<?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-5599859</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:35:58.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JO THE GREAT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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>875</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116504893191564110</id><published>2006-12-02T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:42:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll be using livejournal from today onwards.so please relink. yes. :)http://wet-primitive.livejournal.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116504893191564110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116504893191564110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_12_02_archive.html#116504893191564110' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116470120736821554</id><published>2006-11-28T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:06:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i caught happy feet with girlfriend. that show is a must to watch please. the italian penguins are fucking funny i couldn't stop laughing. but i hate the rain. it rained so heavily that my shoes were all wet as well as girlfriend's. &amp; that damn umbrella we bought doesn't seem to be of any help.its home fer today. supposedly going pet farm with dau and claud but claud fell ill so yup </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116470120736821554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116470120736821554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_28_archive.html#116470120736821554' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116455320496507048</id><published>2006-11-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:00:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aights. new template up.i was bored thats why. oh wells.today i stayed home.worked in the eveningand visited the doctor after work.cause of my throatyes i've contracted Tonsillitis.it hurts and i hope i get well soon.i don't want balloon tonsils and i don't want any op.i'm gona take care of myself.&amp; drink lots of fluids.have enough restand eat healthy food.yay :D&amp; i'm going to be healthy again :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116455320496507048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116455320496507048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_26_archive.html#116455320496507048' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116446344780019050</id><published>2006-11-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:04:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stayed over at girlfriend's last night.watched finding nemo. i love dory la okay. omg so fucking cute la."just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming..."and guess what, its the voice of ellen. goodness.had chicken rice fer breakfast this morning with sausages as well.then went to sleep again..i love you girlfriend.this is going on strong fer us and i'm happy.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116446344780019050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116446344780019050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_25_archive.html#116446344780019050' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116428163362174520</id><published>2006-11-23T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:33:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally the module is over :D yes finally! yaye!for the past week, i was struggling with my final project fer ideation 2 and finally today its over.20th November on monday was me and girlfriend's 11 months. spend our day out at town. bump onto claudia and dauser and ended up going fer dinner together as well as telling ghost stories abt claud's camp. hilarious please. watched flushed away. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116428163362174520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116428163362174520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_23_archive.html#116428163362174520' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116384142937481166</id><published>2006-11-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:18:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry for not blogging fer the past erm 5 days? i was sooooo busy rushing my work. goodness. yes i'm still having ideation and i'm still at it goign stress! i have to complete a scrapbook and another book as well. tell me about it. goodness. oh wells. but my lecturer is pretty. wht can i say. LOL. what crap!so i've been to starbucks to do work AND chill.i've been in school to do work.i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116384142937481166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116384142937481166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_18_archive.html#116384142937481166' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116343287658455000</id><published>2006-11-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:53:06.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 hours of sleep last night due to rushing of posters. i almost died please and now i'm like a walking zombie from morning 8am till now. oh yes i'm serious about it. ideation is tedious. :( i don't like it. especially the timing of the class. i really pity those who lived in the west side cause they have to wake up like 2 hours earlier to get ready and reach school on time.i went dinner and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116343287658455000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116343287658455000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_13_archive.html#116343287658455000' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116325278811708419</id><published>2006-11-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:10:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. i'm sick. fer 3 days already ever since thurs. so yes. on thurs i went to get my tattoo done with gf. :) i'm happy with it. thanks jeremy &amp; i love it. met up with marc, azie, cheez and steph. then ate dinner and slacked till 10 plus and head home. was fucking tired and weak la okay.this is how it looks like....In loving memory. I love you dad.on friday. its day out with friends again even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116325278811708419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116325278811708419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_11_archive.html#116325278811708419' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116300142933519302</id><published>2006-11-08T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:57:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>classes have been starting so earlyi've been losing my sleep and feeling all weaki'm sick now and i'm not happy about itwork is tedious and i hate it!i'm sorry but that glass of water was just a glass of water to me.i rejected it cause i don't want to drink it.nothing else more than that.if you think i'm rejecting you altogether then you're wrong.i just don't understand why i should receive such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116300142933519302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116300142933519302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_08_archive.html#116300142933519302' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116325197965675267</id><published>2006-11-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:32:59.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday bubu!i love you with many many parts of my heart.enjoy your birthday.i promise we'll meet next week.this week's project is tedious.sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116325197965675267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116325197965675267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_08_archive.html#116325197965675267' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116266348957120854</id><published>2006-11-05T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:04:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm pissed with doug. really pissed. supposedly yesterday end up i got busted. like really, screw him up down left right. LOL. oh wells. i just took my bag and walked out the shop with marc. urgh. so aidil said its next week by jeremy.watched street clap yesterday outside far east. dancers were fabulous. loves it. got all hyper and started laughing, jumping, talking like "lis, lhich lis lery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116266348957120854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116266348957120854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116266348957120854' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116221856715456627</id><published>2006-10-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:29:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously, tell me how to react. really.i miss you so.but i'm feeling so like crap.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116221856715456627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116221856715456627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_30_archive.html#116221856715456627' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116213128560835626</id><published>2006-10-29T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:14:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i'm having doubts. i don't know what to do cause certain things don't seem to be true. in fear of affecting our relationship, i don't know how to tell you and i don't know how to even ask you. if i were to ask you about something, would you tell me the truth? i'm sorry that i have doubts and that i can't trust you enough. maybe its because of what happen. i don't want to find out myself. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116213128560835626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116213128560835626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_29_archive.html#116213128560835626' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116209561282261750</id><published>2006-10-29T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:20:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's day 1.girlfriend's out of singapore to genting.she'll only be back till wednesday night.i hope she's doing fine. i love you.today i won't be heading out though. its raining so heavily. nice time to sleep. :) hahahaha. buti'm so hungry! faints.school starts at 9am tmr. having ideation 2. i'm donna die la. its been lonnnnnnnnnnng since i last got a 9am class. faints.i've got nothing to blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116209561282261750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116209561282261750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_29_archive.html#116209561282261750' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116195830855394264</id><published>2006-10-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:11:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm fucking disapointed in you.really. i don't know what to say to you right now.i hate liars.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116195830855394264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116195830855394264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_27_archive.html#116195830855394264' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116192437497908918</id><published>2006-10-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:46:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever it is, i went vivo with gf yesterday. vivo is HUGE okay. its so big that me and gf got lost. met up with steph who was our tour guide of the day. LOL. and when we walked the first level only, we were tired already. gf bought a zara top fer herself. i saw SO many things i wana buy so i decided that CNY clothes will be bought at vivo :D so yup. went town after that fer dinner. then bump </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116192437497908918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116192437497908918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_27_archive.html#116192437497908918' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116192354003581370</id><published>2006-10-27T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:32:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its the end of the block! hooray! but i still want to rant about what happened yesterday during the final presentation! urgh! oh yes, kheng li is the problem. let me tell you what is his damn problem. Initially, i decided to do my project on a group of lesbians. so yup, i took like 200 over pictures and all he chose 5 only. so fine, he told me to shoot on 1 couple so fair enough, i did it on me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116192354003581370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116192354003581370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_27_archive.html#116192354003581370' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116174847028090475</id><published>2006-10-25T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T11:54:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright. now that my photographs are chosen, editted and all i need to do now is a damn folder, a slideshow, develop all pictures into 5R and have them mounted on a black a4 paper. bloody hell. kheng li is such a pain. really. i mean why isn't he choosing all the nice pictures which i took a longer time to shoot instead he chose those i just randomly shot. sometimes he just love being so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116174847028090475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116174847028090475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_25_archive.html#116174847028090475' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116132368537603830</id><published>2006-10-20T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:54:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 10 months girlfriend. :)We've been through lots together and i'm glad we overcome it. You've been a great girlfriend. I love you very much and i treasure you alot. I wana make you happy. :) More annis to come. :DGot my timetable already. not quite happy about it thou. school is stress. besides the fact that my day will never failed to be brighten up by my pondok gang gang gang gang gang. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116132368537603830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116132368537603830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_20_archive.html#116132368537603830' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116118893786498703</id><published>2006-10-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:28:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so met up with jen at pasir ris in the afternoon. lunched at food court. i saw mdm lina today. its been long and yes i missed her :) met up with mas after that. bus-ed over to girlfriend's aunt's place. it was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nice la okay. there are like 35347598347534 sofas la. the bed is so fucking soft and comfortable, the pond is so nice, the paintings around the house are so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116118893786498703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116118893786498703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_19_archive.html#116118893786498703' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116114928351505186</id><published>2006-10-18T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:28:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my lesbian story shoot is off. kheng li wanted to be a pain in the ass thats why. and now, i only concentrate on one couple will do. consultation tomorrow i will have to produce 300 pictures. damn you KL.  so yesterday i went over to mas's place with girlfriend and i have to say that HER HOUSE IS FUCKING NICE! and her cat is sooooooooooo cute name simba (thou a female) i love her house la! omg. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116114928351505186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116114928351505186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_18_archive.html#116114928351505186' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116088650305784017</id><published>2006-10-15T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T12:28:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday.DXO was like horrible in the beginning but later part it was alright. queue was like ohhhhh myyyyyy goddddd long la okay. a group of girls just have to cut our queue that cia went "you're fucking ugly la you fat bitch" niceeee. LOL. when e finally get in, it was th live band playing. they were filipinos. lovely voices please. soon music started so me and the rest went to dance. marc and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116088650305784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116088650305784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_15_archive.html#116088650305784017' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116084122551344037</id><published>2006-10-14T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:53:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm over at girlfriend's.saw something i totally dislike.whatever.yes Whatever Man Dot Dot Dot.bye la!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116084122551344037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116084122551344037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_14_archive.html#116084122551344037' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116056592997965746</id><published>2006-10-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:25:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in school right now.browsed through friendster and saw that one particular person who is in my friends list has obviously no sense of originality. and so, since that we're not really THAT close and just acquintances, i deleted her from my friendster. really, major turn off.to you:i dislike you alot right now. go get your own sense of originality cause it turns me and everyone off. you shortie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116056592997965746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116056592997965746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_11_archive.html#116056592997965746' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116041005533117831</id><published>2006-10-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:07:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i met up with girlfriend today at tampines. she bought me another belgian chocolate knowing that i love them. we had teppan yaki fer lunch and we couldn't finish eating. Even the rice were left unfinished. tsk tsk. i'm so glad my mom isn't there, or else she'll nag the hell outta me. we took prints :D walked around and girlfriend got herself a giordano sweater and i got myself an espirit top. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116041005533117831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116041005533117831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_09_archive.html#116041005533117831' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116029910796325239</id><published>2006-10-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:18:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exercise 2 : 40 pictures of my home.tell me about it. if my home is just as big as donald trump's, i could produce 4000 pictures even and blind K.L with snaps of gold gold and more gold. HAHA! man... my house is boring. :( i'm afraid my pictures would turn out boring as well. eeyer. &amp; K.L is so fucking strict with pictures. my previous best 5 pictures were all over exposed and he doesn't like it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116029910796325239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116029910796325239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116029910796325239' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-116006429170632144</id><published>2006-10-05T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:04:51.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever since school start which is barely a week yet, i'm feeling oh so stressful already.My curent module is Fundamentals of digital photography. Initially i was quite excited about it UNTIL i started learning all the functions of the camera. goodness. From lens to ISO to aperture and all sorts of shutter speeds and nonsense. &amp; Today, its our very first field trip. We had to report at Mustafa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116006429170632144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/116006429170632144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_05_archive.html#116006429170632144' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115980037447432757</id><published>2006-10-02T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:20:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>though i still love you so muchbut i'm sick and tired of everything.if this is how things is going to be then really.maybe time out is what we really need.or maybe we would be better off as friends.i really don't have any stamina to carry on facing the same thing every single week. it's tires me out.i don't wana hear anything like"go find someone else"or whatsoever.cause i'm certain i won't.maybe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115980037447432757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115980037447432757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_02_archive.html#115980037447432757' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115971162662051123</id><published>2006-10-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:19:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its coccolatte last night again.with jen, cheez, nina, kevin, kaen, jotham, naziehah and baoyi who came awhile later.no place to sit please.but anyway home at around 4.school resumes tomorrow.&amp; i'm not looking forward to it.the past few days i was like "i can't wait fer school to start"and now, just when school is gonna start tomorrow, i'm saying this. goodness.anyway shopping today with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115971162662051123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115971162662051123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115971162662051123' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115946624624911068</id><published>2006-09-29T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:57:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>girlfriend caught forbidden city today with her aunt (without me).i wana watch too! :(but i hope you enjoyed it.met up with cheez at tampines today.got sunflower fer jen.then headed paya lebar.chilled at coffeebean till jen end work.new friend made, Nash. :)chatted about many stuffs. haha.after that had teppan yaki fer dinner.then as usual chilled at starbucks.got all bored that we started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115946624624911068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115946624624911068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_29_archive.html#115946624624911068' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115929460294478743</id><published>2006-09-27T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:16:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past 1 week plus i have been meeting my sister, jen and her girlfriend, (who is my brother), cheez every single day. eating and eating non stop together with snacks like what's known as "le kok" and "tutu kueh" from pasamalam and of course continuously drinking passion fruit tea and raspberry frap, chilling at starbucks till late and departing at tampines mrt station. great company, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115929460294478743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115929460294478743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_27_archive.html#115929460294478743' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115903814806291287</id><published>2006-09-24T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T03:02:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't want to be the only one being optimistic towards this relationship. all the assurance seems to be bull crap to you. i'm tired. really. i try not to give you so much prssure. i give in to you whenever you're upset with your parents which you rant at me about. i give my all to this relationship hoping that you'll understand that all i want is fer this relationship to work out. i assure you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115903814806291287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115903814806291287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_24_archive.html#115903814806291287' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115894234206317476</id><published>2006-09-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:25:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was fine.girlfriend came over after school.its a pity she couldn't come and join me, jen and cheez fer dinner.so she went home at 6don't be pissed alright babe?everything's gonna be fine.bear with it till your exams is over alright?so i met up with jen and cheez fer dinner.teppan yaki fer dinner of course.chilled at starbucks after that.all the way till 11 before we head home.i miss you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115894234206317476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115894234206317476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_23_archive.html#115894234206317476' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115890480544014685</id><published>2006-09-22T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:00:05.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know about the plan today.waiting fer gf to call. yup.something random.i have a friend who's really sad about something called love. (not gonna reveal her name)she told me this: sometimes i wish i could turn back time so i can make her happier and do things which wouln't hurt her that much. &amp; i didn't treasure her then, and now that she has left, then i chose to regret. and now its too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115890480544014685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115890480544014685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_22_archive.html#115890480544014685' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115886746785945543</id><published>2006-09-22T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T03:37:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterdayfetched girlfriend from school.had lunch at compass.after that sent girlfriend home.then head down to meet up with cheez, jen and nina (a new friend (: )headed spins to meet up with the rest.chilled there fer awhilethen head lucky plaza fer dinner.played pool after that.went cine after that.went arcade and played like mad. LOL.after that went home.happy 9 months anniversary dearest. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115886746785945543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115886746785945543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_22_archive.html#115886746785945543' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115869009878825910</id><published>2006-09-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:21:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 9 months anniversary dearest. i love you. :)today met up with girlfriend at tampines interchange lunched at teppan yaki. :Date till full.after that we walked around and i went to buy berms.girlriend got herself a spag.then we headed starbucks to look fer yvonne and amy.chatted and bitched and laughed and smoked. LOL. yvonne's laughter is so scary please. haha.after they left, jen and cheez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115869009878825910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115869009878825910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_20_archive.html#115869009878825910' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115858664824418752</id><published>2006-09-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:37:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to school today.met up w jenhead mensa to look fer waniehad lunchafter that gf camethen went ponokafter that went opp schjen got her hair dyed and shavedit was nice :)both of them came over to my place after that.slacked till 6 pluscheez came after.went prata shop fer dinner.chilledthen went home ard 8 plus.tmr will be sakae-ing.:Dthanks for coming down gf.i love you. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115858664824418752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115858664824418752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_18_archive.html#115858664824418752' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115850337257185021</id><published>2006-09-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:27:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>girlfriend came over this morning.headed tm fer lunch.had pizza :Dwas so damn full after eating. LOL.walked around then bused home.came back then watched tvand slept till 6.worked and gf cabbed home.yup.and to some girl.i don't like you.we don't like you.so, don't be thick skin and think we like you. go get your puss licked by a random guy then.hahahahaahahahahaguess you're a real ho'neh neh poo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115850337257185021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115850337257185021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115850337257185021' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115834480850496973</id><published>2006-09-16T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:26:48.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what haven't i done enough?is it appreciated even?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115834480850496973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115834480850496973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_16_archive.html#115834480850496973' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115825332711496280</id><published>2006-09-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:02:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm over at girlfriend's.now its 12.53am.girlfriend is asleep already.&amp; i cant get to sleep.she'll be having school tomorrow so i dont' wana disturb her to keep me company.soooooooooo i'm online. LOL.as far as i'm bored being online, i decide to blog.and soon, i'll be heading to my layout.okay. now i'm going. bye :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115825332711496280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115825332711496280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_15_archive.html#115825332711496280' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115816810609546035</id><published>2006-09-14T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:21:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spent the day with girlfriend.she was away from morning till 3 cause she had school.so i was alone at her place till 12 plus when her mom came back.we slept again.then woke up fer dinner.then went online fer a while.left around 10 plus.went simpang just now.met up with jen, adora, cheryl, bernice, marc and joel.cheryl fetched me from gf's placecause she was driving. haha.yup. chilled at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115816810609546035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115816810609546035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_14_archive.html#115816810609546035' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115806724996072010</id><published>2006-09-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:22:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met up with the gang gang gang gang gang in school :Dplayed twister.played heart attack.bitch-edheard some stuffs from jen this afternoon.oh wells. thanks jen fer telling me, though i end up shouting "sharon you fat butch." : maybe what jen said is right. we should get to know each other first before judging. but obviously as what jen said, she decides to discriminate others even before knowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115806724996072010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115806724996072010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_12_archive.html#115806724996072010' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115778847300185570</id><published>2006-09-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:54:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrights. 6th and 7th i stayed over at girlfriend's.2 days str8 spent with her. :)had so much fun...enjoyed every bit of it fer sure.pasamalam-edfrom tutu kuehs, to mango salad, to "luk cheongs", to fish balls, to muah chee and to burgers.definitely not forgetting the shark fins.the pasamalam wasn't big. its only one row and thats it.girlfriend cooked breakfast fer me while i was still in bed.yup</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115778847300185570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115778847300185570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_09_archive.html#115778847300185570' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115747602395626171</id><published>2006-09-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T02:20:53.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. its gonna be long long post.friday was jen's bbq.many people were there.had fun. :Deverything was a success.stayed over at girlfriend's fer the night.saturdayspent the day over at girlfriend's in the afternoonleft fer work at 5.cocolatte-d at night with the peeps.good music.made new friends.sundaytowned with gf.was suppose to go to some building.it was crap really.took lovely prints. :)though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115747602395626171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115747602395626171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_06_archive.html#115747602395626171' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115719109190036888</id><published>2006-09-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:58:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll wait&amp;i love you.yours, Jo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115719109190036888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115719109190036888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_09_02_archive.html#115719109190036888' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115703667624504802</id><published>2006-08-31T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:04:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't been blogging. i was just too lazy to do so..but anyways happy teachers' day.yesterday, met up with the clique to practice the performmance we had put up fer the teachers today. was helluva tired after that. only had a day to come up with a dance. over all we changed 3 times of what to come up with. LOL. hilarious.in the end we had only a 1:27 min performmance on stage. but i had fun. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115703667624504802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115703667624504802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_31_archive.html#115703667624504802' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115668700757041325</id><published>2006-08-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:56:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leaving me isn't going to make me happy.i love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115668700757041325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115668700757041325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_27_archive.html#115668700757041325' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115643932246996027</id><published>2006-08-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:08:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder whats wrong with singaporeans.take singapore idol as an example. what happened tonight was totally and absolutely shocking. nurul is out and i'm not happy about it. at all. she sung well last night. even jasmine was worst than her. look, singapore, see what you've done. despite being reminded by gurmit and daniel to vote WISELY, you kuku fans of a not very talented performmer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115643932246996027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115643932246996027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_24_archive.html#115643932246996027' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115618520782741196</id><published>2006-08-22T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T02:33:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i enjoyed my day together with you.and yes i want everyday to be like today as well.eating heart shaped lollipop and snapping silly pictures.like this...as far as i'm concern, you matter alot to me. (asnwering the qn u stated in your blog)i hope things will be on better stride fer the both of us.i understand that unhappiness and insecurities still haunt you.you said you need time. i'll give it to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115618520782741196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115618520782741196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_22_archive.html#115618520782741196' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115608198258415475</id><published>2006-08-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:53:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm the one who made you break up with me.i'm sorry to have hurted you so many times or should i say too many times fer the past 8 months.since breaking up is what you want, i'll let you go.i'll wait fer you. no matter how long it takes.i love you.happy 8th month anniversary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115608198258415475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115608198258415475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115608198258415475' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115596833027078866</id><published>2006-08-19T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:18:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrights. don't ever eat at vila'ge. cause it sucks.marche was far better i swear.the food were so limited. i don't like.should've went some other place to eat.next friday then :Dtoday is saturday.supposedly suppose to go east coast with the rest but cause of work, i decided not to.going over to gf's place later tonight after work.will be staying over :)and tomorrow's our 8 months anniversary.