<?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-3970208140841095343</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:48:28.430-07:00</updated><category term='I pretend to like you...as I treat you as my dog.'/><category term='I am still alive'/><category term='Haiz'/><title type='text'>eh?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-1702570154423869858</id><published>2010-09-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:55:33.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am still alive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so gonna change the blogskin now cause its like ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 'it' crossed my mind like 2 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying to forget apple already, cause well, erm, how to say....errr??? And what was I thinking? Some stupid fugly bitch like ME liking HIM? Renu, what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am just gonna focus on my studies and make something out of it. Not be a looser like I am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-1702570154423869858?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1702570154423869858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-so-gonna-change-blogskin-now-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1702570154423869858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1702570154423869858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-so-gonna-change-blogskin-now-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-119408321456385875</id><published>2010-09-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:18:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Septmeber holis....hmm....so far.......&lt;br /&gt;Not so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, doing up my homework so I can start on revising for FYE...yea FYE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper starts on bloody 2october....this means the other papers would start earlier...BLOODY EARLY. Anyways, I really got to work hard now..I really want to achieve things and I really want to become a psychiatrist or a psychologist(at least)...haiya....I can't just wait and expect 2012 to happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the things you people do for me. Like my last post and all you cared, I am touched..I really am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may think of ending my life once in a while but, heck, I would never do that cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am a coward.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am afraid of blood.&lt;br /&gt;3) I know that somewhere in this world, there would be at least 1 person caring for me. It may be my parents, friends, maxy, siblings or even my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;4) There are people out there who want to live and what do I do? I just take my own life away???That's unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-119408321456385875?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/119408321456385875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/septmeber-holis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/119408321456385875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/119408321456385875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/septmeber-holis.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-6658845854483869957</id><published>2010-09-03T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T03:51:23.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so goddamn pissed with you right now. Listen asshole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I fucking didn't insult you okay? Now, what? You were the one who said that you won't insult me when I don't. So you go around insulting people to make yourself feel better? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? JESUS? WHAT YOU ARE FUCKING PERFECT NOW? YOU ARE NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like someone dun wanna treat me like a friend huh? Looks like someone forgot the fact that 'it' would pester me. FINE! I would totally ignore you and treat you like shit like how you've treated me so far. FUCK OFF FROM MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, today what happened in MT class, really I finally found out what my teacher really was. You insulted me cause I did badly this term right? Fine, I would do well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide just crossed my mind. Maybe I should just leave this fucked up world for good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, that would please these three cunts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-6658845854483869957?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6658845854483869957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-so-goddamn-pissed-with-you-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6658845854483869957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6658845854483869957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-so-goddamn-pissed-with-you-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8344248879446077356</id><published>2010-09-02T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:43:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is like ergh....(many people would call it dusty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, life ain't so smooth for me now....so if I like throw tantrum and shit like that, I am sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, I am disappointed in you. Really, you made me vent my anger on an innocent 11 year old ( who happens to be my brother )..and you made me so pissed off....and worse, you CONTINUE with all that. WOW, aren't you brave. Really, you are just a stain that I want to erase. You HURT me. You demoralised me. You ate up the last few bits of confidence in me. You made me think of death. You even made me DETEST you. WOW! WAY TO GO!! Thanks, I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like going bac to the past. When she was my best friend, the one whom I cried to and told everything to and complained and all but, she is gone and she is never coming back. Then I met you, you changed my life, you made me so happy, alive and you even made me have a little bit of confidence in myself. But then another person took it all away, and when I wished for someone to be by my side, Vidya, you were there. And for this really, I appreciate it to the max. Vidya seriously you have no idea how much you made wanna stay alive. And lexsana and Dharnia, both of you guys, really gave me a reason to not jump into conclusions. And stood by me. Seriously, I really treasure you guys as my friends and I would be by your side like how you have been by my side all along. Thanks, alot Vidya, Lexsana and Dharnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next term, all that shit is gonna happen again. All that late nights, scoldings and tests everything is gonna happen again. And I am going to really really focus on my amaths. Seriously, failing it all the time, no more...I dun care what others say, I would not give up and just continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeas, apple, you were great today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! J.L is like freaking old...EEW! But he hot but I bet you he is a jerk like all the good looking guys in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, someone thought that being drunk and posting it on facebook, would make them look cool/mature.....FAIL LA....go back and pull the weeds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8344248879446077356?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8344248879446077356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-blog-is-like-ergh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8344248879446077356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8344248879446077356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-blog-is-like-ergh.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8466447467039101761</id><published>2010-08-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T06:13:09.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY ALL MA HOMIES.....-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time never upload, cause I have a life besides blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am gonna make this super extremely freaking clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of you. For like 2 weeks you are like nice and the next 2 weeks you become this ah lian. And you think eing an ah lian is cool? ITS NOT GIRL! IT MAY BE COOL TO CERTAIN PEOPLE BUT THE MAJORITY OF THIS WORLD POPULATION THINKS THAT AHLIANS HAVE PRACTICALLY NO LIFE. And you make things hard, for everyone. Talk to you nicely, give that attitude? Then the next day you smile? And yes, my friends heard whatever you said about me in Amaths to your (only) friend. YOU ARE at fault. YOU were the one who TOLD that UGLY GUY. I am not accusing and it's not that I trust him more. Don't go around trying to gain sympathy by using this dumb excuse. Both of us really know that you were the one. And yea, you may hate my friends for them having their own gangs but in the end, they didn't harm anyone right? ( I mean the friends )....Seriously la...I am sick and tired of you already cause the more I talk about you, the more I feel like throwing a brick at your face. Go ahead join William and spam my blog. In the end, you are gonna suffer. You know Karma right? It would rape you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I am feeling bad for people. Like people I know. Don't worry, you can get thru this. You can....like for sure. You can do it...you just gotta tap that brave person inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot guys are wierd. They think pokemon do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds cheesy but,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like apple anymore ...I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8466447467039101761?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8466447467039101761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-all-ma-homies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8466447467039101761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8466447467039101761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-all-ma-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2695046579329809603</id><published>2010-07-23T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T04:47:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates ( as if people are reading )...I have a life, you know, besides blogging....(playing TT3!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) OMG-usher feat will.i.am is an awesome song!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) People whom I detest are being friendly!!! I LOVE YOU!!but not your friend...-.-&lt;br /&gt;3) TTR3 is an awesom game!!If you have an Iphone/Ipad/Itouch get the app now....tap tap renvenge 3!!!!rock ttm!!&lt;br /&gt;4) wow its been 2months since I like apple...wow&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone got suspended!!!YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;'6) I am a bitch at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I may pretend to like you or well at least smile at you..but both of us know that I don't really like you...sad to say, ALOT of people HATE you. Sorry, girl, you are just that easy to hate.&lt;br /&gt; #1 You are such a big FLIRT.&lt;br /&gt;#2 FLIRT must be PRETTY..not UGLY&lt;br /&gt; #3 You can't walk properly...you walk like you are trying to hide your testicles.&lt;br /&gt;#4 You keep telling others about you being close friends with guys..when they don't even know who the fuck are you.&lt;br /&gt;#5You don't know make-up. You have horrible cheap products that match your cheap face.&lt;br /&gt;#6 You have no sense of originality. Go around copying people. Like get a life bitch.&lt;br /&gt;#7 You spread my secrets around.&lt;br /&gt;#8 You have a horrible fake accent.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you have a good side too&lt;br /&gt;#1 You are fun to hang around with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I can't think anymore....and oh yea....I don't normally suggest people suicide but for you it's no option. Go straight up your flat and just jump down. Your life would suck without yourself being in it????WTH am I talking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people change. And I am glad she changed. But not completely. Like 87%..but not 100%..And you can't be pefect like duh...that is my job...chey joking....-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss apple.....2 days...2 goddamn days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...people who insult others are people without any respect for them self. (mr.w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I AM FREAKING PISSED WITH YOU. DON'T ASK ME IF YOU ARE PISSED OFF WITH ME!!!I HATE LYING TO YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SK is an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2695046579329809603?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2695046579329809603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-lack-of-updates-as-if-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2695046579329809603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2695046579329809603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-lack-of-updates-as-if-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-6931279399704323214</id><published>2010-07-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:14:12.