<?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-8109006</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:25:16.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard Confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some abstract rantings of a 15 year-old misfit. Mustard coz I like yellow. Confessions coz.. Some things are rather personal. Yeah.. Whatever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109569069197128000</id><published>2004-09-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:33:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... I have a big problem. I can't seem to keep my promises can I? I promised to update more regularly but this isn't exactly my definition of 'regular'. My greatest apologies to those who read my blog.. SORRY!! There's the usual excuse: Too caught up with life. Sigh.. It's true. Exams are coming and I haven't actually revised for them yet. That's sooo sick. I betta start working towards my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life is beginning to suck ALOT. I was happy and cheerful a minute ago and now, I'm wallowing in self-pity. Yep. I hate it, so I'm gonna stick my chin out and stand up tall. I'm not gonna let those little measley idiots get me down. I'm gonna continue with life and live it the way I wanna. Okaaaay.. I have a feeling that no one really understands what's going on. Basically, my best friend (before our quarrel) Sisi fought with me over something really stupid. I'm not gonna say what. But it got me really pissed off. I'm fuming. Poor PJ's caught in the middle and she doesn't know what to do. But to cut the crap short, Sisi and I aren't talking. I don't mind compromising and apologising to her but she juz can't get it thru her thick skull. Ah well, I guess you gotta be more patient when you're dealing with bimbos. So anyhow, she's ignoring me. WATEVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next thing's that Andrew and I have broken up. Yep. It's mostly coz of our exams. I was afraid that I would get distracted and that the relationship would be a burden to me so I asked him whether he was okay with an 'exam break'. He agreed... But somehow, after one week, I feel like I don't really want him back. Maybe he feels the same... We'll see. The love that I used to have for him... It's dwindling. I dunno why.. But it's like as if I'm getting bored with whatever that he does. I seem to be constantly finding fault with him. I hate myself for it when I remember the happy times we had. ARGH. I'm soooo confused! It's like sometimes I want him to be more romantic but at the same time, I don't want him to be so clingy to me coz I wanna be independent. I don't really know what I want from this, so I guess it's good to have a break for now. Lemme have some time and peace to think. But at the same time, I'll distract my self from LOVE and concentrate/focus all my energy on STUDIES. Time's running out, I gotta be quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lastly, the exams are getting to me. It's making me nervous. I'm actually quite 'bo-chup', but my classmates and friends keep reminding me about it. YUCK. I'm dying. I guess it's not too late to pull up my socks then. LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sigh.. Stress lah! I need my chocolates. I want to NTUC today and filled the cart with lotsa chocolates ranging from MNMs to Kit Kat to Kinder Bueno. Yum yum. Whenever I prepare to study like nuts, I need to stock up on all the goodies. It helps to console me when I have to go thru my ton of textbooks. SIGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanna get Sims 2. But then again, maybe not. I juz got my Xbox and I don't even have time to play that. Imagine if I get the Sims 2 cd, I'd be wasting my money. LOL. Maybe if it's a gift from someone.. Then I wouldn't mind. But are you kidding? Spend $50++ on the Sims? They ripped me off the last time and I'm not gonna let them do the same now. At the most, I'll wait till my friend is bored with the game and I'll borrow it from her. But I also have to concentrate on my studies now, so it's not such a good idea to buy stuff for entertainment unless I wanna get a earful of nagging and maybe even some MAJOR PEP TALKS. I can't stand pep talks. My tuition teacher juz gave me one last Sunday. Okay okay.. I geddit. 'Work harder! Your Chinese is so bad. Do you want the Europeans to laugh at you?' Not really. But I AM trying me best. So what if I got 20.5/80? I don't mind.. Coz I admit I didn't study. And why? Coz I'm used to failing for Chinese and it doesn't bother me in the least. But right now, if I want things to go my way at home, I gotta please my parents and get decent grades for the stinking subject. No offence, chinese is fun. But chinese EXAM papers aren't so friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wanna get a tamagotchi. The black one. It's totally rad! Yep!! It'll be soooo fun. Almost everyone has one in school, even the guys, so if I get one now, I won't have to worry about not being able to find anyone to 'infrared' with and mate. ROFL!!! Mating?! *Rasies eyebrows* But I think it's juz soooooo cute. That's why I want one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okies, I have to go now. It's kinda late and it's time for me to go study. I prefer to study at night. Less distractions like napping or whatever. I guess I'll turn in at around 11.30 or so. *Yawn* Thank goodness my mom made coffee. YUMMY!! Ciao for now dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109569069197128000?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109569069197128000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109569069197128000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109569069197128000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109569069197128000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-promises.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Promises'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109517139756158691</id><published>2004-09-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T22:16:37.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Silly Webs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rite. I'm not dead guys. I'm alive and doing juz fine. Thanks for your concern. I've juz been very busy and caught up with life and stuff liddat. It's taking a toil on my health. I'm not kidding. I think I'm getting the flu. Geez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't have much time, so I'm juz gonna do a quickie. First of all, I'll try to update more regularly from now on. Yep. I'll try.. But with the exams coming, it's gonna be tough. Update for Sat: Went for dental then went out with 'Drew, had a great time. Duh! He's such a darling, he gave me a treat for lunch. Thanks hon! Update for Sun: Church as usual, then I had tuition. B-O-R-I-N-G. But thankfully, my mom brought me to my cuz's condo for a swim. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okies. Updated for the weekend. Monday: School reopened. Yay? I'm happy only coz I finally got to meet Sisi and PJ. Sisi got a damned haircut like mine. What a copycat. LoL. Juz kidding. Gave PJ the bands that 'Drew and I bought. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today: I'm bloody pissed off. I was fine 30 minutes ago, but now I got bloody pissed off by some idiotic group member. GRRR!! The information is too last minute! How am I supposed to rush that? What a bloody cracked up git. If it wasn't for the CA, I would juz have stuff my CPU down the bloody git's clogged up throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aiight. I have to go slice up someone else's throat. Wait, no. I have to slice MY own throat. Ciao. Wow, this is bloody short! I think I broke a record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109517139756158691?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109517139756158691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109517139756158691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109517139756158691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109517139756158691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-silly-webs.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Silly Webs'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109482828692074424</id><published>2004-09-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:01:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh. I'm going nuts. I can't stop wanting to shop! I'm becoming a damned SHOPAHOLIC!!! Juz like the character from my book. Oh geez. It would be okay if I had lotsa money, but NO! I don't!! I'm running low on cash. I betta go on a budget now. Damn the hols. It's making me go out too much. Going out = Spending. Argh. Juz today I spent like.. $60.00? Yeah.. On a tee and a pair of three-quarter pants from 37 Degrees. Somebody stop me! Shopping excessively is bad for one's health!! I can feel the effects taking place already.... Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I went baby-sitting today. But I realised that I wasn't alone. Apparently my mom had asked another girl along. Thankfully, this girl is 14. Juz one year younger than me. But I'm not really close to her.. So it was kinda hard to talk. I was really quiet. I tried hard to make conversation, but you know how it's like. Trying to make conversations with someone can be quite a pain to either one or both parties. So I gave up and left the talking all to my mom. Afterall, it was her brilliant plan.. Wasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to wake up at an unearthly time juz coz of this. Let's see.. I woke up at around.. 8? Yeah. Man, I usually wake up at 9 and even that's too early for me. I'm more of a night person. But then again, maybe it's juz that I LOVE sleeping and napping! If I ever had a band, I'd call it 'The Radical Horizontals'. Hahahahaha! So anyway, we watched 'A Cinderella Story'. I HATE Hillary Duff. But I love Chad Michael Murray. He's sooooooo cute. Don't get jealous Andrew. He's juz an impossible minute-long crush of mine. Yep. The story was lame. It's another one of those happily-ever-after shit content. I would rather have watched 'Raising Helen'. Or something more intellectual. The movies nowadays really suck. I can't wait for next year. ROTS is COMING OUT!!!! Like whoa, finally! I've waited 3 whole damn long years for that special moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, and talking about Star Wars, I was at Heeren today to get moi new clothes. So my mom wanted to check out some of her Yoga stuff at HMV and I tagged along (otherwise she would've gotten lost). So anyway, we were at the cashier paying up for her Yoda DVD or something when I caught sight of this poster. It said: "Pre Sale for Star Wars Trilogy on DVD!!! Order now and get 4 posters free!!" Like damn, how could I resist? But after spending $60, I didn't want to burn a larger hole in my pocket right? So I juz asked the caashier how much it would cost. Guess what she said? "It's er.." thinks for awhile, "$89.00. If you buy now, you get these," motions to the posters in a box on the floor,"4 posters!" My eyes muz haf pooped out when she mentioned the price. I know I'm a huge SW fan and everything, but 89 bucks is really too much. I think if I had extra cash, I would've placed my order. But unfortunately for her, I spent some money earlier on clothes and I'm not about ready to part with the rest of my fortune. Sigh. If I spent on that, I would be broke. Dead broke. Penniless. Totally penniless. And that ain't good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I'm going out tomorrow. I juz can't wait! I can finally get to see 'Drew. YES! Sheer bliss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh.. One more thing before I go. I have Gmail! Yeah! Gmail rocks! 1 GB of space! That's a whole lot of friggin space. It's like.. Whoa, you don't ever have to delete anything. Right now, it's only for people who've been invited. My primary school friend invited me. Yay yay yay. But I dunno what I'm gonna do with all that space. Hmm.. No idea at all. Suggestions anyone????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okies. I should be going. I got another long day ahead of me tomorrow but this time, I'm looking forward to it. Adios my fellow Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109482828692074424?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109482828692074424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109482828692074424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109482828692074424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109482828692074424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-shopping.