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T14:42:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // stop living a lie :: david sneddonfeeling // accomplishedwhee! i love my new blog template. =) classy.heh. so it's been almost 2 weeks++ since i've last updated. won't blog bout the past lah. let's talk bout saturday. had busking at orchard! woo. my group had.. kat and celina. =) yays. family gathering. and it had kaiqing, william, amanda and tian ning too! weets. had lotsa fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108235670288508269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108235670288508269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235670288508269' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108082595335327534</id><published>2004-04-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:30:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // but i do love you :: leeann rimes feeling // euphoric.in a way lah. today... started off pretty badly. nearly missed my bus and was nearly late for school. i don't wanna get booked by hongchin -the third time-. that would probably suck. and the school implemented this new rule: if you're late more than 3 times, you go see the principal. there'll be a bed outside the office and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108082595335327534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108082595335327534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082595335327534' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108062670988354967</id><published>2004-03-30T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:21:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // BBC Radio Onefeeling // quite pissified.darn msn. can't seem to sign in. shucks. corkus. blah, whatever. am in school now... and doing a 20 page report on carbohydrates, vitamins, minerals yaddadabbadoo whatever. and i still gotta print it out for wanda for her bio. she's in hongkong now. and when she comes back both of us will have to enlighten the school on what happened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108062670988354967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108062670988354967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108062670988354967' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108045281226779832</id><published>2004-03-28T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:50:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // bring it all back :: s club 7feeling // primary school-ishi feel so primary school now... listening to all the chart toppers in 2000. brit pop, brit pop. which brings back memories of me spending tons on smash hits, top of the pops and whathaveyounots. gosh, if i didn't spend that much, i'll be rich now. well, stupid things we all do in primary school. xD so, i've done my e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108045281226779832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108045281226779832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045281226779832' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108030947730486617</id><published>2004-03-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:21:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // disney's fantillusion :: tokyo koseifeeling // tons larm. many thanks to xun for being the middle man. and to yangy who was so kind to send xun the song. if not i would have never gotten it. damned imesh. *glares* anyways. tons to write. lazy to type it out. but anyways. food for thought - literally. when apples turn brown, it's called enzymic browning. then when shrimps get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108030947730486617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108030947730486617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030947730486617' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-108019158380301834</id><published>2004-03-25T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T13:16:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // drops of jupiter :: trainfeeling // =)haven't updated in ages. everyone missed me right? muahaha. =X well. as usual, tons of things happened. pardon if i write in CHS slang. it just shows that mr choong is a good teacher. righto xun? righto. first day of school went better than i thought. i passed nearly all my tests!!! yes, including math. english - 21.5/30math - 16/30 [</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108019158380301834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/108019158380301834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108019158380301834' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107985066300373895</id><published>2004-03-21T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:06:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // don't wanna miss a thing :: aerosmithfeeling // been aeons since i last listened to that song. almost forgot bout it. thanks dory~. appreciated muchly. it's the last day of the hols. yay - not! sigh... still gotta do my geog powerpoint laters. and the whole scrap book thing... gotta find some way to incorporate it into the project. argh! corkus. i have a bad feeling that i'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107985066300373895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107985066300373895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107985066300373895' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107959895861656511</id><published>2004-03-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:49:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // burned with desire :: armin van burrenfeeling // over tha moon. *grins.[15o3o4]well, it's thursday and the school holidays are coming to an end. shucks!! gotta check up what's left for holiday homework. still gotta get scrap book for geography assignment. i have no intention of flunking it. and pretty proud of the fact that we're almost done with it. minus the powerpoint </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107959895861656511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107959895861656511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959895861656511' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107923636188649252</id><published>2004-03-14T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T12:01:08.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // atlantis princess :: BoAfeeling // happy =)i'm back from camp! well, actually i was back on thursday. was too lazy to blog bout the events. heh. so, camp was a blast!! rather fun i must say. but minus the horrible state of the toilets. ugggh. when you do your business you see ants everywhere. kinda makes you irk. what if the ants bite your bum or something. haha. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107923636188649252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107923636188649252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923636188649252' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107862809783641611</id><published>2004-03-07T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:58:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // first love :: tokyo kosei feeling // sianz.right, level camp is tomorrow. i haven't even bought my stuff yet. shucks. hopefully belle can go buy stuff with me later. part of me can't wait to go for camp so i won't need to hear my dad drone on and on about the stupid same old things and start saying that i'm useless blahblah blahhhh. shut the fcuk up lah. i know that already. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107862809783641611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107862809783641611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862809783641611' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107849742677897024</id><published>2004-03-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:41:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // superstar :: S.H.Efeeling // fcuked.i know i don't mean anything. so please, just leave me alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107849742677897024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107849742677897024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849742677897024' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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-6059567.post-107841274010665923</id><published>2004-03-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:08:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to // je t'attends :: axelle redfeeling // pissedwhy must it be now when all the spastic shits start appearing and irritate the hell out of me!? all courting death. i will personally skewer them with a satay stick and cook 'em. ARGH. horrid people. go away you freaks. leave me alone. i don't like you. and to wong chung hei. don't test my patience you swine. if i could punch you in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107841274010665923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059567/posts/default/107841274010665923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retr0glitz-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841274010665923' title=''/><author><name>sherlyn</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>