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.....-.-...so tiring...welcome to sec 3 life!!!!!Everyday there is like homework. And this week has been way dramatic for me and for other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I trusted you, I really did. Are you happy that she is hurt now?&lt;br /&gt;2) I feel depressed like now. Cause things suck right now. Like really suck. And its a common thing that every teen go thru.&lt;br /&gt;3) Silent treatment works&lt;br /&gt;4) Never see chinaman for 3 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) OMG!!!NEW HOT TEACHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-6931279399704323214?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6931279399704323214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-pfft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6931279399704323214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6931279399704323214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7453489112851618870</id><published>2010-07-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:20:05.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is being a little bit boring for me. Like everything that is gonna happen is like expected.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Run down.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) My aunt left for her wedding. Yes that guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) I may have a new cousin now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3) I miss apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4)I realised that the people I thought who were my friends are actually not. They are just there to demoralise me. Way to go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) I owe maria for alerting me on point 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6) Eclipse. Yes, I was sorta excited when I heard it is gonna come out...But the movie didn't turn out good. Like I watched it yesterday. But the book is also boring. Like it just add the new borns to the whole story. And Jacob is like jealous and desperate. Yea, that is it. And fighting. Yea...so not really that good la...but still decent. And there is Taylor Lautner....how can ANYONE resist him????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7) Kristen Stewart CANNOT act. She can't even fake cry???? Like I mean seriously?? She CANNOT ACT. I think Han cao can act better than her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8) Happy youth day............................random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9) Forget about it, it's never gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10) And people have different opinions you know, so you just don't be a freaking pest and just freaking respect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7453489112851618870?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7453489112851618870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-being-little-bit-boring-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7453489112851618870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7453489112851618870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-being-little-bit-boring-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7201389162281624572</id><published>2010-07-01T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:20:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM IN LOVE WITH APPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, wth. Kay so erm, thanks to Mr.Lawrence Tan, EVERYONE is spreading about me liking a dude from 5N1. And it WAS true but not anymore. I like apple. Not that asshole. Anyways...so far.......I am getting used to amath. Like finally I can mange to pull of an assignment well. And I am pleased with emath...cuz I thought trigo sounds so difficult but it's actually not. And I am trying to ignore you, but I just can't. I just don't want to see you FUGLY 3rd world face. Like seriously...are you like everywhere????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am not pissed with him anymore. Cause he did not like screw up things...it's the truth anyway but he lied abit and he apologised so yea....I think I am not gonna be pissed anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today in the 985 bus, I saw like 2 jerks ( alan wong's word )...and they were like retarded. One of the retards actually farted and then that guy was like laughing. And the others started to laugh. Yea, real mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my hair may or may not suit me but......at least its better than yours, Burhan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7201389162281624572?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7201389162281624572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-in-love-with-apple-kay-wth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7201389162281624572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7201389162281624572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-in-love-with-apple-kay-wth.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5024779748265608937</id><published>2010-06-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T05:41:58.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL RE-OPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a couple of people that I didn't like and hell yea, I was pissed off...but most importantly I saw the people I love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is like random but have to say this...I made (not really) a list of things that pisses me off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  just assume things without confronting me&lt;br /&gt;2) Liars ( if you like that....then -.-)&lt;br /&gt;3)  Like act as if they know everything and boss EVERYONE around.&lt;br /&gt;4) When someone shows off what others may not get..&lt;br /&gt;5)When someone is over confident&lt;br /&gt;6)When someone just ask me to shut up randomly.&lt;br /&gt;7)When someone INSULTS (Note that insulting and disturbing are 2 different things)&lt;br /&gt;8)When someone brainwash you that others around you are horrid&lt;br /&gt;9) Bad BO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I complain too much so I would also make a list that excites me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pink&lt;br /&gt;2) Apples&lt;br /&gt;3) Peach&lt;br /&gt;4) Anything that is bright and attention seeking&lt;br /&gt;5) Outgoing people&lt;br /&gt;6) LOUD people..&lt;br /&gt;7) When my hair turns out good&lt;br /&gt;8) Contact lens&lt;br /&gt;9) DOGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so equal equal...so I don't complain much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5024779748265608937?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5024779748265608937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-re-opened-i-saw-couple-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5024779748265608937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5024779748265608937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-re-opened-i-saw-couple-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-698241545875012597</id><published>2010-06-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:21:44.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You must always condemn me do you? Like all the time....embarrass me and shit? But heck care...bitching about you to 'certain' people is fun and make me feel better. Yea, you can hurt me at that time but look around you...everyone DETEST you.  I know, I asked and some just complain to me. sad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this whole week, I am freaking tired. With AEM in Ngee Ann poly.Micro-biology. Disguisting but I keep screwing up the experiments. Simple minor things can cause a BIG difference. Like putting the lid of the petri dish down and not swabing your nose properly(yes, we went there)...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am stressed...too easily....I have to relax now...And I can't be throwing tantrums anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like having an elder brother????? YOU WOULD REGRET. Especially if your elder brother has like the ugliest hair in the world. They would create SHIT out of anything/anyone. For example, LIE to their younger sister that one of his friends had an accident. This would cause the younger sister to cry terribly...And still can say "relax la....joking only cannot meh" EH...CB! Are you retarded????Seriously...like mentally affected....got tapeworms?????????!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean there is always a limit....cross the line? You would pay . This may lead you to slap your elder brother. And this would make him to apologise. And NOW is the right time to pay back. Call your mom and complain about your elder brother...like bring out something he did in the past and give evidence. Then, you can just relax...even if you are 19, you can still get grounded by mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand maybe she is right, I am getting into shit. Should I just leave you behind?? I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-698241545875012597?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/698241545875012597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-must-always-condemn-me-do-you-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/698241545875012597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/698241545875012597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-must-always-condemn-me-do-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3220252780515758882</id><published>2010-06-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:07:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like last week 18-20june I was in a short cruise. It was supposed to be like a vacation. It was awesome. And I have been to cruises like for many times and I know what to expect and shit. And I love cruising. Especially with starcuises. And the ship I went in was superstar virgo. Yes, I know  VIRGO. It was kinda short like the stay. So the ship would like go to this place called Redang, Malaysia. It was exactly like Hawaii minus the hot boys and relaxing atmosphere. Cause you know how 'hot' malaysian guys can be. After hearing some noises from the balcony, I felt disgusted and I went to sleep the first night. The second day was awesome. Got off at Redang. Okay la the place. But its not really my type of place. I didn't manage to get any clothes or shoes. It was basically an island. But I canoed there like for 2 hours. And I wasn't expert in it. Then I went to play pool...I was like the only 15 year old there.-.-...I wanna upload pictures but I can't cause of the USB cable. And I haven't upload the HK pictures also. DAMN IT! Anyways I would when I have the time. So the third day was basically nothing but just eat and pack and ciao from the ship...la ...duh...hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3220252780515758882?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3220252780515758882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-last-week-18-20june-i-was-in-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3220252780515758882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3220252780515758882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-last-week-18-20june-i-was-in-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3433171739469224174</id><published>2010-06-16T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:56:34.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in love with this skin!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3433171739469224174?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3433171739469224174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-in-love-with-this-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3433171739469224174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3433171739469224174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-in-love-with-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7078592875625096180</id><published>2010-06-14T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:15:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS BLOGSKIN</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the third week of june holidays. So fast right. I am still liking apple. I am sick. Every single holiday, I would fall sick. And when I am sick, I have this blank face. And anyways, I just realised that Cristiano Ronaldo is hot. I know I am slow la....but still he is hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, my parents think wrongly of me. My parents are not open-minded. So, if I say certain things, they would judge me. That's why, I don't tell ANYof my problems to them. I trust my friends more than them. And then you came along. You just have to blab huh? Why, not happy with yourself? And go on talk about my low self esteem. Yea like as if my parents care. All they ever care about is their job and their other son. Not me. So you just have to come along screw things up eh? And I am not boasting...but according to the class average and MSG, I did quite okay for my Emath. Must you tell him Amath and Emath also I very horrible? Luckily My dad understands. And but I am very sure that now he sees me in a different light. Thanks to your big mouth. Always, must you insult your students? Like as if you are god damn perfect. Well, everyone has their imperfections. And must you highlight them? I am not gonna insult you here, cuz everyone else is doing the same thing. And you are NEVER gonna change me. I would be who I am. And the biggest mistake that I ever did in my life was trusting you. Yes, I sort of trusted you. And you broke it. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apple, I can't wait to see you when school re-open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7078592875625096180?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7078592875625096180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-in-love-with-this-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7078592875625096180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7078592875625096180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-in-love-with-this-blogskin.html' title='I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS BLOGSKIN'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4876921654566470629</id><published>2010-06-05T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:18:24.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought everything was awesome</title><content type='html'>Shock came in bite size pieces today. Well not as horrible as chinaman's face. Oh yea speaking of chinaman, why do I keep dreaming of that chinaman? Like seriously when I liked him, I wanted to dream about him badly...but now...eeew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple is not that nice after all. But like every other person in this world, he has his imperfections. But I like him. Like syafiqah said it's nothing wrong liking him. But still heck...don't feel like blogging about apple...later people would be like "Renu, who is apple ar...who???" ...yes. All of us a kpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like I have been out lately and I keep seeing asians with blonde hair. Not that I am against this, but it's freaking disturbing. Like I know Xiaxue has blonde hair but that's different. At least she have looks(real or fake don't ask me)...but this fugly people now, like ergh...get a life la....face also not nice try act ang moh for what...pui ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have bangs. And I have wavy hair, my bangs are not straight. I wasted 30 bucks on trim,wash,blow and this is what I get. It's a chinaman who cut my hair btw...so yea....But I would try to get it fixed...I can't be looking like this for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, its sorta hard to not use the fword in my blog...but someone's reading and I have to limit myself. Are you happy now?Must you blab? Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...before you call others poor look at youself. You are from a third-world country. And so what if you live in a semi detached( i think) house? Its rented anyways. So you from third-world country behave like a person from there. Come here, study and shut up. Don't brag about yourself. You are nothing but pure ____. Fill  in the blanks yourself. Even most of the people you are insulting live in HDB flats, they OWN it. Not RENT it. Hear me dog? If you can't respect people, you think people respect you? In 20 years time I would see as a 35 year old single taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, apple I can't wait till school reopen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4876921654566470629?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4876921654566470629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-when-i-thought-everything-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4876921654566470629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4876921654566470629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-when-i-thought-everything-was.html' title='Just when I thought everything was awesome'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8293891507690622850</id><published>2010-06-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:08:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liar</title><content type='html'>There are just so many liars out there in this cold cold world. That's why never be stupid and naive like me to trust every single person you meet. And obviously there is a reason for me to post this so please don't think this is random. From now on, I am gonna be much careful-if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Dad, unlike mom, you are a much better understanding person. Sorry if I have disappointed you. I know you risk alot for me just to keep me happy. And only today, I realise that you are so understanding. What happened, I swear I would make sure that it would never ever happen again. I would choose my words carefully. And yes, I know that you love me. But sometimes you just don't show it. Like always you show it to younger brother but not me. And mom NEVER (at all) love me. If she is mentally affected why only show the love to younger brother but not me? If you are mentally affected you show love to everyone. But why only younger brother. Am I that horrible? Is it because I am stupid? Is it because that I am fat and ugly? Is it because that I am not religious? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from now onwards I am not going to use vulgaraties in blog/facebook/twitter/in public. I would just use it among friends ( at very least ). Cause I keep my promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the suicidal thing, its not true. If I were to commit suicide, trust me, I would have done it WAY long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I would prove to you that I am a good daughter and I would really stop using vulgaraties infront of teachers and such. I really appreciate what you have done for me the whole of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8293891507690622850?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8293891507690622850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8293891507690622850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8293891507690622850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/liar.html' title='liar'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3548802642360550895</id><published>2010-06-01T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T04:39:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One down 2 more to go</title><content type='html'>Oh hey everybody, isn't it a nice day? Well, no...not for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, that's the word everyone calls their mothers and treasure them as they give love to their children. There is also a day dedicated to these people and that is called mothers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you people call your mothers, mom/mummy/ma, I call mine bitch. yes BITCH. In case if you didn't know I HATE my mom. About 70% of my blog entries are about this bitch. I don't hate people...I just DON'T like them. But already there are 2 people I hate already, this bitch and s___g k__i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, she freaking use the clothes hanger and fucking hit my hand...many times....the marks are still there....u may be thinking "definately she did something wrong la" yea I did, I called my younger brother retard. And he was laughing. This suggests that I was joking and he did not take it seriously. But this bitch took it seriously. She said 'you don't call my son retarded' and fucking took the clothes hanger and fucking hit me fucking hand. Was that needed? Well, I let you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after blogging about this bitch I feel better.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea btw, apple is freaking cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, when you look like a monkey, you don't insult people from the same stream you WERE in. And I don't know if your friend influence you or you are already fucked up, but if you cannot insult please don't. The word 'whore' is spelt with a 'w' not as 'hore'. So if you wanna act smart please la, fix your english. And I don't expect a monkey to know this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And class outing on friday...sms me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am in love AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3548802642360550895?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3548802642360550895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-down-2-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3548802642360550895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3548802642360550895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-down-2-more-to-go.html' title='One down 2 more to go'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-664977821984479216</id><published>2010-05-28T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:18:50.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.....let's see what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely brave enough to post this on my blog. And if you wanna call me dumb, go ahead, say that in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tagboard&lt;/span&gt;. I forgot my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passcode&lt;/span&gt; few days ago. It is a freaking 4-digit number and yes, I forgot it. I know....-.-...But then I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Itunes&lt;/span&gt; and restore everything and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are fucked up. Yes, I failed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amath&lt;/span&gt;. Before you even start thinking that I am dumb, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amath&lt;/span&gt; is a subject that lead to people committing suicide.  So think...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parent-teacher meeting is coming up. Yes, I feel like shit whenever this happens. Cause the last parent-teacher-meeting I had was fucked up due to the most awesome teacher shitting about my behaviour and over-exaggerating stuff. So I am afraid that the same thing would happen and I am afraid that the bitch would embarrass me. And we are talking about Mr.wong...I am afraid that he would mock me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of the whole class and I would feel freaking self-conscious....but he won't...I hope not. So I told my dad (only) to go for the parent-teacher conference. At least my dad is not a fucked person like my mom ( bitch ) is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I destined to see that china man everyday???Like seriously????Every single fucking school day I have to see his china face and his bloody china friend. When I used to like him, yea...duh I would like that but now SO NOT!Does he have anaemia or something? I can't believe I used to find him hot. Seriously I am an idiot for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've never HATED anyone. All those people that I have bitched about well...they are people that I DON'T LIKE. But you oh no, you are the first person in this whole world, that I hate. I so totally hate you. Do you even know what kind of question are you supposed to ask me? Like I can't believe you ask me THAT question. I freaking hate you. And you still got no shame? Still can talk to me nicely? Still can come and go whenever you wish? Still can ask my aunt personal things about myself? Still can say those words that you don't deserve to say to me. Well I have 3 words for you: FUCK YOU BASTARD. I seriously hope that you would like die. Or at least fuck off from my life. FUCK OFF. You are a shameless dog. Even Maxy (my dog) got shame one you know...he don't pee where other dogs pee he would find a new place to pee. Learn from Maxy if you don't know what shame is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you also another shameless dog. What the fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt; you. If you never achieve something, then don't get the reward the others ( who achieved it ) worked hard for. You are pathetic. Seriously. I can't believe I used to befriend you. And and you think you would get every single girl you like? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PUI&lt;/span&gt; AH! Go back cultivate rice for a living la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I forget about you? Well, no. Why all those lies? Why deny? Why cry to me when things happened? Why must you fuck up others friendship? Why say that I am breaking you and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; friend apart, when I am not? It was you who were the one crawling to me. Why say shit about me? Why brainwash me? I felt sad you know for you.Really I wanted things to get back to normal. And I tried, but you were too mean already. Suddenly out of now where you give me that scary face. Are you a friend or a foe?And thanks friends for not letting me get brainwashed. You say racist stuff about me, I say: GET SOME BOOBS GIRL! Call me fat I say:&lt;br /&gt;At least I get fat from the food I paid for and not OTHERS pay for. I have plenty more and I would wait for you to erupt, then I would make the next move. And you complain to teacher, I LAUGH at you and I would also complain about you. So you choose 1) fuck around with me or 2) Ignore me and just give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and if you wanna call others fat, look at yourself. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you have *sorta* hot friends, that doesn't make you hot. Honestly, it makes yourself  more ugly. Your friends hang around you just to make themselves look hot. And please solve your identity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;crisis-situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-664977821984479216?