<?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-6212306</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:59:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the waiting room</title><subtitle type='html'>my daily ramblings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212306.post-108331178744374701</id><published>2004-04-30T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:03:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm updating! haha. well cos i'm in school ya see. wheet! alrights. the past few weeks have been so painful, not updating and everything. hahaha. supposed to be studying in the library with hannah but we were so distracted by two teachers daughters playing some annoying game. and whenever the character on the screen jumps, the girl will jump in her seat too. BWAHAA! hilarious. so anyway, left and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108331178744374701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108331178744374701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108331178744374701' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108222264935419841</id><published>2004-04-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:40:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spasm in my leg. its shaking uncontrolably. is that how you spell it? poot. oh wells. well actually its more of my foot. nevermind. see i've suddenly had the urge to stop updating. but i didn't update yesterday. oh sigh.olson screwed up bad. =)anyway, in udder news, i've been keeping myself occupied by sleeping and reading this entire afternoon. i came back from Angel's house like..3 hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108222264935419841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108222264935419841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108222264935419841' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108201633149843345</id><published>2004-04-15T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:09:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote a nice long entry..i wanted to edit it..and i deleted it by accident. oh sighs, haha. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108201633149843345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108201633149843345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108201633149843345' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108194033237167789</id><published>2004-04-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:02:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MID YEARS ARE DRAWING CLOSER MID YEARS ARE DRAWING CLOSER MID YEARS ARE DRAWING CLOSER!!!!!mm..last night everyone experienced a blackout. why not my house? i love blackouts. they're so fun. oh oops. they cant be fun because even if i switched off all the lights in my room, it would still be bright as ever. I HATE MY ROOM. why does it have to be so bright. i think i'm going to get thicker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108194033237167789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108194033237167789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108194033237167789' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108177242038560807</id><published>2004-04-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:47:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changed layout again. hahaha. cos apparently i had the same layout as erica. sitting through chensy's lessons can be SO painful. HAHAHAH. but when she came into class today, everyone was like.."OH MY SHI*!" (she cut her hair btw) she looks even more like a mouse now! well yeah towards the end of class i fell asleep. heh. I know mildred was trying to talk to me cos i could hear her at the back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108177242038560807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108177242038560807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108177242038560807' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108168234624744878</id><published>2004-04-11T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:26:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omgosh. i have to ramble on about my day because it was somewhat eventful. and i actually want to write about it. wowee. thats a first in one helluva long time..ok i woke up at 1.30, i couldnt go back to sleep. listened to jt's cd until 3 something..over and over again. which i then came to a point where i couldnt take the boredom anymore and took a shower. went online, blogged, there were two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108168234624744878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108168234624744878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108168234624744878' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108163069008637189</id><published>2004-04-11T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T19:27:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant sleep....PLEH.so i'm going to take this time and do a proper entry. My last entry was a complete rip off of a update. Wasn't it becs? Too bad for you. hoho.Yesterday was Godspell. Went with Bev, Hannah, Becs, Iris, Jiayi and Cheryl. Yays! Jiayi is still as chio as ever. BWAHAHAHA. She'll kill me if she read this. Oh if anyone knows what day her birthday is on please tell me thank you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108163069008637189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108163069008637189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108163069008637189' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108151958738333508</id><published>2004-04-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:10:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>marsha messaged me this morning..saying she had hi-chew for me. and i only recieved it at 11.30..when i woke up and checked my phone. so if i actually did wake up in time for church. i would have recieved my hi-chew. dammit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108151958738333508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108151958738333508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108151958738333508' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108134383067778001</id><published>2004-04-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:21:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so accomplished!WHEE. i had three pieces of art to finish, namely the alphabet one...your name thingy.and that stupid sock for racial harmony day...yup well i managed to finish all three just now. and surprisingly i still have time to update. wow.but i mean seriously! why do i want to use my good socks for something as worthless as racial harmony day. i mean the school is just eventually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108134383067778001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108134383067778001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108134383067778001' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108115969882901123</id><published>2004-04-05T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T18:13:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just finished tuition. i have to say lao shi is a mad pig. rar. anyway, HAHAHA. oh gosh. i'm still feeling sorry for gummy ducky number three who got buried in the middle of a pavement under a leaf where thousands of feet walk across and stomp all over it. where ants shall be attracted to its oh-so fragrant aroma coming from it. with three rotten flowers on top.. ah yes. poor gummy ducky! i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108115969882901123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108115969882901123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108115969882901123' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108107155153242049</id><published>2004-04-04T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:43:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>marsha and i are having the most intellectual conversation yet.marsha: bwaha. twat;marsha: bwaha.steph: hehehehsteph: twattsteph: twattle talemarsha: fwatt twattle twale.steph: erm.steph: yeah..okmarsha: erm.marsha: yeah....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108107155153242049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108107155153242049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108107155153242049' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108106495472820165</id><published>2004-04-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:52:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was swimming meet. one word. hot. well after swim meet went to orchard with cheryl hannah and two other girls.  