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Shopping'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109474052104379485</id><published>2004-09-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:53:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' High Tides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like yo dudes! I was in school today. For that English project again. It was kinda fun. Hah, I can't believe I'm saying that, but I did enjoy myself. After the project, I went out for lunch with my friends. Had quite a good time. They're quite nice. I never really knew. Ah well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm going to be baby-sitting tomorrow. The day of DOOM. I can't say no. I'll lose my head that way and I'm not ready to die yet. I'm still young!! Man, my mom set me up. It's annoying. I have a life mom! I don't baby-sit! ARGH! What made things worse was the stupid lecture that I had to sit through. Like.. GEEZ! Enough already. Grrr.. She really makes me so pissed sometimes. *Grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wanna go to Heeren again. Get rainbow bands. I must I must I must get them. My friends think I'm nuts. They think of it as 'shag bands'. Wateva. I don't think of them like that. They're juz for fun.. To me, that is. One man's meat is another man's poison anyway. =P Hahahaha!! If we do go there, I'll go to 37 Degrees to see some tees again. I'm set on buying at least one from there. I wanna go get a belt too. Yeah. I'm juz not too sure if it'll go with my clothes. My mom doesn't think so. Too bad. I think it's cool though. Afterall, the attitude counts right? Hah. My mom thinks otherwise only coz she says that when I tuck my shirt out, the blet can't be seen, so it ain't servin' it's purpose. She agrees that it's cool, juz that she says that it's being blocked. Argh. I think I'll get it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sooooo wanna get a Zippo lighter too. But since my dad won't let me get one, I might ask Jace to get one from the US for me. Like the ROTS sweatshirt. Oh wow. I juz realised that Revenge Of The Sith is actually ROTS. OMG!! Wow!! That's like.. Super cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay. I gotta go. It's not that late, but I'm dead tired. Didn't get much sleep yesterday. Chris was nice to me today. *Grins* I love you Gor!! *Big hug* He did the dishes and was juz overall really nice. Not irritating. Hahahahaha!! I wonder why. Oh, and to my darling Andrew!! I love you!! I miss you hon! Saturday's coming soon, it's nearing, it's nearing! I can't wait! I juz can't wait! I haven't seen him in.. Let's see, 4 whole damned days! That's soooo long. It's heart wrenching. It really is. But I'm glad that we're going out. Wanna get 'shag bands'? Hah! I'm juz kidding. You're gonna have to wait for that day to come. Wait for maybe another 10 years and it might come true. Yeah rite. Fat hope honey! Kk. I hafta go. My mom's nagging again. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109474052104379485?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109474052104379485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109474052104379485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109474052104379485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109474052104379485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-high-tides.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; High Tides'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109465875043594718</id><published>2004-09-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:43:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tra-la-la! I'm in a good mood today coz I finally went shopping!! Aiight! I love shopping!! Went to Heeren with my friends. Yeah yeah yeah. Whoo hoo!! Shopping rocks! Okay.. I'll stop. I bought my Nike bottle! Yay! I had to go all over to find it coz it was sold out wherever I went. Yeah rite. But anyway.. I got it in the end!! I'm sooo happy! Moreover, when I was at Heeren, I managed to browse through some of the shirts at 37 Degrees. There're soooo many there! I like the ones that don't have '37 Degrees' written all over. I like the ones which are mainly the design and no advertisements. Yeah.. I saw a couple which I really like. But I'll get my mom to see it first. So MAYBE she'll buy it for me and I'll save some dollars! Hahaha! Then I can spend it on something else. Like another ear piercing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm kinda contemplating whether or not to get another earhole. I want to, but I'm afraid that it might hurt. Yucks, I'm a sucker for pain. I wonder how I'm ever gonna get a tattoo then? Tattoos are way worse, the needle keeps poking into your skin until they finally form a motif. Like.. Ouch! But I really wanna get one. My parents are pretty much against it. That's quite natural. But I don't intend to get a huge one with a tiger or dragon!! I juz want a small tiny one. I haven't exactly thought of a design though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Oh.. And I found out that the 'Bowling For Soup' album costs 28 friggin bucks. Like damn! I'm not gonna spend that much cash on a friggin album. I think maybe coz it's HMV, so they hiked up the prices. So I've decided to look elsewhere. Like That CD Shop or Tower Records. But then again, it could also be due to the fact that the album's not mainstream, so it costs more. Ah well, blame it on my unique taste in music then. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmm.. What else did I buy? Oh yeah. I got one of those 'shag bands'. I didn't get it for shagging of course, so don't get ideas Andrew! Hahahaha! Besides, I went with some girl friends. I bought it for fun. I got black ones. Now I wanna go back and get the rainbow ones and some glow-in-the-dark ones. Hahahaha!! Oh, and I saw those Zippo lighters. They're real cool. My dad won't let me buy them. Not that he thinks I'm gonna smoke (I won't), it's juz that he has this thing about spending. Obviously he thinks it's stupid. Ah well, I'm gonna get it anyway. Somehow or another without flouting his rules. *Winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;Sigh.. I'm sooooo exhausted. I came back only at 22:00 today. Tuition ended at 18:45 and after dinner and all, we reached home that late. *Yawn* My eyelids feel droopy.. I'm too tired to type, but I shall try to continue. But I guess I'll be ending soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I'm soooo glad that Jace is gonna buy me that Revenge Of The Sith sweatshirt. We can't get it from here, damn tiny island. I'm grateful to have a cousin living in USA, then she can help me get stuff like that. Hahahaha!! It's especially helpful since I'm such a crazy Star Wars fan and no one really likes SW here. Boring S'poreans. I love the US!! I wanna move there in the future. Ah well, maybe I won't. It depends. Anyway.. I juz wanna say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS JACE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha! That was sooo huge, I doubt she'll miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;I went to Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin today. The stuff there didn't realy look like what I saw before. Could be that it's a different season. Or maybe I didn't see the stuff too clearly, I merely glanced past. But I realised how cheena-pok that place is. At first they got F4 to advert for them. Now F4 is outta fashion, so they get the Twins. They are like.. LAME!! Gosh, getting chee-na artistes to advertise ain't good. It won't boost their sales. They should get cooler Hollywood celebrities to do the job. Or at least get Ang Moh models!! I mean, they look soooo much betta than F4! Hmm.. Actually, getting Asian models ain't a problem. They should juz get good looking ones! Not the damned Twins! Geez. Okay.. I'm crapping. Alot. I betta stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay. I've stopped. Guess I should go before I start again. F4, Energy and blah blah really get on my nerves. Shit, I'm starting again. Okies. Bye then. Let's protest against them! Yeah! Oops, there I go again. BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109465875043594718?