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115596833027078866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115596833027078866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_19_archive.html#115596833027078866' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115574415753410421</id><published>2006-08-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:02:37.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday to myself. ha!first and fer most.i wana thank all those who wished me from 16th august 12am to 11:59:59pm.thankful that you guys rmbred. LOL. love you guys.girlfriend was the first of course. sweet of her to wake up from her sleep and call me to sing me happy birthday song. LOL. i love you :Dwoke up and auntie was so sweet to cook my favourite philippines delicacy fer me. :D i love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115574415753410421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115574415753410421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_16_archive.html#115574415753410421' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115566295932824975</id><published>2006-08-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:37:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHARILYN DEAREST! :Dfetched gf from school today.gave her, her present.unwrapped and smile.i love you la ah!headed ps and had our lunch at pastamania.then bought a pair of jeansthen after that we walked around.i saw this coat which i want la ah. but its fucking ex.oh wells. whatever.anyway tomorrow is my birthday :D hehehe.hopefully i'm able to meet you girlfriend. i miss you.my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115566295932824975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115566295932824975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_15_archive.html#115566295932824975' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115557756982190096</id><published>2006-08-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:46:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to youHappy Birthday to youHappy Birthday to sharilynHappy Birthday to you. :Ddearest. this is the first time we're gonna spend our birthday together and i want it to be a happy one. :Di'm glad that my birthday is just a day after yours.i love you.and i hope all your wishes come true. (sounds so primary school but i don't care)today's your day girl. i want you to be happy. happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115557756982190096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115557756982190096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_15_archive.html#115557756982190096' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115532041149732897</id><published>2006-08-12T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:32:25.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't been blogging though. sorry. LOlbut national day was a blast. i enjoyed it thou my legs hurt after walking fer the whole day. but gf's company was helluva fun. :D i loved it anyway.headed queensway shopping centre first.bought studs and and tops.headed town. then bought a jeans.dinner at taka.then walked around.sat down t chill. chatted about many stuffs. hahaha hilarious really.oh wells.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115532041149732897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115532041149732897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_12_archive.html#115532041149732897' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115488045568170595</id><published>2006-08-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:07:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>terrapins for you ?? :Doooooo kiss kiss?and kiss kiss again?and again?? hahahahaha girlfriend is like so in love with only one of the terrapin.the other one is so childish. =x kept opening its mouth.ok i know she look as if she's gonna eat them anytime. LOL.apparently i didn't wana kiss them cause i was afraid it suddenly only its mouth. hahaha.i love you girlfriend :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115488045568170595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115488045568170595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_06_archive.html#115488045568170595' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115468414020134018</id><published>2006-08-04T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:35:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is restless.today sucked.i feel restless today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115468414020134018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115468414020134018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_04_archive.html#115468414020134018' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115444926834411820</id><published>2006-08-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:21:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid bus 518 took like 39443857348573484389 bloody damn years to come! pissed the hell outta me. was totally in a foul mood. yes. i waited er 1 hour and 10 mins fer a stupid bus!and the government just have to increase the extra 1 buck of the taxi fare to 2 bucks!the government dont' seem to be rich enough! URGH!i can't help but cryi want to help but i don't know how toi want to go through it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115444926834411820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115444926834411820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115444926834411820' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115436917541987199</id><published>2006-08-01T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:06:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay let me be cause i'm just too bored.just gonna be random about stuffs now.i miss chocolate ice blend from the bubble tea shop downstairs.my damn aircon is not working well and i'm not happy about it. i ought to go shoppingi want the left side of my hair to grow faster. i'm now as free as a i don't know what cause i don't have any assignments to complete.i just love the 3:10 mins part in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115436917541987199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115436917541987199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115436917541987199' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115435848924173377</id><published>2006-07-31T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:08:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had tori Q fer lunch :D the lake house is so bloody damn nice and touching and romantic and loving and exciting and fabulous and cool. lolloves it.bump onto kel and her friend while buying the tickets.then end up, they sat beside us in the theatre. LOL. after that saw bubu. :) gave her a big hug.and also "eeyer" whatever. hahahahabubu prayed fer meand i prayed as well.well inside joke right bro? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115435848924173377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115435848924173377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_31_archive.html#115435848924173377' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115427918327459472</id><published>2006-07-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:06:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone called me yesterday and hung up after asking who i am.81120944if anyone of you knows who is it, kindly let me know. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115427918327459472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115427918327459472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_31_archive.html#115427918327459472' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115410583739348988</id><published>2006-07-29T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:01:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Meiling :Dthese are my sec sch friends.from the left, jeaneve, joan, myself, sylvia, joyce, chloe and meiling :)AND OF COURSE PRESENTING THE BIRTHDAY GIRL WITH THAT STUPID GUM ON HER TEETH. HAHAHAalrights. over to jeaneve's place to celebrate meiling's birthday cause of the bad weather, our previous plan was cancelled. ordered canadian pizza. ate till full. after that tv-ed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115410583739348988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115410583739348988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_29_archive.html#115410583739348988' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115400674401067725</id><published>2006-07-27T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:25:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took pictures of auntie selling "zui kueh" initiallyafter that i changed my mind.and decided to take people who jay-walks. ha!it was totally hilarious really. OMGoh wells at least i settled down on something.and i'm damn tired today.just now ate korean noodles.after that put salt on my ulcerand yes i almost diedcause my ulcer is freakin' big pls.practically jumping around in the kitchen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115400674401067725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115400674401067725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_27_archive.html#115400674401067725' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115393406698534795</id><published>2006-07-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:14:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dumb survey is done. which is good. :) but i dont even know whether it consist of any marks. who knows it might be just 5% or so. or maybe even no marks at all. now all i have to do is the stupid photograph of a behaviour to represent singapore culture. like wtf? oh wells. i've got tmr to do it though. anyway school was fine today. i'm happy with it. watched some dumb video which is totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115393406698534795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115393406698534795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_27_archive.html#115393406698534795' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115382221223227811</id><published>2006-07-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:10:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not in a good mood today though.bad bad ulcer is hurting me.felt horrible in school.and really, i'm pissed.oh wells.class was boring.after class was worst.assignment on the stupid first day already.have to do a survey on stupid HDB flat.and also, i have to do a visual piece of work on a behaviour. really, crap know. omg.i love you. :) i love you :) i love you so :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115382221223227811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115382221223227811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_25_archive.html#115382221223227811' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115380062274496086</id><published>2006-07-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:59:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school starts at 3 today.and i'm like so bloody damn bored now.hope gf's fine though.won't be meeting her today.i love you lovely.so now you think you're damn cool la? omg.you're shorter than me.so find somebody of your own size, moron. HAHA!what you said is just a paradoxso long. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115380062274496086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115380062274496086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_25_archive.html#115380062274496086' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115375444811634881</id><published>2006-07-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:20:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met gf at pasir ris inter today at 2 plus.bought lunch from whitesands.then bus-ed to her place.her mom was really hilarious.like omg la ah.after that had lunch-ed with themthen went to sleepsupposedly study but gf was having cramps. poor her.slept till 8 plus. then woke up fer dinner.and now her dad is at home.her dad seem to be in a bad mood.all the time la. i also don't know why.sometimes i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115375444811634881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115375444811634881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_24_archive.html#115375444811634881' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115366674391937385</id><published>2006-07-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:59:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met up w gf fer lunchlunch at pizza hut.pizza took like 45683968386423 hours to come. alamak.after that we walked around.took prints. then after that bought two tops again.then headed starbucks slacked a while. then head home.gf came over.slept.then went to work at 6.work was tiring. something random:kiss goodbye and superwoman just keep replaying in my mind after catchin the damn mtv in youtube.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115366674391937385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115366674391937385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115366674391937385' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115358509965360598</id><published>2006-07-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:18:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somehow the songs kiss goodbye and superwoman keep playing in my mind after catching the mtv in youtube. smirks.carmen and shane's video is also making me melt.okay this post is like so random la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115358509965360598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115358509965360598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115358509965360598' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115354550855210936</id><published>2006-07-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:18:28.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>next block's gonna suck. really.mas, shak, syafrin, azmi, etc all's not gonna be in the same class as me and im fucking unhappy.stupid module and stupid timetable. to hell please. like totally. but lesson's gonna start  from 3 to 6 which is good. :D i can sleep till my eyes pop out also can. but whatever it is i'm still unhappy.i want to change class!anyway the weekends are here to stay. weekends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115354550855210936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115354550855210936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_22_archive.html#115354550855210936' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115340255097642794</id><published>2006-07-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:29:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>submission date today. rushed everything and hand it uptoday my lecturer scolded the word "fuck"like so fucking cool?omg. he's like the best lecturer among all modules i've got.slackiest (if there's such a word) lecturer as well.ain't feeling good today in school. shak, shafiq and syafrin were like crazy really. they kept saying i was turning str8. wtf.maybe cause of me looking all moody.happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115340255097642794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115340255097642794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_20_archive.html#115340255097642794' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115310242664350893</id><published>2006-07-17T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:13:47.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's been fine now i guess. the final project is up. but it wasn't something difficult so thats good :Di have to do a gift wrap design. together with another assignment of taking pictures and all.will be going back to school to finish up. :)  i need t get the stupid black mounting board though.oh wells, i guess i'm just being too free?didn't touched any of my stuffs as in really go into it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115310242664350893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115310242664350893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_17_archive.html#115310242664350893' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115294517697462673</id><published>2006-07-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T14:32:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a dream last night.it kept me smiling to myself.sexy it is. lovely it is.man, i love you like how fat kid love cake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115294517697462673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115294517697462673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_15_archive.html#115294517697462673' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115280847493073016</id><published>2006-07-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:39:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girl your stare, those eyes I (love it when you look at me baby)Your lips, your smile I (love it when you kiss me baby)Your hips, those thighs I (love it when you call me baby)And I can't, deny I (love it when I'm with you baby)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115280847493073016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115280847493073016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_14_archive.html#115280847493073016' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115276292548908513</id><published>2006-07-13T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:55:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new template up. :) i like.i'm just bored la really. so decided to change it.gonna get ready to go school soon. bye all.i love you darling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115276292548908513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115276292548908513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_13_archive.html#115276292548908513' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115270238267760131</id><published>2006-07-12T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:06:22.