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/664977821984479216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/664977821984479216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/664977821984479216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-619484222426329531</id><published>2010-05-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:09:29.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illegal immigrants</title><content type='html'>As the tittle states, I am done with these 2 china illegal immigrants. They are both fugly that's why they are in the same lousy,stupid class....I mean if this sounds racist then I don't know what to say to you cuz i bet you are also racist. I am talking crap. So recently, things are now very topsy turvy. If you know what I mean, please just tell the truth and stop bitching about her in your bloody blog. I am just speaking up for her. And if you say crap like "no la...its not about her its about someone else" I would freaking take a knife and stab you. And you would rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are 2 fucking assholes bothering me and I seriously have to blog about them here...in MY blog so, if there are spammers not being happy about this you can kindly spam all you want anf I would fucking ban and delete your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't obvious enough I really freaking hate you. And c'mon where got shit that you don't realise you are hurting people. I mean, you are freaking 15 there are other people who behave like that if they are like kids...so don't use this as an excuse to make fun of me. You too have flaws kay bitch? And at least I have friends who like me despite my flaws unlike you, who have no friends at all...and your one and only friend HATES you...trust me I asked her. So just can you don't talk to me???I seriously don't wanna see your face...you are seriously SHAMELESS! -and flat(if you know what I am talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issue #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People apologise to you, and you ask us to fuck off...eh but we tried kay? And you can fucking forget about all of us ever talking to you again. You can make fun of us and we must keep quiet meh????I am not your fucking dog la....And you also can go back to your country and cultivate rice and earn a living from there...And don't spread fake rumors about your ex...no one would pity you....And and and and most probabbly you would like think you are gonna get every girl you like but no it does not work for you and many others so, you do not need to tell me the same thing and in my mind I am like look who's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are not involved DON'T be.....you are starting to annoy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-619484222426329531?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/619484222426329531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/illegal-immigrants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/619484222426329531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/619484222426329531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/illegal-immigrants.html' title='illegal immigrants'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4075536738165429428</id><published>2010-05-18T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T06:44:39.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you retarded?</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!!Went for my birthday gathering at west coast park. Freaking awesome....esp when we were aall at macdonalds, then Syaz,Syafiqah,Rudy,Haziq,Haiqal,Dhivya,Kavi,Vidya, Ashly and wei lynn sang me the happy birthday...it was like FABULOSITY! And I freaking love the cake and stuff. And I don't want to brag and all but BOO YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT FRIENDS WITH THESE PEOPLE. Syaz got me this freaking awesome lipgloss,eyeshadow and mascara. FREAKING LOVE IT!!!THANKS SYAZWANI BTE MOHAMMA NASIR!!!!! AND THANKS SYAFIQAH BTE NOR ADZAN AND WILLIAM FOR THE AWESOME WALLET AND AWESOME POUCH THINGY. LOVE IT! FABULOSITY! AND VIDYA,KAVI,DIVIYA FOR THE LADY GAGA FAME MONSTER ALBUM. LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MARIA,HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!NEXT TIME I CALL YOU BETTER COME HOR!!! I CALL YOU RIGHT nice right my morning voice? Although, I haven't got you present today would get it tomorrow give you abit late can arh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like A_____ already...like naturally cuz I like someone else ....and A____ looks like a freaking girl anyways...I can't believe I like him lor....eeeeewwwwwwwwwwww....CHINAMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thx for the insults, you really made my day....there is one thing in life that I have learnt very well and that is dealing with motherfuckers like you. Tomorrow I would bitch about you to people and fuck ye, I would tell your only friend...yes, I would....anyways she don't like you le, it doesn't hurt if I make her hate you even more rite???=)...I know I am a bitch...I need bitch boost tomorrow!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, you are starting to creep me out...you can forget about it already...you very creepy.....sorry la if you know I hurt you or what but seriously you very creepy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am seriously very pissed wif A___Y..bastard la you...not involved wanna be involved....EXTRA so what if you dance well ???NEH! Anyways I am totally gonna ignore them , they are all seriously cannot tahan little things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that michael jackson is dead....remembered...not know retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck, I still hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4075536738165429428?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4075536738165429428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-retarded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4075536738165429428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4075536738165429428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-you-retarded.html' title='Are you retarded?'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7735308550676498880</id><published>2010-05-17T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:55:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF EXAMS!</title><content type='html'>Its the end of exams but soon all this shit would start again. The cycle is: Exams finish&gt;study&gt;tests&gt;a teacher gets pregnant&gt;Exams...see, it goes on and on....but still e can have fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed. I know people out there would think "this renu ar, never be happy one ah" uh fuck no, ofcourse I am happy but I am just not pleased with certain things. And I am sure you are also not too..see, the more I hear about you, the more I get pissed off with you and your boyish-ness, before calling my friends names, you better watch youself...what you are calling is, is yourself. And go ahead demoralise me and people all around you all you want but in the end we all know who is the worthless bitch here. I thought you would change like I WAITED from like last year, I thought you needed time and shit...but oh no...you would always remain a cheap -ass bitch. And fuck yes, I (like everyone) have imperfections. But at least I KNOW what they are and try to make myself feel perfect. But you, oh no...you just think you are goddamn bloody perfect then go, become like a model or something..cannot right? Then shut the fuck up. And please la...alot of people tell me already le about you and  I also notice this, so yea...I guess whenever I see you, a smile is all you nedd.infact you don't even deserve anyone's smile...what you deserve is a punch in your fucking face. Life may seem perfect you know, but you would see bitch, everything would screw up and when you are totally fucked up, you would hide from this freaking world. Anyway, you life is nearly fucked up but that dude up there, ( yea god , if there is ) would fuck your life even more. If you can change good for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And please confront me before anyone of you jump into conclusions thinking that its you when its not cause most of you wouldn't know what the fuck I am talking about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7735308550676498880?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7735308550676498880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7735308550676498880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7735308550676498880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-exams.html' title='END OF EXAMS!'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7095409593651491505</id><published>2010-05-14T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T04:41:52.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally 15!!!</title><content type='html'>I am 15 le!!!!!!Anyways, thanks people for, you know for greeting me and shit like that.  I am so touched (literally)...jkjk-.-...anyways, I would take this time to thank the following people ( in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hira, Maria, Syazwani(s)( syamiera sister and syaz ), syamiera,Syafiqa,Dhiviya, Kavi,Vidya,Lexana, Keerthana, Dharnia, William, Hemal(s)(Hemalatha and hemanandhini) Asyraf, Zhen Xin,Lester,Rudy,Claire,Wei lynn, ashley,Mr.wong,Mrs.barnwell,Atiqah,Umairah,Arifah,Afiqah,Azhar,Batrisha,Shafiq,Shud,Shafiqa,Syafiq&lt;br /&gt;Mardiana,Ms.Kala,Ms.mages,Siang Kai, Justin, khairul(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!ALOT! Oh yea  birthday celeberation on 18 may...at sentosa siloso beach....invitations would be given out....most probably the whole of 3E2 is invited. And if I don't give you invitation please don't come...its obvious that I don't really like you...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear beloved horny parents of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday present..it was epic...especially dad's....I LOVE DADDY AND MOMMY.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know I can be a bitch to you at (very rare) times but still you love me and bothered to spend your money meaningfully and get me stuff....And I know mom, I hate you at times and wish you were dead and call you slut and and and most of all give you attitude and stuff...but, its ot my fault that I am like that.....blame JESUS. He created me and so yea...that's why...and mom, seriously I love your gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THANKS ASHLEY AND WEI LYNN!!!!!I love that hairband and it has like my name on it and if any cheapo were to steal it THEY CAN'T!!!Cuz there is my name on it!!!!coolness...and THANKS UMAIRAH,SYAFIQAH GANG  to get me the card AND Murni for the toy...it was so sweet...and WILLIAM, if you are reading this, you would expect me to say thanks for your birthday gift which was meatloaf.....erm...I don't know what to say william...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exams are nearly over...so must still study..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7095409593651491505?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7095409593651491505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-finally-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7095409593651491505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7095409593651491505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-finally-15.html' title='I am finally 15!!!'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-538590554549336831</id><published>2010-05-07T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:27:04.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST POST</title><content type='html'>Last post before exams...I would be able to post only after exams. So yea let me start off this post by saying that the best way to end a fight is to apologise....it doesn't matter if you are right or wrong, just fucking apologise. And yes, I admit it, I was a dumbfuck to believe the rumor on Lady Gaga amputating her leg. Sorry people if I gave you fake information. Blame PAKISTAN. They were the mother fuckers who gave false information. Lady gaga is crazy but she won't go that far people. So if you wanna be immature about this and make fun of me, well, go ahead.....LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD!! Exams are here and you know how stressed we all get during exams!!!Its like fuck...fuck...fuck....and shit....shit...shit and fail...fail...fail......confirm fail one, ayiah no hope la....-kind of feeling. But must have confidence...I don't fucking care, I gotta at least pass amath...I don't wanna a freaking fail in any subject and at least 4 distinctions. And morever I must not flunk...that is the worst thing that could happen. And for that I have to work hard!!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot slack. Must work hard for exams..Then, I would shove it in the bitch's face. And she would freaking sign he paper with her blood!!! OMG!!!Before I turn into a satanic bitch I would continue to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome people have awesome friends....Renu, being a awesome people she is have awesome friends like , Maria,Syazwani and melissa.....thanks for cheering me up when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am turning 15 soon!!!!So fast right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a beach/picnic sort of party....at sentosa on 18 may...invitations would be given out this thursday/friday!!!Try your best to come!! And those whom I never give invitations to, fuck off...don't be extra and ruin the whole fun cause  I know YOU would....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stones don't you????They are just plain fugly and serve no purpose to this world......