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109465875043594718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109465875043594718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109465875043594718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109465875043594718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-pains.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Pains'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109457116123481689</id><published>2004-09-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:36:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' My Phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrighty!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally got my handphone back. Thanks hon. PJ was right, thanks to her 'blur-ness', we got to meet! Yes!! But not for long.. My mom wanted me back by 3. So 'Drew juz met me in school for awhile and I had to go. Argh! Mom can get pretty mean sometimes. But.. Ah well, gotta live with it. Patience............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, I'm now a part-time baby-sitter. It sucks. I hate the idea. I don't really like babies. I kinda hate toddlers, so why am I doing this? Not for the money. Geez, there really isn't any money involved here. It's juz that my wonderful mom set me up with this 7 or 8 year-old to watch a movie. This girl LOVES me. For some reason.. I'm not sure why. So anyway, she's cute and everything.. But how the hell does a 15 year-old hang out with a 7 year-old? I'm twice her age!! Geez Louise! But okay, since she 'worships' me, I guess I should do her a little favour rite? I mean.. Her mom likes me soooo much too. Sigh. I think I'm some kinda 'Aunty Killer'. Wateva. I'm going only coz I get to watch a movie for free! I wonder what we're gonna watch. I don't really care coz I'm such a movie-buff. I watch anything! Best thing's that it's for FREE!! My mom's paying. YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh. Today, Chris went to buy me some Body Shop moisturiser. Thanks Gor! Finally, he does something nice. But I kinda smell a rat. Need my help rite? With some recent crush? Sigh.. One word of advice Gor, maybe you should ease up on your cologne! Sheesh! I can smell it from the second floor!! And I feel like I'm gonna suffocate when we're in the car. Wheew! If you promise to spray less of your 'scent', then I'll help you out. That's what siblings are for rite? To point out what's wrong. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ouch. My back hurts. No idea why. I think maybe I'll get my dad to bring me to the masseuse tomorrow. I'm gonna be out the entire day tomorrow. I have tuition the whole afternoon. I'll be meeting my friends for lunch. Not Sisi and PJ (sadly), some other classmates. Then I'll be having dinner with my relatives and we're buying mooncakes. Yay! I like the ice-cream kind. From Swensons. Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss school!! But I miss Sisi and PJ more. *Sobs* Live sucks when I'm alone at home. Even Chris gets to go out.. Well, that's coz he has more projects than me. But still.. It's not fair! Sigh.. I miss going out with them. Argh! I want the hols to end NOW!! But of course that's impossible. So I'm juz slowly rotting away. Thank goodness for the phone and the Internet. Oh else I'd be dead by now. Hahahahahaha!! Juz kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Yawn* I'm sleepy. It's damn late now. 23:31. Chris is still on the phone. I wonder who he's chatting with? Must be some new chick from school. Anyway, I gotta go. Mom's been nice lately, she hasn't nagged at me to stop! Wow. What a change. But I have to go. It's soooo late. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109457116123481689?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109457116123481689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109457116123481689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109457116123481689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109457116123481689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-my-phone.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; My Phone!'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109445414632030446</id><published>2004-09-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:19:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes! I finally got my first link. To this girl called Pei Jun. Not you lah PJ!! Some other girl from TKGS. Yeah.. from NPCC or something. Anyway, I'm sooo excited. My very first link!! Sheer ecstacy. To the 'Pig3on': Thanks for linking me. I think you're the first one to link me.. Yeah.. Think so. And erm.. Nice talking to ya. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think it's sooo awesome that PJ has the same name as Pig3on. Talk about coincidence. Hmm.. It's juz really cool. To my darling friend PJ: Don't get jealous k? Hahahaha!! You're always gonna be my best friend. BFF!! *Grins* Btw, you little spastic gal, where's my handphone? I thought you said 'Drew was gonna pass it to me? Sigh.. Hurry up k? It feels like I'm running outta oxygen. Not having a phone is fatal to one's health!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm so bored. I hate the hols. There's absolutely nothing to do except to study. I can't go out with Sisi or PJ coz they're studying for the streaming thingy at the end of the year. Plus, my mom wants me to study too. But I'm not in the mood!! Like.. I'm okay with studying. But I wanna go to school!! At least we have stuff to do there. And at least it's a haven from my mom's incessant nagging. Geez. I think my ears are gonna be rotten by next Monday. I know she means well (yeah rite), but I really do wish that she'd nag less and do her own stuff more. She asks us really dumb questions like, " What time does Spinelli close?" Argh! I wish she'd stop asking so many questions. Especially when they don't matter. My mom's the ultimate k-poh queen. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The day is passing sooooo slowly. There's nothing to do!! I can't go out. I'm bored. I'm rotting. Sheesh. I wanna go buy the Bowling For Soup album. It's really great. Can't stop singing Punk Rock 101 and 1985. I think 1985's my fav song now. Yeah.. I juz can't get that tune outta my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debbie just hit the wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she never had it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one Prozac a day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;husband's a CPA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her dreams went out the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when she turned twenty-four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only been with one man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what happen to her plan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was gonna be an actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was gonna be a star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was gonna shake her ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the hood of white snake's car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her yellow SUV is now the enemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looks at her average life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and nothing has been alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruce Springstein, Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way before Nirvana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there was U2 and Blondie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and music still on MTV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her two kids in high school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they tell her that she's uncool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but she's still preoccupied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with 19-, 19-, 1985&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah. That's juz a part of 1985. It rocks man. Kk, my dad wants to use the comp now. I wonder why he's not in his office working. Oh yeah.. He had to go somewhere else for a meeting and now he's back at home. Well, guess I'd betta get my butt off then. Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109445414632030446?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109445414632030446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109445414632030446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109445414632030446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109445414632030446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-links.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Links'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109437936849303950</id><published>2004-09-05T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:47:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Getting Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh geez louise! I think I'm getting fat! I've been gorging myself with chocs, chocs and more chocs!! So far, I've eaten Time Out Chocettes, Kinder Bueno, Ferrero Rocher, Crunchie.. Okay, maybe that doesn't seem like much, but to me, it is. The usual me prefers eating Skittles, Mentos and all kinds of chewy sweets. The me a few months ago wouldn't even like eating chocolates. But somehow, over the past few months, I've had this immense craving to eat CHOCOLATES!!! I dunno why.. And I'm dying. Sigh.. Too much chocs is BAD for your health. It has lotsa fats and sugars. *Pouts* That's why I've had to exercise doubly hard these few months. I don't wanna put on weight like crazy suddenly. That would freak everyone out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhow, talking about exercising, I've kept true to my 'Work Out List' and yesterday, I went cycling, did sit-ups and went skipping (jump rope). I even did a little extra. I played football! Yeah, I really did. I kinda juz practiced my aiming on the wall. =) Too bad my evil bro Chris refused to humour me and join me for a little game. Ah well, what can I do? I'm juz a poor little suppressed sister of Christopher Lee Jun Jie! Hahahahaha! How do ya like that? Now everyone knows your full name, Gor!! Muahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, enough of teasing Chris.. After my mini-work out, I did the housework. I had to clean the entire 2nd level! Yep, as usual.. Since we don't have a maid, we have to do the cleaning ourselves. It's not too bad, it kinda also helps you to use up some energy stored in ya body. Hehehehe. I bet PJ's gonna say that I'm turning bimbo. Right gal? Heh. Well, FYI, I'm not bimbo. I'm juz concerned about my nutritional intakes. *Grins* So I did the 2nd level and Chris had to do the 3rd level. He tried to bribe me into doing the 3rd level for him. But no way! Not even if you exchange your T630 with my 3200. Hmm.. Or maybe I might consider.. =P Okay okay, I was juz kidding. I doubt I'll ever switch phones with Chris, coz now since Sisi, PJ and I have the same phones, we're like.. Bonded by them or something. Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sigh.. My poor dad's sick. He's kinda like, down with the flu or something. Yeah.. He's been sneezing, coughing and has puffy eyes. Poor Pa!!! Muz rest k? Don't let Chris and I get on your nerves or anything. I promise I'll be good. =) Can't make any promises for Chris though.. *Evil grin* Who know's what he's been up to nowadays anyway? Always on the phone. Yak yak yak.. Like my mom likes to say, he's 'cooking telephone porridge'. It's an old Cantonese saying. If you don't geddit, nevermind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.. I wanna go shopping! I wanna buy a pair of cargo pants!! And that Nike bottle!! Man, it's sooo nice lor!! If I don't geddit, I dunno how I'm gonna live up to my conscience. Hahahaha!! But I'll still be using my Sigg bottle.. I juz want some variety..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kinda sad. I probably won't be seeing Sisi and PJ. I think 'Drew and I will be going out, but I'm not sure whether Sisi and PJ can chill during the hols. Sigh.. I do hope we get to meet at least once! But I don't think we can, coz PJ's grounded. What a time to be grounded!! During the hols?! Sigh.. But it's coz she failed her Maths test. Argh!! Spastic gal!! And what's worse, that stupid spastic moron accidentally took my phone instead of hers.. Grrrr!!! Thankfully, 'Drew's gonna get it back for me when we meet up some time soon. Hmm.. Maybe she should 'accidentally' take my phone more often so 'Drew and I can meet! Hahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.. What else is there to say? Nothing much I guess. That means I'm about done with this entry. Toodles then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109437936849303950?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109437936849303950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109437936849303950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109437936849303950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109437936849303950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-getting-fat.