we took a mrt, and hannah found it so amusing that i hadnt taken a mrt since the age of four. hmpf.anyway, had lunch at cineleisure. then took a bus to coos, talked for at least two hours in the cell room or whatever..wrote lotsa crap on the board. *haha* then i bought three</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108106495472820165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108106495472820165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108106495472820165' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108082035314045016</id><published>2004-04-01T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:08:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eventful day. i can assure you this entry's going to be long.possibly the worst april fools day ever. lao shi spoilt everything. we couldnt play a prank on her because lao shi dragged lessons on so long that we didnt have time in between lessons to come up with something to do. she looked like a cloud today. details will be included later on..hehx. anyway, let me add that the toilet joke, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108082035314045016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108082035314045016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108082035314045016' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108073649907716952</id><published>2004-03-31T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:04:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh oh oh. today was the last day of djw. and it totally rocked. i wasnt feeling Gods presence on monday as much as tuesday. but today was like. the ULTIMATE. WORSHIP ROCKED MY SOCKS ROCKED MY SOCKS!! ooo yeah. too bad mrs lee was standing behind me. i was dying to jump up and down and raise up my hands..but at the corner of my eye i saw her staring straight at me with her arms crossed. ICKIE. but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108073649907716952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108073649907716952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108073649907716952' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108065075773773649</id><published>2004-03-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T20:50:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love mondays. especially in the morning. straight in the morning after assembly. its so nice to start off our day with chapel. although i thought chapel was really lame..the fear factor bit. DENISE YOU SPOILT EVERYTHING! urgh. yeah well, chapels still the greatest anyway. and i do realise today isnt monday. i am not confused. well today we had discover jesus thingy. did i mention i absolutely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108065075773773649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108065075773773649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108065075773773649' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108047933113204259</id><published>2004-03-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:12:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOO BAD. SOS. SOS. SOS.aghh!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SPRAIN YOUR ANKLE HUH. now we're all in deep poop if you dont recover by track meet. oh goodness..sigh. poor olson! risky!SIGH.anyway, church, practice, everything went fine during practice. till the unthinkable. OH MANN. cant talk abt it. making me tear. shootttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i cant do this. urgh. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108047933113204259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108047933113204259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108047933113204259' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108039350314895823</id><published>2004-03-27T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T21:21:54.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo! MARSHA'S A FAT BLOB OF POOP. anyway, in other news, THE DENTIST SUCKS I HATE THE DENTIST BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... marsha has a funny funny funny accent. which i shall make fun of tomorrow during church. aren't i wonderful? indeed.anyhoo, angel's sitting behind me. alex is pretending that he can play the piano but its not working. he looks so retarded. oh wait. HE IS RETARDED. dammit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108039350314895823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108039350314895823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108039350314895823' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108031250156954398</id><published>2004-03-26T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:54:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh no..of course not. why would i want to complain about the in human who called my mom to cause more trouble to my already troubled life? gee i dont know. no no no, it would be so mean of me to say that SHE IS THE WORST TEACHER ANYONE COULD EVER HAVE?! yes and i definitely wouldnt want to let anyone know I HATE HER. extremely terrible of anyone found out eh. ok i shall cut the poop.YOU MAKE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108031250156954398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108031250156954398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108031250156954398' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108013596207666570</id><published>2004-03-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:49:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~heres a letter for youbut the words get confusedand the conversation diesapologise for the pasttalks of shiti'll take it backare we cursed to this life?!hm. addictive song isnt it. oh goodness!! i went to the lbrary twice today. freezing. the librarian must be really wrapped up tight if she can sit in that room all day. infact i confirmed my theory the second time i went in. as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108013596207666570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108013596207666570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108013596207666570' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108004527685280247</id><published>2004-03-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:40:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im still freaked out by librarians i tell you. i thought librarians were supposed to be friendly and helpful and stuff. but this librarian at school has the most scariest face EVER! i'm going to drag on about the librarian so if you arent interested, dont read.how on earth could a librarian be so unfriendly? just looking at her gives me the creeps. she was chasing everyone out of the library. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108004527685280247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108004527685280247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108004527685280247' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-108002769499663216</id><published>2004-03-23T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:26:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the library now. LIBRARIANS ARE SO DAMNED SCARY. hahaha.oops.i think they record what we actually do on these computers. oh shitzy. ermz..squash soon. fwalala. nothing to do. rebecca and hannah are blogging too i think. if im not wrong. they're not beside me. pleh. i have gummys in my pocket. tempting isnt it. YOU SEE THIS JON? GUMMIES!! yeah coke flavoured. wheeee. lets get high and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108002769499663216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/108002769499663216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108002769499663216' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107986113723668340</id><published>2004-03-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T17:35:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my cat got a bath yesterday morning. i forgot to mention that in my previous entry. its just that my cat is beside me right now, trying to destroy my bracelet. which is also interrupting my fluency of typing. how annoying. yeah continuing about the bath, my cat smells nice. =)) haha! ok great now shes resting her head of almost 1/8 of the keyboard and i cant reach the backspace key anymore. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107986113723668340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107986113723668340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107986113723668340' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-10797869632470228</id><published>2004-03-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T20:52:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha.before tuition, i felt extremely horrible and was having real negative thoughts about lao shi killing me for not learning ting xie well and stuff. was totally reluctant to even step out of the house. but then i remembered that i had to bring hannah her chocolates. SIGH. well tuition, surprisingly.. was actually quite, erm, funny?! i must have forgot what it was like to have group tuition</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/10797869632470228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/10797869632470228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#10797869632470228' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107971085643612259</id><published>2004-03-19T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:55:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seem really lost.i think hannahs entry and bevs entry and rachels entry abt some anon person whom they're pissed at or upset with is really mind boggling. haahhaa. i feel somewhat nosey. but nosey is bad. blar.WHEE. oh goodness. its 11.37pm.bev is using a whole bunch of big adjectives and stuff on her blog. its really cool. but i dont understand alot of it and i'm too tired to go get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107971085643612259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107971085643612259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107971085643612259' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107961385230704166</id><published>2004-03-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T20:55:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm craving for juice right now. really bad. i know you wont be reading this entry anytime soon,no. actually i highly doubt you come to my blog, but i just want to give you a huge hug for being the bestest best best aunty ever. you've always been there cheering me up, and just being sooo fun to be with and understanding and cool and TALL*pft* and wonderfullll and never ending tolerence cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107961385230704166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107961385230704166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107961385230704166' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107953177594740425</id><published>2004-03-17T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:33:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so lame.hahahahahahhaha.i completely forgot what i was going to write about.so i shall just bore you with an entry about my most boring day. yays!lets see,i woke up at 8.20,arrived to school early, well 9.10 actually. but practically no one was there so it's considered early for practice. today was really funny. katie seemed extremely helpless while trying to do some stunt. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107953177594740425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107953177594740425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107953177594740425' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107941871970272167</id><published>2004-03-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:18:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suddenly had the urge to update.and now i dont.i hate...i hate it when cafes are tiny and only have two seater tables and they're all clustered together. its so suffocating.i hate dentists. BOOOOOOOanyway, I NEED PAINKILLERS!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107941871970272167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107941871970272167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107941871970272167' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107935689119376887</id><published>2004-03-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:24:46.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listening to simple plan can just kill.i hate perfecti hate perfecti hate perfecti hate perfecti hate perfecti'm listening to the radio see. Anyway, just got back from school not too long ago. such a painful day. hurt my nose, hurt my arms, hurt my chin and hurt my chest. yes katie, once you see this, i hope you'll be feeling mighty guilty about it. i think i'm going to look like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107935689119376887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107935689119376887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107935689119376887' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107924842262198619</id><published>2004-03-14T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:20:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess who's back? back again. stephee's back. tell ya frens!hellos! well its the holiday, and i said i'd be back for the holidays right?Haha! shiets im glad. anyway, thankfully i havent lost all sense of html. well today was church.worship was quite painful might i say. the girl's voice was all too painful to sit through so i left for shine forth service. very last resort. yeah, hannahs off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107924842262198619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107924842262198619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107924842262198619' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107804816069531239</id><published>2004-02-29T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T17:52:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUNDAEEE..no i mean sunday. yes sundaY. *diet*i'm on a diet! *beams* randomness.. ok anyway, how the weekend flies! gosh.saturday was not very fun. dentist! rarr, i missed practice cos of it. anyhoo, today is sunday. yes sunday. sunday oh glorious sunday. literally glorious. church today! YAYYY!!! only that some of the songs today were kinda er. unknown to me. i think two. HEH. oopsies. anyway,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107804816069531239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107804816069531239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107804816069531239' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107797645094842791</id><published>2004-02-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:57:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. Youadorable, but a little out there. It's alright,you might not have it all, but there are worse which happy bunny are you? brought to you by QuizillaHAHAH. im taking alot of quizzes. but i like this picture so i posted it up. HEH. buhbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107797645094842791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107797645094842791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107797645094842791' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107788568035554189</id><published>2004-02-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:45:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thursday and fridaysighs. i think i gotta update on the right day from now on. anyway.Thursdaylast day of math. yay! heh. anyhoo,in lit.. i got scolded with the entire class even though i was probably the only one who bothered doing my work?! arghs. lifes unfair. anyway, cheerleading after school. how tiring. i fell on the same leg again. i feel unproportionate.sock marks are becoming more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107788568035554189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107788568035554189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107788568035554189' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107770399802836067</id><published>2004-02-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:17:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday Tuesday and WednesdayMondayhms, chapel was extremely fun! i didnt write about it on monday cos i was tied up. oops. i remember being very tired. so in that case, nothing interesting happened if i was that tired out from school. i hate math. very random. yes. i know.Tuesdaysquash today. ah yes. squash my passion. fwala. we got to use the old courts. well at least they're courts. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107770399802836067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107770399802836067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107770399802836067' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107754419456849603</id><published>2004-02-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:53:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost.heres a letter for youbut the words get confusedand the conversation diesheres your letter // blink 182</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107754419456849603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107754419456849603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107754419456849603' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107743719442472813</id><published>2004-02-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:09:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a bad girl. Yes i am. BWAHA.yes, such a bad bad bad girl i tell you. i would have never dreamed of missing out on sunday school. but just to defend myself, i did go for worship. to feel guilty or not to feel guilty?! i dont know. i dont feel very guilty. anyway, we went into shineforth around 10.50? left when the sermon started. so we were laughing outside the hall planning to walk down the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107743719442472813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107743719442472813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107743719442472813' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107737736359679115</id><published>2004-02-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:32:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun-O-Ramaobviously some ppl didnt like my last entry. some ppl didnt agree. well i didnt say you had to agree. dont judge me if youre not in my shoes. ive been in the same class as her for two years now, and if you were in the same class as her last year, you would know what im talking about when i say dramatic. she got kerry and some of us into trouble last year. dont you think i have at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107737736359679115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107737736359679115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107737736359679115' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107728342433389542</id><published>2004-02-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T21:26:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Untitled.how depressing. I can't find a suitable title for my entry tonight.I dont see why we play these games. Obviously you'll lose. You know you'll never win. It's the same everyday. Get the drift. For the sake of baked rice, staring at me for a minute won't save the planet. Its just your life ticking away. whereas for me, i'm having loads of fun. staring at you. you trying not to laugh. me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107728342433389542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107728342433389542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107728342433389542' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107719568603845962</id><published>2004-02-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:06:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please SHUT UP 1S!!yes, just like my previous entry, yet another two hours of freedom. oh happy day. anyway, kerry got damn pissed at the class for being nosey, so she screamed and shouted (does she not notice shes contributing to the noise) at the class to sit at their desks and do work. what the hell? well anyway, everyone obeyed cos everyone knows that when kerrys pissed, kerrys pissed. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107719568603845962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107719568603845962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107719568603845962' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107709327508617447</id><published>2004-02-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:39:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhausted...blehx.give me some credit! i finally changed my links and updated my stupid calendar. hahaha. anyway, today my class didnt sing during assembly, so mrs sim made us stay back to sing the school song twice. teehee.she made kerry and i start the class. and both of us were like "huh.what are we supposed to do?" actually she only wanted us to stand infront and go "1.2.3 start" which was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107709327508617447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107709327508617447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107709327508617447' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107702502106939516</id><published>2004-02-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:39:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHUT UP 1S!heyo! class today was in complete chaos! three free periods! oh mayhem. heh. not sure if thats how you spell it. anyway, in class, i was scribbling really important notices on the board? and when i got back to my seat to do homework, some idiot (don't know who) rubbed the message off? like what the hell... arghs! then i wrote it again, and when i went back..it got erased. so i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107702502106939516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107702502106939516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107702502106939516' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107692237743660028</id><published>2004-02-16T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:09:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHHHHHH!!!Icks. My post got deleted. So i'm not going to type my terribly long entry all over again. Thee End. God Bless.I can't get out of bed todayOr get you off my mindI just can't seem to find a wayTo leave the love behindI ain't trippinI'm just missing youYou know what I'm sayingYou know what I meanYou kept me hanging on a stringWhile you made me cryI tried to give you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107692237743660028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107692237743660028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107692237743660028' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107684955774611109</id><published>2004-02-15T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:55:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Untitled.Can't think of an appropriate title. Anyway, sunday! Meaning church, went early because my Mom decided she wanted to go to the office. So, arrived there extremely early and Lex and I went to the canteen to get gummys because I didn't eat my breakfast. Then we were just sitting in the canteen and Justin came by, and he was telling me what some p5 kid did to Lex in the MG funfair last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107684955774611109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107684955774611109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107684955774611109' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107675755801098019</id><published>2004-02-14T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T19:21:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Er. Hi? Anyway, this afternoon, mom came home. dragged me out to great world to go develop pictures. and she took, 303 pictures. omgosh! whats wrong with her? anyway, i was wondering how the chinese play went. anyone care to tell me? im sure it could have been a little more productive than my day. anyhoo, bought a shirt. i couldnt help it. haha. then i bought ice-cream while my mom was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107675755801098019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107675755801098019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107675755801098019' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107673344495870545</id><published>2004-02-14T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T12:39:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Love..This love has taken its toll on meShe said Goodbye too many times beforeAnd her heart is breaking in front of meI have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymoreanother one of those very addictive songs with very addictive tunes that make addicts like me get addicted to it. anyhoo, everyones going for that funny chinese show this afternoon except the malays indians, ppl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107673344495870545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107673344495870545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107673344495870545' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107666776078278730</id><published>2004-02-13T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:26:54.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry didnt update yesterday. was way too tired by the time i finished everything i had to do. guess i'll update for two days then.THURSDAYsigh, the last day of seeing chensy for a week. oh thank You Lord. Had cheerleading practice after school, i think i shouldn't be a cheerleader anymore. It's like, i'm not good enough. sigh... i was considering quitting. anyway, i finished at around 4.20, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107666776078278730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107666776078278730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107666776078278730' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107649150634830720</id><published>2004-02-11T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:27:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stressssssssswhats upp. hm. dont ask where ive found the time to blog. its called multitasking. you know who cant multitask for nuts? HANNAH. bwaha!! such a dot. but i love her anyway. *hugs* anyhoo, today was so saddening. i failed ting xie twice.thats when i decided im going to mug my life away. then later, i got back my science test, and i scored a lousy 21. HAHAHHAHA. oh wellz. science, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107649150634830720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107649150634830720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107649150634830720' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107641092504185482</id><published>2004-02-10T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:04:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acks. Am I In Trouble?? SniFF!!Acks..Don't really know if i'm in trouble or something. Or maybe some people think really bad about me. Cos firstly, Geraldine (head prefect) was asking Fang Ying what my name was. Like, oh my gosh, am i in deep poop? Then secondly, Hannah told me that some sec 4 girls were talking about me. Why on earth would they want to know who i am? AHHH.. scared scared. Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107641092504185482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107641092504185482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107641092504185482' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107633328587477418</id><published>2004-02-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T21:46:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zzzz....oh my gosh. chapel was ever so. boring. i have never felt this sleepy during CHAPEL. OMGOSH. i was practically falling asleep.sigh. i know the focus of all hymms and songs are actually focusing on praising God. But i just cant seem to really worship if they're really slow. haha. i like singing damn fast. call me lame. sighs! i have alot of strange characteristics i guess. i think cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107633328587477418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107633328587477418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107633328587477418' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107622678548248338</id><published>2004-02-08T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:55:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's You I Live Forsighz. church today. i think the selection of songs today was really nice. and the drummer was damn good. anyhoo, nice nice songs. can't stop praising you lord. hehe! kae..kinda high. i was gona pon lessons today, but just as mandy and i were walking in the opposite direction of class our teacher came up behind us and was like "stephanie aren't you going for lessons now?" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107622678548248338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107622678548248338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107622678548248338' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107615222514710690</id><published>2004-02-07T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:26:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fridayhmpfs. this is a continuation from yesterday (friday) mainly cos i didn't really have any time to fill you in about my most boring day. kae.first period was chi, chi teacher didnt come. i didnt take down chi homework. and if i dont finish by monday i get a 0 on my chi test. dont give a shit. then later was geog, got 22/25 for geog test. miss wee's so nice! she took one more period of our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107615222514710690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107615222514710690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107615222514710690' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107607995609262179</id><published>2004-02-06T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:12:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hate Youyou are not welcome on my blog anymore. who goes around sending your friends MY pictures. what is wrong with You?! i dont know anyone that ...evil? Gosh. it's not your right to go take my pictures and go spread it to all your shallow and desperate friends. so dont come back. You are so.....ARGH. It's all your fault. Go away.Hannah call me when you read this.anyhoo, enough of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107607995609262179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107607995609262179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607995609262179' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107596476506837884</id><published>2004-02-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:10:58.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chaos In The Classroomi'm listening to perfect on mtv. i dont understand why everyone likes that song. sure you can relate to it and all, but it kinda gets sickening. the tune?! get me? anyhoo, im so exhausted. today, as predicted went fine. thank you lord. all together, i only had two hours of studying today. like throughout the six periods before recess, we didnt have any teacher that came in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107596476506837884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107596476506837884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596476506837884' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107581166161314287</id><published>2004-02-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:34:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gummies Galoreee.after school, hannah dawn florence and i went to kap to eat..bleh. so exciting! not. yeah anyway, then after we finished..bought gummies. yeah then hannah found some already opened chocolate covered pretzels..and i was trying to get her to not eat them cos its wrong, but i failed miserably and she got a piece. hecks. anyway, walked like. 3/4 of the way back to school and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107581166161314287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107581166161314287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581166161314287' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107570459344617513</id><published>2004-02-02T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T14:52:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw Integers And Allwhoever thought of making up things such as integers? will anyone even benifit from it? my guess. NO?? when would you use integers in your daily life.. well anyway, i've been stuck on one question for two days already. i have yet to advance to the next 10 questions that await my undying attention. but then again, i wouldnt be paying a whole load of attention to it cos i'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107570459344617513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107570459344617513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570459344617513' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107563948882788082</id><published>2004-02-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:05:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yadda Yadda...Blarrri feel so hurt. my wife kissed someone else but me. sniff. how do you want me to feel about this rebecca? hmpf. anyway, today was church, boring cos i had to go early, saw him...so hot. HOT. teehee.. sigh.oh yes. went shine forth service with amanda and vicky since we didnt want to go main service, apparently shine forth wasnt any better, but heck. later, we went to sicc for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107563948882788082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107563948882788082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107563948882788082' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107555381418213748</id><published>2004-01-31T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T21:01:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save Meso many things to save me from right now.1.angel and alex are both playing and laughing over gunbound. i feel so out of place. although its somewhat amusing in way cos i have no idea what they're laughing over or what they're talking abt. like "do you know how to use the jd special?" poo. like i would know.2.ive been happily snacking without thinking about the amount of carbs i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107555381418213748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107555381418213748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107555381418213748' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107553021294379814</id><published>2004-01-31T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T14:28:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Starsss *wheee*i'm on the phone with hannah nowww. shes talking bout. iris. yes, so interesting..not. she (iris) forgot. yes forgot to invite me to her house. i'm so so so so hurt. sniff! anyway, yeah i have to go tag hannah or she'll call me a bitch. lalala!! today i went to go buy new school shoes, and i have my reasons. just not going to tell you. oh heck, i'll just tell you since i dont</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107553021294379814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107553021294379814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107553021294379814' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107546149471980178</id><published>2004-01-30T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T20:45:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olsons gona win so chuck the rest into the bin!wassup bebehs!! today, possibly the only highlight would be our house meeting. so anyway, i got convinced into joining track.darns. im so confused. what if we have to do our cheerleading while the race im in is going on? i cant be at two places at once. a bit stupiddd.. anyway, so while everyone was just talking and sorting out the races we were in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107546149471980178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107546149471980178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107546149471980178' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107538151213553991</id><published>2004-01-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:07:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Happy Togethersigh. im in love with that song. me and youand you and meno matter how they toss the diceit has to be the only one for me is youand you for meso happy together!!!!!the only problem its supposed to be a guy singing this to a girl. but the song rocks. not stone. not pebble. not anything else but ROCKS! sigh im just being really lame. i'm just going to say this out loud.