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love A___, hot like mexico!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-538590554549336831?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/538590554549336831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/538590554549336831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/538590554549336831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-post.html' title='LAST POST'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-1647995656473236189</id><published>2010-04-26T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T04:17:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey earthlings</title><content type='html'>I know that's the most typical tittle you would find in any blog. School life is awesome but at home.....its freaking cold cause bitch is being unkind. So yea, people if you say stuff like 'respect your mom and shit', listen this is for you people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't fucking know what kind of creature my mom is. So shut the fuck up and just accept it or just PRETEND that you care. If you like wanna prove me wrong or something call my mom instead and see if you can stand 10 minutes on the phone with her. If you can then, I would bow my head. But IF YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING SHUT UP! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise that ____is freaking hot!!!He is just like so awesome!!!And cute!!!And I am screaming right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea this may be the last post before exams so yea...when exams are all over, I would post. And yea...people please let me know if you are comming to celebrate my birthday. MUST COME HOR! Esp. people in 3E2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-1647995656473236189?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1647995656473236189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-earthlings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1647995656473236189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1647995656473236189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-earthlings.html' title='Hey earthlings'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3484267320230823163</id><published>2010-04-25T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:32:29.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you, bitch</title><content type='html'>Gues what? It's another post to rant on the bitch who gave birth to me. Yep that's right my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom cursed me yesterday. She said that for that day on, she is no longer my mom and she says she want to disown me. So kind of her right? So what I am going to get her for mother's day????Oh wait...sorry I don't have a mom so I don't need to give anything to anyone. I am very pissed off. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Oh yea, thx alot Maria, for listening and caring about me. I treasure that alot. And oh yea, how can I choose to be happy at this point of time. The only source of joy in my life is school. My school life is the only source of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO S__  g___I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen you bloody asshole, you think its funny to call me a slut everyday? I hope you fucking die you bastard. If you want things, ask me nicely you dumbfuck. Don't call me a slut and expect me to give you what you want. You are already 19 and you behave like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have body aches. I am getting old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3484267320230823163?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3484267320230823163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-you-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3484267320230823163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3484267320230823163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-you-bitch.html' title='I hate you, bitch'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-1468535025846592792</id><published>2010-04-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:35:28.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Many things are going on in my head right now and I am at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sembawang&lt;/span&gt; at my house with my family ( not aunt's )........I hate it when things fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) So today right, I was at my house right and then the piano right...there was a metronome on it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Incase&lt;/span&gt; if you do not know what a metronome is: A rhythm counting instrument...it gives u a steady beat and so you can play the piano following the time. So mine is the manual one...that means no battery. So yea I heard a loud noise downstairs and I went downstairs to see what went wrong...and the bloody metronome was on the floor, the bob coming out. So I was pissed off la...and Richard ( my younger bro ) was standing beside it...so obviously he pushed it right? He fucking told me that the metronome exploded out of now where...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;morever&lt;/span&gt; he was saying it in a defensive tone..what the fuck????Then I slapped him and called him a bloody fool and my parents all went against me and now I am pissed off.....FUCK THEM!!!And they told me there is a possibility for the metronome to fall out of now where....guess what I told my mom? I told her "there is a possibility for you to be slapped now"....and the next minute I ran right into my room....bitching about her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt;....then she still nag and nag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There is already mid year exams to stress me....and I do not need anymore pressure...please would you at least lay of your insults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)And I don't wanna do certain things for now...like going out on weekends. Unless its like studying....Then I would....but other than that...I really have no time...and  I did very badly for my ca1 so I really need to buck up...I don't wanna waste my life and end up in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am very sorry if I had hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; feeling on Friday(esp. physics lesson ). I am truly sorry for that. I did not mean to. Its just that I am stressed by friends. My parents are pushing me too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)So please understand and don't come up to me and say stuff...like I did not help you...I fucking did okay?I gave you chances you were the one who fucking BLEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sorry if this post is a little bit offensive please ask me first before jumping into conclusions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-1468535025846592792?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1468535025846592792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1468535025846592792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1468535025846592792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8653958559935851376</id><published>2010-04-01T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:54:57.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* I do not know what to put here *</title><content type='html'>WOW! Time flies so freaking fast. Everything happens in a flash. Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am trying to forget about you already la......You are just an annoying pest. I thought I can rely on you and stuff like that last time duh.....then you deny everything you have done....I feel very sorry for you......and if you are talking about me on facebook listen, isn't it obvious that I don't like you????And I told you something like that right before???? And you want me like tell you "I hate you" right  in the face arh??? And you can tahan meh? I know you can't and even I tell you also doesn't make me 'higher' and I would result to your standard. I don't hate you yet. But c'mon you stat rumors, tell people, call me hypocrite and your pathetic efforts to make yourself popular and well known in school????I am just telling you as a classmate...go reflect on yourself. Like please la....even if you don't realise this people try to help you MANY times then you like one neh continue....wtf????And btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyp·o·crite &lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so call me something sensible like bitch or something...dont' call me hypocrite as I don't pretend to have feelings....and that's only possible for paris hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am suffering from STM I forget things too easily. Oh yea,  today is April fools!!! Ayiah...people say that april fools is for children...yea its true...cause everyone ( even your grandfather ) has an inner child in them. Reveal your inner child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea....if you can support wen feng by buying his cookies. They are actually quite nice...and I have supported him enough already...c'mon isn't 8 packets enough????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday, and I am not going to church...FUCK YES! Oh yea I stink right now....I can still smell cucumber from today's SPA lesson. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8653958559935851376?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8653958559935851376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-not-know-what-to-put-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8653958559935851376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8653958559935851376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-not-know-what-to-put-here.html' title='* I do not know what to put here *'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4389120246819491767</id><published>2010-03-26T03:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:24:20.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I pretend to like you...as I treat you as my dog.'/><title type='text'>aww</title><content type='html'>Sorry I cannot upload the pictures and stuff like that. I lost my cam's data cable. My week was rather satisfying. I finally understood amath!!!!EPIC RIGHT?! I mean not chapter 2 but 3. Freaking happy. Oh yea today was the shortest time I had ever been in a  'fight'.; Quarell ...then 1 hour later made up. EPIC! - not overusing this word but I cannot describe it in any other way. Sports day was kind of wierd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why is Jazli not the fastest anymore?&lt;br /&gt;2)Why did Mr..wong even bothered to run?&lt;br /&gt;3)Why was Mr.lim so loud?&lt;br /&gt;4) Why were there so many mats sitting behind me?&lt;br /&gt;5)Why no one faint????&lt;br /&gt;6) Where did Miss.Yue bangs go???&lt;br /&gt;7)  Why was there not enough memory in my phone?&lt;br /&gt;8)why was the whore copying people???-oh wait that's normal.&lt;br /&gt; WHY?WHY?WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that went to lunch with umairah then she left. and watch When in rome with syaz and syafiqa. Saw the whore, gossip about her. I learnt MANY things about whore. Please la people already don't like you, don't suck up to people. And you would never change one la...no hope in you. Still want to get attention. Only 2 people like you...no one else...anyways my eyes hurt alot. Later I would post Mr.Wong's epic running and all of you could watch his cute face when he run....really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that we made up(in 1 hour) and I hope you would trust me okay???MUST TRUST ME!!!!! If not like that cannot work out  one. And besides if you want to know the true meaning of whore I would show you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4389120246819491767?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4389120246819491767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/aww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4389120246819491767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4389120246819491767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/aww.html' title='aww'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5143518137821388136</id><published>2010-03-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:23:56.