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Getting Fat'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109421780202823388</id><published>2004-09-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T21:23:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Handphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! I finally bought that 3200 that I've been eyeing since it came out! Today, Sisi, PJ and I went out after school to buy some stuff and juz hang out. Poor 'Drew, he had to stay back for his training and couldn't come. But I believe that couples should have their own personal breathing space to do whatever they want and not to keep sticking with each other like glue. Anyway, I finally got my parents' permission to buy the 3200, so we went out specially to get it. Yay yay yay. I'm sooo happy!! A new phone!! Like, finally... So anyway, the coolest thing is this: Pj, Sisi and I got the same phone!!! Like, whoa!! Isn't that totally cool?? I think it is. I think that rocks to the core. So it goes to show that the 3 of us are really like the best of budds man. No one can deny that, coz now we've got the same phones to prove it! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pei Jun's soooo cute. I think she's seriously falling for Jeremy man. It's like, she can't stop mentioning his name. And she keeps singing his praises. Hahaha. Funny lah that girl. Totally obsessed with him. Sigh, she even thinks he's cute lor. Like.. NO?! My 'Drew is waayyy cuter than Jeremy. Heh! Anyway, so she's like crazy about him. Aiyoh girl, betta be careful hor. Don't scare him away with your crazy antics! Anyway, you have my blessings, Jeremy seems pretty nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, it was soooo funny at the bus stop today. Oh man, I can picture it in my mind now. Hahahahahaha!! I can't stop laughing! We were at the bus stop, or rather waiting under the shade. Then PJ saw Jeremy coming, so she got all excited and stuff. Hahahaha! Her face was priceless when she saw him. Anyhow, she pretended to talk to us until he reached the bus stop. Then she made her way over. I'm not sure if she wanted to talk to him or anything, but she didn't get the chance to. Ya noe why? Coz he held up his file to his face and walked past her!! Like, hello?! What the hell is he trying to do? Anyway, PJ got really furious and kept on blushing. Of course then she came over to us again and kept cursing him. But she still likes him lah. I can tell! But that was soooo totally weird. Really really odd. Why did he do that for? I'm not very sure either. We can't think of a reason except that he wanted to avoid PJ but couldn't think of anything betta than blocking his face with a damn file. That was sooo lame!! Geez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hmm.. I also realised something. Maybe I'm being paranoid lah.. But these few days, my darling 'Drew and Sisi have been so strange. It's like.. I was creeping up behind 'Drew one day to give him a surprise (a lame one, now that I think back), then when he noticed me, he got really snappy and slightly pissed. Hmm.. He usually isn't liddat. I really wonder why. Then Sisi too. When I was playing with her phone, she got all fidgety. Then she got a message.. She snatched her phone back from me lor! Like.. really roughly. She's not liddat last time when I played with her phone. Sigh.. Maybe she has a bf and she's not telling us? Maybe...=) I dunno. But I feel really weird. Like I dunno something that everyone else knows. Or maybe I'm juz extremely paranoid and k-poh. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wow. My blog's kinda long today. I got nothing else to say. Except that I'm sleepy AGAIN!! Geez! It must be coz of all the chocs that I'm munching on. Hahaha!! I betta go burn all that nasty sugar and fats before I get fat! Hmm.. I DO sound a little bimbotic. I guess PJ was right. Hahahahaha!! Just kidding. Anyhow, gotta go! See ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109421780202823388?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109421780202823388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109421780202823388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109421780202823388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109421780202823388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-handphones.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Handphones'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109413052826715803</id><published>2004-09-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:31:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoa, I had such a great time today. I went out with Andrew, Sisi and Pei Jun. Hahaha!! At first, Sisi, PJ and I were supposed to study together.. Actually, I was supposed to help PJ out with her homework. Some geography worksheet. Hmm.. Oh, in case anyone gets confused, Sisi and PJ are my best friends. They're 14 and I'm 15. I know it's kinda weird to have best friends who aren't of the same age.. But ah well, it's a LONG story. But it's thanks to Andrew (my bf) that I met them fun and cool chicks to hang out with. =) Heh. This time age doesn't matter. Anyway, PJ!! Sorry for not mentioning you lah. Happy? You're in my blog entry now. Hahahahaha. Along with your bro and Sisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, today was a wonderful day coz well, I guess we juz really bonded. Hah. I dunno how to put it across but I think today has got to be the best day ever. Well.. Aside from the day that Andrew asked me to.. Be his stead. Hahaha. *Blush* Geez.. This is lame. I dunno why I'm writing this. I feel like I'm the luckiest gal.. To have great pals like Sisi and PJ and a funny bf like 'Drew. Hey you guys!! If you even bother to read this, I love you guys!! Thanks for brightening up my life!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.. Remember the guy I'm dao-ing? I found out his name. Or rather it was PJ who found out his name. Heh. I think she's interested in him!! Go girl!! But mustn't ditch us if it really works out k? If he really becomes your bf, we have to still hang out as a group k? Me and 'Drew, you and that guy. What's his name? Oh yeah.. Erm.. Jeremy right? Wateva. =P Good luck babe! Hope this isn't gonna be another one of your minute-long crushes, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;School was really boring. SS teach was absent again. As usual. I wonder why she even bothers to sign up with the school if she's always absent. I bet she's pon-tang-ing. She's pon-tangs more than me man! Siao woman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sigh.. Sisi and PJ!!! I wish you guys were a year older, then we could be in the same class. Argh!! My class sux man! I can't stand that stupid asshole sitting in front of me. He keeps farting and after PE, when we go back to class, he stinks like shit man! Totally like shit and ammonia gas! Hahahahaha!! Can see his sweatpits.. YUX!