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107538151213553991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107538151213553991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107538151213553991' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107537267650585687</id><published>2004-01-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:40:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arghs!!!!today is so.ever so depressing. no one ever thought cheerleading was going to be this hard.all these REALLY complicated steps you have to dance to, with seriously fast music. i'm going to look like an idiot. and im really exhausted now, i took a lift home from katies dad. thanku. sigh! firstly, i dont know why but i just couldnt do my stunts properly today. feel so terrible.. today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107537267650585687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107537267650585687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107537267650585687' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107527671941509362</id><published>2004-01-28T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T16:00:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worse Day Yettoday is probably, the worse day of my year. (so far) gosh! firstly,1.i forgot to do my chinese journal thingie2.i havent finished my lit project3.i didnt learn ting xie4.i didnt finish science homework5.i was clueless about math homework6.i didnt eat recess7.i may not go to the mtv asia awards thanks to the school8.kerry got mildred and herself and possibly me into trouble</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107527671941509362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107527671941509362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107527671941509362' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107511849155403686</id><published>2004-01-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T20:03:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Accomplishedok found something to blog about. well, ive re-written my shoutouts. so go check them out yeah. i dont care if it looks sucky. i did it in 20mins and thats considered damn little compared to how long it took me to do the last one. sigh! oh yes. and hannah has also moved. click here if you want to check it out. yups.thats it. bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107511849155403686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107511849155403686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107511849155403686' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107510803417401885</id><published>2004-01-26T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T17:09:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. im blanki dont know what to call my entry for today. i guess i wont blog then.hehe. byebye. yeah this isnt much of an entry is it.oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107510803417401885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107510803417401885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107510803417401885' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107503494220543000</id><published>2004-01-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T20:51:24.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhaustedwoah! exhausted. just finished arranging my links im alphabetical order! why is everyone doing that? haha. just inspired me to do it. yeah, cos this morning, i was half way doing it and then my mom called for me to get off and go to church. &gt;.&lt; ughs.. anyway, church was the same, no excitement as usual. worship was incredibly slow today. hmms. after church, lets seee... mom dragged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107503494220543000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107503494220543000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107503494220543000' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107494527485005804</id><published>2004-01-24T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T19:56:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Pissed.feeling so pissed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107494527485005804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107494527485005804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107494527485005804' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107492412040833844</id><published>2004-01-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T15:40:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donate to the buy-steph-a-new-pair-of-shoes fund!I saw these really really wonderfully pretty pretty beautiful pair of sketchers shoes. and im not allowed to buy them cos my mom thinks my feet are still growing. excuse meeee..but my feet have been size five since p5 for her information..gosh. thats so crappy. but oh well. i have to respect their decision since they're my parents. gosh. wish i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107492412040833844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107492412040833844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107492412040833844' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107485117172378587</id><published>2004-01-23T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:52:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will You Cheese Me?hello! whats up ^-^* yes i feel so incredibly happy. and you know why?? guess. ok fine dont. well i wasnt going to let you have a chance to guess anyway cos i'm gona say it out right now. haha. be prepared...whee!!i....     went....                 to....                         the....                                   SUPERMARKET!!!!!yeah ok thats what you call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107485117172378587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107485117172378587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107485117172378587' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107484136946410736</id><published>2004-01-23T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:53:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling So Smart A$$edwhats up darlings..im in some conversation with rebeccas friend..or exfriend louisa.she seems to think my BRAIN cells are found in my butt. haha! thats VERY cute. no seriously! i feel so smart a$$ed. anyway, this isnt dissing. gdbye. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107484136946410736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107484136946410736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107484136946410736' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107477754166217145</id><published>2004-01-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:21:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim Tam Hazelnut Pralinehello! i love lian kim. shes my darling.. no just kidding. probably because shes the only person who reads my bloggie ever so faithfully. tis such a joy! anyway, i'm snacking on timtam hazelnut pralines or whatever. haha. dont know what "praline" is. ..and...hello this is steph's cousin mel. and steph needs to get off the computer very soon because mel needs to use it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107477754166217145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107477754166217145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107477754166217145' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107475381461596230</id><published>2004-01-22T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:45:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$$$$$$!im uploading pictures from today now. dont forget to visit my pictures yeah. so tiredd. visiting people can be such a chore. i'm too tired to blog actually. gdbye..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107475381461596230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107475381461596230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107475381461596230' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107469042057223045</id><published>2004-01-21T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:09:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silence Is BlissI enjoy silence. yes thats right. without my brothers noisy drumming on the other side of the room. Actually, his banging on the drums wouldnt be called drumming because for one thing, he cant play the drums. hes just making hell lotta noise which is pissing me off. mel, my darling mel, yes my wonderful darling quiet sophisticated mel, is on the other computer blogging quietly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107469042057223045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107469042057223045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107469042057223045' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107468292875744061</id><published>2004-01-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:03:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Willpower! Hath Thou Left Me?I think there must be some mistake. for some reason, the shorts im wearing now, seems to be extremely small for me. its killing my waste. after this entry im going to change cos i think its kinda killing my bone. yeah! i have got to stop eating. i think its all the biscuits i've been snacking on today due to severe depression. yes thats right, depression. now you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107468292875744061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107468292875744061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107468292875744061' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107451557098556421</id><published>2004-01-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:35:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Could Sing Of Your Love ForeverOver the mountain and sea your river runs with life for me and i will open my heart and let the healer set me free!! *screammmm* I Love God! Yes, well what we learnt in chapel today, let me see.Three characteristics that we should apply in our daily lives.1. Love~Well the speaker was explaining to us that the greatest love of all was if you loved someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107451557098556421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107451557098556421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107451557098556421' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107449714190244934</id><published>2004-01-19T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:33:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got Milk?Heyo! kind of happy and sad at the same time right now. cos lian kim said i got into cheer leading!!! *grins* and sad cos..she cant prove it. -.