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This entry is mad long and I would split it into 2 parts</title><content type='html'>Serimbun camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not really sure with the spelling of the cap and I don't bother to check either. Somethings in this world are not meant to be spelt correctly. Camp was sort of cool...sort of shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1:&lt;br /&gt;Came to school in MRT then went to take the bus.....Was carrying a stuffed bag in a wierd fashion. So, assembled and then took the bus to the camp. Then was like making fun of people. And then ate and have wierd challenges. Then got a stupid night walk. I found it dumb and retarded. It does not make sense at all. Like its night and the sky is dark and then you could only see the stars. Then slept late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an early morning bath. Refreshed. Then did the walk on the rope thingy. I was shaking ALOT!. Then Alan being a very KIND teacher, took a video of the entire thing and made me even more scared. Closed my eyes imagine everyone as _______. I am not a pussy!!! I managed to do it!!!FUCK YEA! My hair was so unglam in the helmet.Then campfire....the whole of 3E2 was on drugs...Except for 1 motherfucker. And that motherfucker seriously is not active in anything la. Like no life...even horror was trying to be enthu. This motherfucker seriously ar....would die as she gets fucked by Wen Jun. Anyways, we WON bitches!!! We made it to the finals with 3E3...not bad....not bad at all. Syafiqah told me the good news. Then I left as I was going HK the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong trip with choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an awesome trip. Tried the awesome Space Mountain ride that everyone was talking about. Tried it....I am an adrenaline junkie by the way...I love being hyper and stuff. So this really boost up alot of things!!! In the end I was so happy and satisfied I went another round. Then shopping and stuff...Shopping was so awesome. The staff wqere so kind. HK has way better looking GUYS and UGLY looking girls. I think the girls in singapore are much prettier than the girls in HK. God, I miss the temperature in HK. So cool. Got HOT korean guys...And I did not know asian guys can look better than Caucasian guys. HK food was so gross. Do they have Shin cup in singapore??? If  there is I really want to buy it. And would update more with pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. You are an attention seeking ho. Even after telling you nicely you do not want to listen. Even after being mean you are still so stubborn. SO i wish you nothing but the best if you have to face great problems ( say, getting pregnant with a 30 year old dude as the father of your child ) due to your attitude. And you don't EVER get in between me and my social life. I don't think I can change you, I 've tried. You want attention right? I would GIVE you attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and feel guilty and still ask me if its you, I would LAUGH at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5143518137821388136?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5143518137821388136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-entry-is-mad-long-and-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5143518137821388136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5143518137821388136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-entry-is-mad-long-and-i-would.html' title='This entry is mad long and I would split it into 2 parts'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-6426242375175180044</id><published>2010-03-08T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:18:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made up and I ended it off</title><content type='html'>So erm where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see I made up with Christalyn. Not sure if I spelt her name well. But yea. I told her I mistook her and thought she was the most fakest person I had ever met. Oh wait...I hear that there are more FAKE people living on this planet!Like Mrs.Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Fake here is a very cheap person. She cannot even afford a pair of Levi's jeans. Yup I said it. And Mrs.Fake is not only cheap but she is a total BIG LIAR! So what Mrs.Fake did was giving false information to Mr.Tall. Mr.Tall 'asked Mrs.Fake about Renu's personal life'. My sweet ass. In reality, Mr.Tall and I don't even talk....AT ALL, so how did Mr.Tall knew? At first Mr.Tall told me that Mrs.Fake was the one who told him about Renu's personal life. Then when confronted infront of Mrs.Fake, Mr.Tall told me that another person in his class told him. But when confronted again, Mr.Tall told me the same thing he told me before. And along the way, one of Mr.Tall's closest friends told me that Mrs.Fake cried to Mr.Tall to soften his heart and lie to me. And Mr.Tall you are not a very good liar. So obviously, Mrs.Fake was lying ( as implied in her name ). So now thanks to Mrs.Fake, the whole of class 3E4 know about my personal life and soon my reputation in this school would be trashed. But I don't give a shit, before this rumor gets any bigger, I would first tell the truth to everyone I know before Mr.Tall opens his big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Fake and I USED to be friends..that's how she know about my perosnal life. If Mrs.Fake told me that she told Mr.Tall ( come on la, people make mistakes ) and instead of denying it, I would have still give face to her. But instead, no, she didn't. So yea, thats my long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, thanks to all the others who support me all this way. That means alot to me!!!=).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-6426242375175180044?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6426242375175180044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-up-and-i-ended-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6426242375175180044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6426242375175180044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-up-and-i-ended-it-off.html' title='I made up and I ended it off'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7130655682515562993</id><published>2010-03-02T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:24:19.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW you miss me</title><content type='html'>Miss me right? Did not see my blog for 3 miserable days everyone would DIE. Joking ar....so now, I have been bloghopping for the past few days since I have no life and I realised that many 3E2 people got blog le. KAO!Tests are all over!!! YIPEE!!! Can enjoy till get report book. Definately fail my Amaths. HAIZ!!!! Must buck up. ______ in my class have down syndrome. Private joke between me and Syaz....wanna know ask me babeh! ( notice how I add the 'eh' to make it sound william-ish ). I am very please with my blogskin....nice right? Thank the person who made this....Oh yea my file...thanks Maria for getting from MIss mages...and most importantly thanks miss mages for getting it from this guy named...err....forget. I have to go sleep as I am sleepy right now. Unlike your moms, I sleep in the night alone. Joking again....I am very afraid that people would tak eme seriously and assume things wrongly you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7130655682515562993?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7130655682515562993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-you-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7130655682515562993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7130655682515562993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-you-miss-me.html' title='I KNOW you miss me'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5180706208644973832</id><published>2010-02-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:01:06.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's get down....(insert dirty thoughts here).My younger brother's birthday gathering just finished. And I am so exhausted. He had a bbq party at east coast and transport was provided and stuff like that, like a normal 11 year old retard. BUT THE GATHERING WAS AWESOME My younger bro's friend elder brother is my TWINNEH! His name is Kenny. Retarded name but still he is my TWINNEH?! Why???Read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He is obssessed with his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He TALKS pervetic stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) He loves black and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) He loves AVENGED SEVENFOLD AND LAMB OF GOD AND ATREYU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He finds taylor lautner and megan fox sexually appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) He finds boys like girls a shit ass band but find Martin Johnson good looking.( weel he did not really mention Martin Johnson's name but he said the lead singer was good-looking )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he like me? HE IS MY TWINNEH! SO MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, class deco almost done, a math test was like fucking hard E maths test was okay but found out many careless mistakes. Social studies got 19 marks!!! YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy with Demi Lovato, she looks so ugly with that whore looking lipstick. Her lips read 'kiss me I am a whore'. Very random la I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would updat blog, twitter and daily booth. And for goodness sake I would change my blogskin. Its getting fuglier fuglier each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5180706208644973832?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5180706208644973832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5180706208644973832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5180706208644973832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5863321222976235125</id><published>2010-02-19T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:05:42.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY? I am back to post more shit. So as I said, remember the previous post...remember?????? Fine, the post I said something on someone and a dude being intimate in class and the girl has a steady and stuff..well that's not true, the girl doesn't have a steady....THEY HAVE STOPPED BEING INTIMATE!!!!YAY!!!!!I AM SO HAPPY FOR BOTH OF THEM!!And now the rumors that have been circulating have stopped!!!good,good,good. On a random side note, speaking up for my friend here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Guys have to stop being so possesive. You just cannot go and randomly check your girlfriend's handphone just because you do not trust them. In a realtionship, you have to trust one and other. If not it would not work.....obviously. So if the girl trust you, you MUST trust the girl kay? And normally, guys are the fuckers who cheat on girls....not girls cheat on guys. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) two-timing is a HORRIBLE thing to do. Especially if you have no hair on your head.( being very direct here )unless, if the 3 of you decide to have a threesome, then its alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanna say for now, would post later on class decorations and stuff......and yesterday.....and more stuff...too long post=death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5863321222976235125?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5863321222976235125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-i-am-back-to-post-more-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5863321222976235125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5863321222976235125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-i-am-back-to-post-more-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3974057271526334989</id><published>2010-02-11T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:48:15.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a thursday and I am blogging.</title><content type='html'>I am blogging, on a thursday. Its so awkward. This week was alright...I am actually kind of sad...to start of, I really find it VERY disturbing if a boy and a girl be so intimate with each other and they are not in a relationship. Its sort of creepy. And yea if it isn't obvious enough they are from my class. I do not want to mention names but, I am  just saying. I am going off to Malaysia tomorrow. I would come back on Tuesday. My stupid aunt is bringing me to that ulu ( Alan wong's fav word ) place. I hope its a good hotel and oh yea, we ae flying. My aunt SCARED me when she said we were taking a BUS to Malaysia. SCARY!!! Its at Seremban that area...never heard of it don't bother to know about it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find you very pathetic. At first I thought you were the person that who would snap back if you were insulted by that person.It turns out that you are a pest and it is seriously fucking retarded to hurt someone's feelings by their looks or body. Its just plain Normal Technical-ish. I am not hurt by your harsh words, I am just upset that people like you are still living in this world. Unlike last year, I have a higher self-esteem thanks to Syaz and Justin. So go ahead make fun of me, I don't fucking give a damn on a piece of shit like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very pleased with the fact that I got 90% for my chemistry test. On the other hand, I fucking failed my fucking A maths. Fuck right? But  I would try harder. I cannot just blame Mrs.Soh for this ( well not all of it ). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think 2 of you should try to get along, its not my problem if you hate each other but, please, seriously, I treasure both of you. I have already done what is supposed to be done. I do not know if you are doing this without your knowledge or you seriously are born to be a slut. Just to let both of you know, I am not on anybody's 'side'. I have my own reasons to back off and I also have my own reasons for my assumptions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY MOM GAVE BIRTH!!!!TODAY!!!!YAY!!!!!!Its a guy. Full name: Dylan Gabriels ( no indian name as my grandparents are already dead )..going to see him soon. Aunt is taking a LONG shower now. My younger brother told me that he is so happy that he is finally not the youngest kid in our family. what.the.fuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously hope my parents use a condom when they fuck. Seriously. If they are sexually excited when they are 37 years old, I have no comments on you, my darling parents. Stop it already. Enough is enough. I hope dylan is going to be the last child...I do not want to be surrounded by too many siblings...I would feel old. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3974057271526334989?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3974057271526334989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-thursday-and-i-am-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3974057271526334989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3974057271526334989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-thursday-and-i-am-blogging.html' title='Its a thursday and I am blogging.'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-278964336375962216</id><published>2010-01-30T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:55:10.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow....I am such a good student....yesterday right, syaz and I found a cheap phone in the toilet.....since it was a cheap phone we decided to give it back...called the father and inform....but so ungrateful....they did not even thank us.....actually have lor...but never give money...lol...no la...if it was like i-phone or anything I wouold useit la,...duh....but all those minahs and mats would keep it lor..no matter4 how cheap is it...as they want to prove that they can steal stuff....i am talking too much of nonsense.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-278964336375962216?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/278964336375962216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/278964336375962216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/278964336375962216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3546292857744207714</id><published>2010-01-29T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:43:41.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>my blogskin nice right? Its too girly but yea....its alright I love strawberries!!!! Random skin. so quick review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 25 jan- Started out horribly. Early in the morning, realised that Nur Rafiqah passed away. My eyes were welled up with tears. I did not really cried. But once I went home, I just pour out all my feelings, cried felt bad for her and her family. Everytime I give out worksheets, I see her name, I just feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Okay la...normal day...Rafiqah's funeral but I did not go....during lessons and stuff....let syafiqa they all go. decided on class theme with class. the theme is: MOVIES!!! Sort of mine asnd Janelle's combined idea. This class is very united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Got over Rafiqah's sudden death. Erm, what else...oh yea....normal day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-YAY! Boys like girls, the most awesomest concert in the world. WOW! Went with william...if it wasn't for him, I won't be knowing that a hot guy named Martin Johnson and I won't have fallen in love with him...( celeb crush )....so yea.......even though it was like it should be an awesome day, it turned out kind of horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know this, but those who don't its alright ask me personally, you  know me anything horrid and anyone who just fucks around with me, I would bitch about them in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you guys out there, if you don't like the girl who likes you, NEVER EVER TELL THAT IN HER FACE STRAIGHT... if you are trying to prove that you have balls and TRY to be blunt and show off by saying it right in the face. It hurts. But I have gotten over it cause you are so not worthfor an awesome  person like me. And I seriously do not deserve someone with Herpes or any other STIs as you keep fucking around with all the sluts right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- sitting at home blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3546292857744207714?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3546292857744207714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3546292857744207714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3546292857744207714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5408821704817380606</id><published>2010-01-22T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:11:07.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gut feeling says that the hong kong trip is going to be damn boring cause maria would not be there......so is syazwani as she is not in the choir. And I am urgently looking for someone to be my roomate...as I hope its not some sec1 or 2 cause most of them are just plain boring....why?! Why?!!!!!!must it be so boring...and danica and chelisa are not going either.....I seriously do not know what to do...but I WOULD STILL GO HONG KONG LOR......SEE ALL THE 7 PRINCESS.  I would take picture with ariel ( as I she is only wearing a bra and has a tail ) and also aurora. Its kinda wierd picturing me with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5408821704817380606?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5408821704817380606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-gut-feeling-says-that-hong-kong-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5408821704817380606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5408821704817380606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-gut-feeling-says-that-hong-kong-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5450596057924653621</id><published>2010-01-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:18:19.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>1 week just passed like nobody's business...have to fruit fast again from tomorrow. And last one week. You would be thinking right, what the f is fruit fast? Well its said by jillian michaels on alternate weeks just eaat fruits and drink water ONLY and then the next week....resume as per normal.....and every day must sweat like shit by jogging......so my diet basically consists of fruit+water...as for tomorrow I would swim instead of jog......and let me tell you public swimming pool, is one of the most worst places to go in the whole world. While I was staying in warren/summerhill the swimming pool was damn spacious and free of cheap mats or ah bengs.......now cause all the ahbengs/ahlians/minahs/mats/indian mats/indian minahs would crowd and god knows what the fuck are they doing in the pool itself...RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAP. I feel like just giving attitude to them but cannot cause even if I stare really hard, they can't see cause my goggles is black....but anyways cannot blame anyone la....they are born to be like that...they are born to fail or end up in normal tech/ite/vitb. All these to just loose weight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...school seems tiring but its all worth it la......I don't really mind people who you know call me fat/big....cause I am what....and to stop people from pulling my self-esteem down I have to loose weight...no ice-cream, chocolates...that's easy...but he most fucking hard thing to cut down is bubble tea......is fucking hard for me.....WOULD TRY TO RESIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days till boys like girls concert.......I am trying to be a huge fan.....I am just a fan ..not a huge fan.......yet......And the stupid jay sean song 'down' I can't get that shit out of my head...its been stuck in my head like for god knows how long........oh yea...syaz and I named our 'favourite' classmate slumdog ho bag.....so sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not having a major crush on anyone yet. Oh yea.....I freaking can't wait to go hong kong.....I know asian country but can't wait to fuck around ( its just a term...I am not chris__lyn ) Maxy is really really cute.....he should be booked for personal appearances&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5450596057924653621?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5450596057924653621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5450596057924653621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5450596057924653621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4380524669997300364</id><published>2010-01-16T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:28:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must update my blog more frequently</title><content type='html'>ALOT of things to say. Kay, so now I am going to update fore like the first time in this freaking year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) new class, horrible Nathaniel.....horrible horrible.....all the girls in 3e2 are freking friendly......got no minah/mats in my class...got one ah beng la...zhen xin, but thats different. He ACTS ahbeng. But deep, deep, deep down in him he is a really nice person. And lester is really cute.....people are trying to adjust to my loudness. And alan wong is our form teacher. And syaz is in my class......and maria.....and oh yea got this GIRL the only girl in the class that I freaking HATE is a junior version of chelise. she acts ALOT and thinks that she is so god damn fashionable she tied a freaking jacket around her waist most of the time, lets her hair down and you see la....act so much until become this: She wrote her NRIC number as her index number...so smart right? And if you are reading this,( which I don't think you can cause your parents have never heard of the internet as you together with your whole family are mot civilised and basically too cheap to afford it ) . Change for good la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I freaking hate my younger brother at times...I don't even know is he born at the first place. He is so mother fuckig annoying, which pissed my ass off and when I yell at him, calling him a failure, parents get so worked up over this small issue,. Then my dad, randomly just say stuff like call him vulgaraties cause these words are nothing for you....got one thing for you beloved parents: You are fucking insecure and you just want to pick on your daughter who is so god damn perfect to be YOUR daughter,so go fuck yourselves.......I eventually yelled at my brother " why were you even born ?' yes its mean...but you don't know what is it really like to be me....many people have like their parents/siblings as their centre of my life. but no not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have been pondering on who is the centre of my life, ever since syaz asked me this question...and I can give a one definate answer: Maxy,my 1 year old chihuahua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Velonza vchristden is the blurrest sotong I have ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I would change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I hate asians who are angmorh wannabe. You guys are pathetic.like xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) LOH SHU YEN is the most honest person I have ever met. When I was counting up the biology funds, i realised one dollar was missing, then I was like kinda blur so i just uswe mine thinking that I soent it....on that night, shu yen sms-ed me saying that she forgot to give me that one dollar...if you found out that you have like one dollar and you know you paid up the wrong sum of money, would yoiu even bother to tell me? Ask yourselves honestly....well I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) please don't expect me to update this retarded blolg frequently or tweet frequently as I am VERY busy with school work, I am taking a maths and I am working my butt off at it....understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Farhanna 3T1/2 is a stupid bitch who is too cheap and would end up in an ITE.......and fuck random people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4380524669997300364?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4380524669997300364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-update-my-blog-more-frequently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4380524669997300364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4380524669997300364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-must-update-my-blog-more-frequently.html' title='I must update my blog more frequently'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-819959916153694901</id><published>2009-12-29T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:37:35.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, back from boston and it sort of sucked. First, I seriously can't even go out due to the fucking cold snow. So as many of you people know, I have migraine. So when I went out my head was freaking painful...like brainfreeze but worse. So I couldn't manage to buy stuff at walgreens for syaz. So I asked one of my cousins to get the stuff that syaz wanted and ship it to singapore. Sorry syaz.. And another stupid thing that happened was the wi-fi. It was horrible I tell you...i was like pissed...I manage to use the international internet stick thingy by starhub from my dad...checked my e-mail....blog awhile. And I was so seriously pissed with many things. My mom who is a bitch kept yelling at me for minature things that don't deserve to be yelled. She told me that I was useless and I just rot at home, unlike my sister who is a much co-ordinated person and talented person. And she claims that I must be like her....and sh kept yelling at me. So when I was seriously pissed in the plane on the way back home,I just asked her to shut up. And she made a big ho-ha out of this in the airport, and she was all like blah blah blah and stuff.....and I think now everyone working in Changi Airprot should know about me or my mom. Yea, that sucks....but another thing.....fuck man. And when I collected Maxy from the petshop he was jumping around and he was like so happy. He licked my mouth, I know gross, but yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-819959916153694901?