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What else is there to say? Nothing much I guess. Oh, I know. Hey Gor!! Chris is my older bro. Anyway, I washed the dishes liao. Happy? Tomorrow is YOUR TURN! Hahahahahahaha!!! Sigh.. My hands feel so dry now, see lah, all your fault. You betta buy the Body Shop moisturiser for me ah.. Hee!! Like my ABC cuz Jace likes to say, TOODLES!! Hahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109413052826715803?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109413052826715803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109413052826715803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109413052826715803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109413052826715803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-fun.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Fun'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109402809704476921</id><published>2004-09-01T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:32:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' CHOCS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I finally got my Xbox! Finally!! I'm so happy. I bought True Crime Streets Of LA instead of Voodoo Vince or Pandora Tomorrow. Maybe it's coz I wanted to play a GTA-like game. But anyhow, I'm sooooo happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is officially Teachers' Day and I can't be bothered. Ya know why? It's coz I had to wake up early this morn to go to my friend's house to do a friggen' project. I'm soooo damn sleepy now. And after I blog, I do intend to catch up on my sleep. I told ya I like sleeping right? So it's not that I'm a pig, I juz feel sleepy all the time, like my cuz, Jace. Hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmm.. I'm hungry. AGAIN! I'm always so hungry, I dunno why. I eat so much and I never ever grow fat. Thank goodness!! Otherwise I'd have to exercise like nuts. Wheew! I think I'll go grab some food before napping. Yay, such perfect bliss! If there isn't any food, I'll juz have to settle for my melted Kinder Bueno. Yeah, one craving down, a few more to go. *grins* Hmm.. Melted chocs sound really gross, but I'm a choc lover, how can I resist it? Aaahh.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My blog's gonna be really short today, since I didn't go to school or anything. But i did go to my friend's house for a project. My group members and I were supposed to meet at Aljunied MRT and I was the earliest. About 15 minutes later, my friends arrived. But we still had to wait for one more member. After waiting for 10 more minutes, we decided to give her a call. She answered and told us that she was still far away and told us to go ahead without her and that she would meet us at my friend's house. We gave her the address and directions and told her to call again if she was lost. Some time later, we got a call from her. She said that she really was lost and had ended up in Serangoon. Cartoon lah she! Hahahahaha!! So in the end, she had to go all the way back home without meeting up with us. Sigh.. A wasted trip! I pity her.. I'd hate to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Argh.. My mom's nagging at me to stop. So I guess I'll hafta go now. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109402809704476921?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109402809704476921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109402809704476921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109402809704476921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109402809704476921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/09/mustard-n-chocs.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; CHOCS!!'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109396347466978675</id><published>2004-08-31T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:34:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Viruses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. The comp guy came to fix our comp today. Like duh! But anyway, I'm snappy coz I need my sleep but I have to write that script. Sheesh. I wanna SLEEP!! I guess I will. After blogging, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So the comp guy said that our comp's super corrupted. All the porn kept popping up. Nuts. Then he upgraded our system to XP. Like, finally!! Hahahaha. My dad intends to wait till Microsoft comes up with a newer system before he changes the comp. I think by then I would have moved out of the house. So.. Who cares? He's so stubborn, me dad. But I still love him. LOTS. Love ya pop! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teachers' Day today. Didn't bother to go back to my pri school. They're all so dumb and boring anyway. I went to Billy Bombers instead at the Heeren with my pri school pal. She's so different now. Sigh.. But so am I. The bill costed us a bomb! I guess that's why they're called Billy BOMBers. Hahahaha! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I dao-ed the guy today again. Heh. We had a moment of eye contact, then I dao-ed him and I saw him staring at his feet and walking past me. Like, wateva! Forget it, wise guy. Don't waste your time. Go for that girl from the sub-science class! At least then you guys can study together, since I'm in double pure. I think he's in double pure too.. Well, then he can tutor her if she needs his help or anything. He's actually nice, too bad there aren't any 'sparks'. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I'm so damn sleepy. My eyelids are seriously drooping. I have to do a project at my friend's home. What should I wear? Hahaha. So bimbotic. My back aches. Ouch. I really need my beauty sleep. Just kidding! I guess I'll have to do the script some other time then. Good night! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109396347466978675?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109396347466978675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109396347466978675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109396347466978675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109396347466978675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/08/mustard-n-viruses.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Viruses'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109388046562938708</id><published>2004-08-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:35:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hahaha, I sooooooooooo screwed up my Geog CA today. It happened like this: My test paper consisted of 4 printed pages. 1st page was some bullshit "instructions to candidates", 2nd page was the first two questions. 