- apparently they only put up the results during recess. and. not my recess. so depressing. now i'll never know for sure. to take liankims word..or to not. that is the question.. lameee. yups..i think if bev tried out for cheerleading, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107449714190244934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107449714190244934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107449714190244934' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107448256571350776</id><published>2004-01-19T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:19:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Morning Geography!I'm in school nowww.during geog. yuks. teacher just walked by. how..AHHH. how embarrassing. its not nice for teachers to know your blog. thats why i have to clear the history after this. I, the absolute guai one out of kerry..haha. and only kerry, have already finished my homework and is allowed to surf the net. yup..we were looking at pictures of bushmen. shanya thinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107448256571350776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107448256571350776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107448256571350776' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107436439326990342</id><published>2004-01-18T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:42:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I See the Stars!!hellooo. it is 2.17am. yups. i'm on the phone with becs nowww!! haha. shes telling me how everyone thinks *ahem* is sooooooo oooo ooooooo hot. why am i the only person who doesnt think so?! haha! got back from rebeccas sisters party just now. at first it was really fun cos like.. we were just throwing each other into the pool, and i almost hit my head cos some girl pushed me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107436439326990342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107436439326990342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107436439326990342' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107431476263128960</id><published>2004-01-17T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T12:49:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why!!??why of all days. did the dinner have to be on a friday. WHY OH WHY OH WHY!! oh heck. i'm sure barker vibe rocked. but it would have rocked more if i went. *egoego* haha! just kiddinggg.arghs. dont talk abt it to me. otherwise ill get sadd. sniff*.. i want to get in!! in in in. please oh please!!! let me get in!!!!&gt;.&lt; hehe*i hope you know what im talking bout. guess not. going to becs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107431476263128960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107431476263128960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431476263128960' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107424686179004052</id><published>2004-01-16T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T21:44:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ready? OK!!!today rebecca kerry and i tried out for cheerleading. well i'm glad rebecca pulled me along otherwise i would have continued getting the wrong idea cheer leaders are bimbos. well maybe some are?! haha. and my sincere apologies to bev for saying cheer leading was bimbotic in p5. Goodness i was young. anyway, so in the tiolets while we were changing..becs and i were like. READY?? OKK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107424686179004052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107424686179004052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107424686179004052' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107416441345026752</id><published>2004-01-15T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T19:02:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my lit teacher lightened up today.but she scolded me for screaming in the canteen during recess. gosh. anyway. yeah then mr ong scolded me..well not really. he pointed out i wasnt doing my stretch correctly. LIKE WHO DOES. ok fine..the rest of the class. today was not good. i get really intimidated by teachers now. and its all ms ngs fault. stupid lit teacher. i would like lit a little more if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107416441345026752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107416441345026752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107416441345026752' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107408769671676040</id><published>2004-01-14T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:45:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Greatest Pig In The Worldi just realised, if i were a pig, i would probably be the greatest pig in the world! For i, steph the pig, would be the cleanest pig in the world(!!) and i would also be the most prettiest pig in the world for i would take baths in water rather than mud. Of course the occasional mud bathes for complexions sake, but if i were a pig. i would not have hormones so i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107408769671676040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107408769671676040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107408769671676040' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107408403197317321</id><published>2004-01-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:42:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do the people who give out the lockers always seem to give me one close to the bottom. do i look short?? no.thats so evil ok. i hate having to bend down on my knees. its practically grovelling to my darling locker. i think the lock is extremely screwed. it opens when i turn it the wrong way. and when i do it the right way it doesnt. goodness..during science today, toad was like "and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107408403197317321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107408403197317321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107408403197317321' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107406161442682442</id><published>2004-01-14T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:29:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we got lockers today. hooray.my locker number is 232. yuks. second floor. go slot in notes for me!! bwahaaa... and some idiot. ok fine. not some idiot. but someone took MY apron and blar for home ec.. you're going down. ok only if you dont return it by tmr morning. its yellow. so. go find it nowwwww..w..w..w.w.w BLOODY PIS*ED. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107406161442682442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107406161442682442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107406161442682442' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107399986991923610</id><published>2004-01-13T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:19:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love post-it notes. and i love the laptop. its all mine.BWAHA. no touchie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399986991923610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399986991923610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107399986991923610' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107399275556406277</id><published>2004-01-13T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T19:22:04.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i mention i love li zhen? i miss my darling nikolai.I LOVE LI ZHEN!!!!ok so les. bwaha.&gt;.&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399275556406277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399275556406277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107399275556406277' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107399141636861747</id><published>2004-01-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:57:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whats up dudettes!! ok thats what my brother would say. its rather lame but quite cute in a way. anyway, this morning in the bus, there were three p1's that came in lah..and one of them was crying cos she wanted her mommy to bring her to school. like GOSH ITS JUST A BUS RIDE DOPE okie maybe thats just toooo harsh for a p1..but she was practically squeezing my hip until it was pressing against</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399141636861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107399141636861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107399141636861747' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107390249982514421</id><published>2004-01-12T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:15:20.