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't been updating about school. it isn't as tedious as the previous block and i like :D rather slacky though. :) today. period is here to stay with me fer a week. motherfucker. hates it please. now i don't like!i need to take pictures fer assignments.and now since i'm so fucking free, i'm gonna change my template. ha! bye!oh ya, i love you dearest. :)thanks fer taking care of me today. hugs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115270238267760131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115270238267760131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_12_archive.html#115270238267760131' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115255807974943379</id><published>2006-07-11T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:35:25.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>italy won the damn cup. yay :)but whatever it is, i think zidane's cool.LOL. and his bald head isn't shaved fer nothing. ha!bang! str8 into one of the italian player's chest.wooooo it fucking hurt la. but cool! :D i like. =xi don't have any idea fer my pringles can designurgh and i don't like it!i don't like!i need to take photos!tmr i shall take. :Di shall bring my pringles and take! i wan to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115255807974943379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115255807974943379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_11_archive.html#115255807974943379' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115219518186835121</id><published>2006-07-06T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:13:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got my haircut yesterday.went back to coral today.finished my character design :)gonna start on pringles can design. :Dexciting eh!eh, actually not so la ah. sheesh..girl, i'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. :)oh no, she's so sexy!i love you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115219518186835121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115219518186835121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_06_archive.html#115219518186835121' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115203205935579204</id><published>2006-07-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:54:19.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stepped into the clubClocked this fly girl shakin her stuff nowLookin' so hot I could help but say yeahMoves to make a bother wanna go thereI'm talking unbelievableNever seen a girl quite like this before nowTrying to figure out what I gotta doTo get the chance to spend a moment with youCause girl you're looking so damn fly tonightAnd I know I'd like to take it there alrightWhat you've gots </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115203205935579204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115203205935579204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_05_archive.html#115203205935579204' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115193329068810930</id><published>2006-07-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:31:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday dauser. :)chalet last night at downtown.dauser, tiff, xin, claud, mich, chuting &amp; gf and ruth were there.played card games.dare was to drink.horrible.got drunk.puked my ass off. couldn't take it.come to think of itits been long since i last got drunk. =\i hate the feeling please.slept. girlfriend was drunk too. goodness..after that many left fer home. then girlfriend and i left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115193329068810930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115193329068810930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_07_03_archive.html#115193329068810930' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115159851140632289</id><published>2006-06-30T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:28:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two baby terrapins. jojo &amp; shar. how lovely.playing with it together. :D seeing you smile means everything.i love you.i'm all about you.pretty eyes, you make me fly.gotta have youcause i need youneed to feel you babywhere can i find yougotta be with youcause all i want is to dance with you babywon't stop rocking with you honeyi wana dance with you baby tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115159851140632289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115159851140632289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_30_archive.html#115159851140632289' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115141577059724293</id><published>2006-06-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:56:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love you girlfriend. more than anything else in the world :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115141577059724293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115141577059724293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_27_archive.html#115141577059724293' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115124796246821995</id><published>2006-06-25T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:06:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last fri.after sch headed town to meet up w gf.she's with steph and sam.after that dinnered.then headed heeren fer prints.prints were great.loves it.bump onto sylvia and all. goodness miss them like fuck.some kns beatboxer poser still as disgusting as ever.i saw him wearing the same shirt fer 3 times. okay whatever.out with bubu yesterday.like finally please. hadn't meet up with her fer a long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115124796246821995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115124796246821995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115124796246821995' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115107836908964613</id><published>2006-06-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:59:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>past few days was tedious. my project was killing me. got loads to update.first of all. on 20th june is the 6th month anniversary of girlfriend and i :D spend the anni at momo together with friends. i had fun. loads of fun :D though the beats were bad. the good ones came in at the end. ha! laughing at the most retarded looking crazy ass guy moving like as if he got electrocuted by one fucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115107836908964613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115107836908964613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_23_archive.html#115107836908964613' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115051418497367194</id><published>2006-06-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:16:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MAC'S PHOTO BOOTH PLEASE! happy picture takings with friends and funny effects to go along with. loves it! totally hilarious really. s far as i'm concern, there's still school. drawing essentials yesterday was horrible. had to redraw &amp; redraw &amp; REDRAW. two point perspective that is. urgh. then later on have to draw some parts of the school. like damnit please. and lecturer said "if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115051418497367194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115051418497367194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_17_archive.html#115051418497367194' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115021174588742134</id><published>2006-06-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:15:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leave my girlfriend alone.i love her. don't YOU get it?!it's none of YOUR fuckin' business to interfere in our relationship.and please, speak fer yourself, you're one bitch. To whoever fucker you are, please don't be THAT thick skin to even say i'm yours! like come on la, suck my toes or suck a dog's balls or smth? GROW UP please? i've never seen anyone as low life like you to be even doing such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115021174588742134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115021174588742134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_13_archive.html#115021174588742134' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115020126637487693</id><published>2006-06-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:19:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i'm feeling restless. VERY restless. very tired. very sleepy. i don't like myself today. fingers are aching like fuck. feel damn sore all thanks to wiring sculpture. aint loving it. damnit. school was tiring. everyone was tired. it wasn't fun. it was so dead. i now bad mood la ah. anyhow blow! urgh! i badly need to shout???? sigh. 3D art fun is boring. i don't like! i'm excited for free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115020126637487693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115020126637487693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_13_archive.html#115020126637487693' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115013500647548056</id><published>2006-06-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:02:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate what i'm feeling todayi hate what happened todayi hate what i saw todayi hate what i think todayi hate what you're doingi don't like la fuck!URGH!find something better to do before i blow up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115013500647548056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115013500647548056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_13_archive.html#115013500647548056' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-115004992529553517</id><published>2006-06-12T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:18:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new pictures uploaded - sentosa w gf again :Dthough its been long but finally i upload it.and to end this entry.........this is carmen. AIN'T SHE HOT?!?!like drop dead gorgeous please! FAINTS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115004992529553517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/115004992529553517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_12_archive.html#115004992529553517' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114993123902002442</id><published>2006-06-10T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:20:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shaved my hair again :Di'm still pumpkin-matic. (WELL if there's such a word) ha!very much happy with my life and my hair. :Dschool's been helluva fun with all my super hyper and crazy friends. i LIKE :Dpicture taking with hilarious effects from mac laptop makes me laugh till i can die.mas's laughter always made me laugh even more. goodness.and shak is just as humourous. LOL.great people. this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114993123902002442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114993123902002442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_10_archive.html#114993123902002442' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114977201917264900</id><published>2006-06-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:06:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as we stroll alone togetherholding hands, walking all aloneso in love, are we to, that we don't know what to doso in love in a world of our ownas we walk by the sea togetherunder stars twinkling high aboveso in love are we to, no one else but me and youso in love. so much in love. we stroll alone togetheri tell you, i need you oh so muchi love, i love you my darlingand you tell within my touchas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114977201917264900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114977201917264900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_08_archive.html#114977201917264900' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114960614376125198</id><published>2006-06-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:01:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you're so gorgeous i can meltyou're so wonderful i can't help.your sexy lingerie made me breathless.you're special, to me. i love. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114960614376125198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114960614376125198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_06_archive.html#114960614376125198' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114952627630366220</id><published>2006-06-06T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:51:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>paper making is fun but blending is disgusting and gross. some like mashed brain and some like mashed intestines. some even look like shit! man! but journal writing is interesting. somehow i enjoy writing the journal. drawing essentials is fun. lecturer becomes friendlier somehow. -shrugs. =\ an hour plus of continuous drawing. from eagles to humans to dogs and even buildings. very fun and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114952627630366220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114952627630366220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_06_archive.html#114952627630366220' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114934464287654267</id><published>2006-06-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:24:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Always said I would know where to find love,Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,But some times I just felt I could give up.But you came and changed my whole world now,I'm somewhere I've never been before.Now I see, what love means.[Chorus]It's so unbelievable,And I don't want to let it go,Something so beautiful,Flowing down like a waterfall.I feel like you've always been,Forever a part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114934464287654267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114934464287654267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_03_archive.html#114934464287654267' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114933991720138390</id><published>2006-06-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:05:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's been fine. it wasn't as tough as the previous block but still lessons are boring and now its 12 to 3 and then 3 to 6. after the 3 hours break i will feel restless and have no mood fer lessons anymore. whats more. 3 to 6 is 3D art fund. really boring please. i suck at sculptures. i suck at clay. but i enjoy break time in studio with my friends. :D oh wells yesterday was the usual school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114933991720138390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114933991720138390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_03_archive.html#114933991720138390' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114932934001008563</id><published>2006-06-03T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:09:00.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's been fine. it wasn't as tough as the previous block but still lessons are boring and now its 12 to 3 and then 3 to 6. after the 3 hours break i will feel restless and have no mood fer lessons anymore. whats more. 3 to 6 is 3D art fund. really boring please. i suck at sculptures. i suck at clay. but i enjoy break time in studio with my friends. :D oh wells yesterday was the usual school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114932934001008563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114932934001008563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_06_03_archive.html#114932934001008563' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114899518185065099</id><published>2006-05-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:19:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is supposedly MOS day and i'm at home watching tv all alone. like damnit please. so very much want to go MOS la please. sighs. urgh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114899518185065099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114899518185065099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_05_30_archive.html#114899518185065099' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114899061619342857</id><published>2006-05-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:03:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHATEVER!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114899061619342857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114899061619342857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_05_30_archive.html#114899061619342857' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114878267426750140</id><published>2006-05-28T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T10:17:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was CCN day. so lessons were only from 9 to 12 which was NYH's lesson. but i had to rushed to finish up somemore of the assignments. but mr nyh was being mr kind to give us till monday to finish up the work. well we brought our paintings to the design space fer exhibition. then after that walked with shaf around CCN. i bought 2 badges and he bought like 9?!  design school's CCN is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114878267426750140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114878267426750140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114878267426750140' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599859.post-114849072688406462</id><published>2006-05-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T01:12:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterdayi don't wish to talk about school cause it just spoils my mood utterly much. faints.well i met up with girlfriend after school. passed her the cash fer MOS tix. then we took photos. laughed and chatted and all. i love you darling. :Dwell she came fer a while only. she left around 8. she bought prata fer her dad and cabbe home after that. :) i love you silly one. oh ya we played hei bai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114849072688406462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599859/posts/default/114849072688406462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wet-primitive.blogspot.com/2006_05_25_archive.html#114849072688406462' title=''/><author><name>jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09801505404577094682</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></entry></feed>