3rd page was the last two structured questions and the 4th and last page was a figure/diagram of the case study of Mt St Helens. So I was done with the first two questions and when I reached the last question which was about the case study, I think I was so nevous that I even forgot to read the diagram. SHEESH!! The question even said "refer to the case study of Mt St Helens in figure 1". I can't believe I missed it. I only figured it out when the CA was over and I walked to my friend's table and the wind blew and flipped her paper around. I was like "OMG! What's that? Argh!! I forgot to read that!" Thankfully, I'd already studied the case study before.. So I kinda knew how to answer the damn question. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I also kinda fired my tuition teacher today. I'm really sad, coz we're very close, so I sorta miss him now. He's also like my counsellor/advisor. He's really wise. =) Luckily, we're still keeping in touch thanks to MSN and a certain technology called the SMS. Heh. But I'll still miss him alot. He's a really good friend and confidante. *sniff* THANKS ED-GOR, FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY NONSENSE AND BLABBER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah well, I've decided to dao that guy. Hahahaha!! He's soooo irritating, keeps talking rubbish to me. His conversation starters are the LAMEST I've ever come across. Today, he tried flirting with me again! I was so blur, I didn't even realise it. I was like "Huh? Really meh?" when my friend told me about it later on. Hah. Apparently, when he was trying to step on my "Wah! So clean!" shoes, he actually wanted to play footsie. Like, WATEVA! I don't like him, so go away! Stop wasting your time on me, coz I like someone else! I even told him I was lesbian (I'm so not), so that he would piss off. BUT, it didn't quite work, he's still hanging around me. My posse is dissing him like nuts, but he seems to be oblivious to it. Ah well, I can't be bothered about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*yawn* It's 23:39 now. I'm so sleepy. I feel like I'm gonna doze off in front of the comp now. Guess that means I'd betta be going. Chill out dudes!! Ciao!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109388046562938708?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109388046562938708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109388046562938708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109388046562938708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109388046562938708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/08/mustard-n-stupidity.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Stupidity'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109378102210497590</id><published>2004-08-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:42:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustard 'n' Bimbos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BIMBO ALERT!! I found out today in church that we would be having a combined class with the lower sec class next week. Geez! Bimbo Galore! They can be pretty annoying sometimes, what with their fashion and all. But no worries, my pals and I have decided to 'boycott' them by wearing black next week. Since I didn't have any black tees, I went to Queensway to get one. After lots of browsing and stuff, I finally found one simple black tee with contrasting coloured prints. It's from Converse. I think I'm turning into a Converse fan or something, my sunday shoes, my socks and my shorts are all from Converse. It's crazy. I should be Anti-Converse... Since it's kinda like a 'Lian' brand. It's 'Lian' coz cheena bands like Energy or watvea endorses it. GROSS!! Converse is pretty cool, Energy juz spoils everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know I promised to update yestersday, but I had to study for my Geog CA tmr. YUCKS. Lotsa memory work. It's bad for my poor brain. I'd much rather be chillin' out at home, playing some computer games or reading my new pile of books from Times. I still have 2 and a-half to go. Sigh... Not that I'm complaining, but can't the sch juz give less tests?! The PM already suggested lessening the syllabus, so why aren't they putting his words into action??? Argh... I'm so stressed. But while I'm on the subject of computer games, I wanna get Missing: Since January. It's such a really cool game. It's kinda spooky tho, coz it seems so real. I hope I don't get freaked out, since I can be a whimp sometimes. I'm scared of the dark!! Hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow, yesterday was a really bad day. A bad bad bad day. Or maybe I'm juz being pessimistic. Anyway, I was mistaken for a boy twice. Yes, TWICE! Can you imagine that? Some people are so blind. I know my hair's short, but it really isn't all that short. I guess it must've been the mohawk that I was sporting. Hahaha!! I swear I'll never style my hair that way ever again. No way. I'm traumatised. Heh. Nezt time if someone calls me a boy, I'll give them my pufferfish face or my duh "You're so stupid" face. Hah. Take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad, I don't have any links. Sigh... I guess I'm the only one who blogs. Outta all my friends, that is. My friends can't be bothered with blogging. They think it's for "people with no life". Yeah, wateva. Everyone has their own hobbies, and blogging is mine. Anyhow, I'm gonna try to randomly find other people's blogs and link them. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now. It's time for dinner. Whoa, this entry's super long. Wheew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109378102210497590?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109378102210497590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109378102210497590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109378102210497590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109378102210497590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/08/mustard-n-bimbos.html' title='Mustard &apos;n&apos; Bimbos'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109006.post-109370459112698546</id><published>2004-08-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:49:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>It was quite a bad day today. Argh.. Interruptions!! I gotta go. Will update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109006-109370459112698546?l=moronic-mustard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/feeds/109370459112698546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109006&amp;postID=109370459112698546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109370459112698546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109006/posts/default/109370459112698546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moronic-mustard.blogspot.com/2004/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>The Mustard Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05260572944704539764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