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sick of this skin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107390249982514421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107390249982514421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107390249982514421' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107381308935450105</id><published>2004-01-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:03:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>harlow. i feel so crappy. i just said harlow. whats harlow. whats up with me mann. dude. oh poo. i just said dude. sounds like simon. like. YO DUDEEE. haha. ok nevermindd. I KISSED EVERY GIRL IN CLASS!! reckless abandonnn. ok ignore that. was listening to reckless abandon and..i duno. just felt like typing that down. talking to iris now, shes boring the crap out of me. haha! man i'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107381308935450105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107381308935450105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107381308935450105' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107374701386255606</id><published>2004-01-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T23:06:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm..eugenia changed her blog and never told me. BLEH U. sniffle. haha ok kidding. went for youth mountain just now. its alot better than normal service apparently. haha. church tmr. no surprise. i havent done my math homework since i have no idea how to do it and science is ticking me off cos the teacher never went through it with us unlike some other classes. sucksyups..my brother is beside</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107374701386255606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107374701386255606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107374701386255606' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107371854633614383</id><published>2004-01-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:10:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Sick.sniff*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107371854633614383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107371854633614383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107371854633614383' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107365756195352135</id><published>2004-01-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:13:02.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>flea!flea fly!flea fly mosquito!calamine calamine calamine lotion..oh no more calamine lotion..itchy itchy scratchy scratchy up and down my backy wacky! up and down my backside!beep!went the bug when i sprayed it with my spray can..PSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107365756195352135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107365756195352135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107365756195352135' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107365720326257956</id><published>2004-01-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:10:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hihi. just got back from camp. haha. camp was fun. i liked the games i guess. the brief story is:washrooms:floodedsleeping area:painfulgames:funcampfire:rockedcheers:*cough* lost my voicesl's:funfunfunfood:unhealthyteachers:strict and unreasonable except for miss wee *cough.this means you mrs poh*ok now to just be longwinded i shall tell u the short story. woot! GO ME. Day Onemostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107365720326257956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107365720326257956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107365720326257956' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107330064535317608</id><published>2004-01-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:04:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is wrong with blogger. *scream*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107330064535317608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107330064535317608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107330064535317608' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107310888179839765</id><published>2004-01-03T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:02:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm.bev and hannah cut their hair short. its so..haha. weird? now all of us have short hair. eeks. anyway, hmm..im copying cds onto the computer now. wish i had a burner though. haha. sigh. nothing to talk about. i hate school. i cant wait for sec1 to be over. i hope i wont have the same people in 1S this year next year when i go to sec2. that would be horrid. haha. i really cant stand 1S.  I DO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107310888179839765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107310888179839765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107310888179839765' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107303191443766211</id><published>2004-01-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T16:26:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for some reason, i cant seem to update my blog as much as i would like to since this computer of mine doesnt allow me to publish any of my entries. ughs. its terribly unfair. i feel ill. sigh. first day of school todaysuckedfirstly, i didnt get into the same class as hannah, everyone, ok not everyone, almost everyone seems to really suck.and if someone thought sec 1 was going to be slack, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107303191443766211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107303191443766211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107303191443766211' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107287805789414849</id><published>2003-12-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T21:41:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here i am. at my cousins house. waiting for watch night service. and this friend of mine, ant, well hes boring me to death.ant - *lovesick says:i just realised that i have yet to name the mogu denise gave meant - *lovesick says:hahhaant - *lovesick says:SOOO CUTEant - *lovesick says:it's a mini boy-shaped moguant - *lovesick says:it's flexible.ant - *lovesick says:so i can adjust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107287805789414849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107287805789414849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107287805789414849' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107286254777722357</id><published>2003-12-31T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T17:22:45.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got the wallet i wanted. haha. my dad bought it for me. yups. guess i dont have to earn that money anymore. call me spoilt. haha... sighzie. byebye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107286254777722357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107286254777722357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107286254777722357' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107279346853421006</id><published>2003-12-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:15:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyo. went out today. yups. havent been out in a long time. haha. i think rebecca took tons of retarded pictures of all of us. well mainly hannah her and i. yups. it'll probably be on her imagestation. yeah. well i went out with rach, iris, hannah and becs. yups. i bought a new pencil case.. yay. haha. and i saw this REALLY CHIO looking wallet, but it was like. $32.90 or something. like.. what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107279346853421006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107279346853421006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107279346853421006' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107270442754422646</id><published>2003-12-29T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:27:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so saddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so so so so so saddddddd!!!!!!!! im SO so SO so SO sadddd!!!!!!!!!!! this is SOOOOO SADDENING!!!!!! sniffleeeeeeee...!!!!!!!!!! *i love lian kim* wheehee. ok back to being sad. BOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!! i love hannah and rachie. hehe. sniffle sniffle sniffleeeeee... i am sad. sad sad sad....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107270442754422646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107270442754422646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107270442754422646' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107266775045339528</id><published>2003-12-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T11:17:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling Restless29120312.58amhowdyy..3 days to school. how do you feel bout it? me? i am: excited, restless,depressed, angry and jealous. excited cos im gona learn historyy..*yay* restless cos i cant sleep. ughs, depressed cos there are quite a few burdens im carrying right now, angry cos school has to start so soon *mumble* and now you ask me. where does jealousy come in?Well dont expect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107266775045339528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107266775045339528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266775045339528' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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-6212306.post-107261804776980114</id><published>2003-12-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:27:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pizza night. go view if u like. tons of useless pictures and stuff. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107261804776980114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6212306/posts/default/107261804776980114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107261804776980114' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327742044214418516</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>