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/819959916153694901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah-back-from-boston-and-it-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/819959916153694901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/819959916153694901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/woah-back-from-boston-and-it-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-160866996896533371</id><published>2009-12-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:17:39.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In stupid fucking boston</title><content type='html'>as you can clearly see from the stupid tittle, I am in boston. Roxbury to be exact. At my house. Away from Singapore. Tired. Sorry, just have to post some shit to update my blog. byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-160866996896533371?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/160866996896533371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-stupid-fucking-boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/160866996896533371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/160866996896533371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-stupid-fucking-boston.html' title='In stupid fucking boston'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-286154337773282069</id><published>2009-11-27T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:35:59.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW...today was seriously hectic....got up at 2.......mom was miraculously happy....what a miracle!!!! She told the 3 of us to get dressed cause we were visiting one of her dumb friends......dad was like in his bathe robe walking up and down the house....then finally all of us got dressed...this time dad drove......so all of us were like in the......I was sleeping.....then reach already...all talk nonsense....fucking boring la....then comming back this exactly hapenned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger brother cannot control his pee and he wet his pants....he immendiately cried...LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha...someone had an accident.....&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Do you have any sense of maturity?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "fuck this bitch" ( in my mind )&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Is there any ham left at home?&lt;br /&gt;Ray: Ham is very important&lt;br /&gt;Anan: *crying*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Darling please do not cry... when we get back...yati would clean you up okay????&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot bathe yourself ar????&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Do not speak singlish....do you have any social etiquette????&lt;br /&gt;Me: At least I did not wet myself&lt;br /&gt;Ray: Renu......stop making fun of our dear younger brother ( He was being very scarstic )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...I live in a very wierd enviroment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-286154337773282069?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/286154337773282069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/286154337773282069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/286154337773282069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2538918401371547071</id><published>2009-11-24T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T05:34:26.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring post</title><content type='html'>The past few days were crappy...and I have taken up a new hobby..its quite erm how do you put it....err.....not me....but I do not want to tell anyone about the hobby.....vey FUN!! Kay sounding like a retard now...anyone care to go out tomorrow. I like typically no life le..like I am basically having alot of  'alone' time.....And on 2nd decmeber I am no longer in singapore...lor...like 28 december I return,....almost a month.............I am very bored-.-....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2538918401371547071?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2538918401371547071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-boring-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2538918401371547071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2538918401371547071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-boring-post.html' title='Another boring post'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4006793706216124344</id><published>2009-11-22T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:41:59.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chey...I taking A math...lol thought what sia....recently I am suffering from sensative teeth....painful you know..drink Ice water also cannot....ouch...I sort of mis 2E1...you know like next year all the trouble makers won't be in 3E2....so class would turn out very quiet...anyways my flight is not on 4th december its on 2nd december...fuck right....so early....oh yea...I think cowards must use their name instead of using others name..I have been pondering on the thought of 'it' being umairah...but can't be cause...umairah is like old story leh...it definately has to be someone from express and most likely from 2E1.....Johanathan Loi???? Oh yea anyone know any french rock band???Can tell me??? I want to listen to a french SOFT rock band cause there is not point in listetning to french heavy metal band cause all you hear is like screaming and I rather listen to an American heavy meal band( at least I get the gist of it ).....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4006793706216124344?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4006793706216124344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/chey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4006793706216124344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4006793706216124344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/chey.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8707238729545819420</id><published>2009-11-21T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:09:56.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kay major shocking news....when I was purchasing my books a few days ago, the list did not state that I was taking A maths.....HARH?! Like that how???? Kay nevermind...cannot stress alot...if not grow white hair...I am bored....VERY bored....cause seriously I only went out with family and stuff. Never go out with BFFs....I want to go get my fingernails done...maybe tomorrow...cause the one I did a week ago...very jia lat....my nails are now like unsightly....So i removed it then yea lor.....I am freaking bored...can people call me????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8707238729545819420?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8707238729545819420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/kay-major-shocking-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8707238729545819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8707238729545819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/kay-major-shocking-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2865268759272808994</id><published>2009-11-20T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:56:29.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got yelled by the bitch at home...for what? A very simple reason...cause I keep talking on the phone. she is retarded. Seriously I am not even proud to call her my mom...So basically I was pissed la..then what happy? I seriously lost my appetite, confidence and self-esteem. Its not fucking normal of me...I have basically nothing to say....I have one more week to stay in singapore so if anyone want to go watch movie or anything call me..and I am so bored rotting at home...Oh yea I bet the person spamming my blog is this normal technical/normal academic student...cause they are the people who are very screwed up annd typically can't get stuff in their head....no offence to all the normal academic people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2865268759272808994?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2865268759272808994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-got-yelled-by-bitch-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2865268759272808994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2865268759272808994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-got-yelled-by-bitch-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8385701066077041752</id><published>2009-11-19T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:37:45.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK IT! OMG! There is this mother fucker who is spamming my blog.And I don't know who the fuck is that. I am seriously pissed off. If you are not happy just come and say straight la. You think you big meh??? And  if you have issues with me please let me know. And how the hell did you use internet anyways. I bet your house too cheap to afford it la....freaking out right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8385701066077041752?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8385701066077041752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-it-omg-there-is-this-mother-fucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8385701066077041752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8385701066077041752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-it-omg-there-is-this-mother-fucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8128684139643603502</id><published>2009-11-18T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:00:46.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 2 bloody long days of not washing my hair..I  finally washed my hair...why? Cause I rebond la..DUH! You think I M___ meh??? Never wash hair one...so erm Its heavily raining and I love RAIN!!! oh yea random fact: Green Day ( the band ) got their name from sesame street when Ernie said the phrase green day.  Green Day wanted to print Ernie's face on the back of Dookie, their first album. But the Sesame street took legal action....After reading this I know you would be like: no comments. Yea that's how I exactly felt.....nothing to say for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8128684139643603502?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8128684139643603502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-2-bloody-long-days-of-not-washing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8128684139643603502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8128684139643603502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-2-bloody-long-days-of-not-washing.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-1558977052096397119</id><published>2009-11-17T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:24:39.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was MIA awhile...and my blog closed down...cause the dumbass designer of the blog did not log in his photbucket awhile....so yea. I have to basically change the whole blog template...and I couldn't find one...haiz....so updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 November - Syazwani's birthday&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo for like the 2nd time together. And for the 2nd time both of our money burnt and it turned out that we did not have enough money...Note to self: Bring more money...get from elder brother. First I got UP AT 10am...do you know how early was that??? Then went to sunshine plaza to get syaz present. Then took cab to Syaz house. She then only wake up....Talk to her mom...saw lily...very cute....then she blow the candles and yea...the sister very sociable only that I do not understand what she says...we go vivo eat ben and jerry's then go do mani and pedi....My fingernails, right no, they are yellow. And my toe nails are blue...same as Syaz. Then after that walked to jean yip like a dumbass....I was like screaming and syaz walked very funny..then I rebond hair, syaz do treatment....cause her mom say cannot...So the treatment went perfectly although we cancelled some treatment....would do on Friday. I rebonded my hair...like fuck la...did not cut concave haiz....then take MRT to dover took a cab.then my maid came to lobby and paid my cab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 november&lt;br /&gt;Not my day at all...I had severe migraine...took pills slept for a long time....horrid day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-1558977052096397119?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1558977052096397119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-mia-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1558977052096397119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1558977052096397119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-mia-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-1707515618756101160</id><published>2009-11-12T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:58:02.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next year's class!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! These are like my classmates next year.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Ajai kumar maria akshatha 2. Amirudy chen b baharudin 3. Anton Benedict s dayrit 4. Azhar b johar 5. Batrisha rehan 6. Cheng xuan 7. Chionh hui li 8. Chong wei rui vernice 9. Clarence seow wei kang 10. Ding lin 11. Ho wei zhen 12. Huang ching fang 13. Ika farikha bte ashari 14. Kwan weilin 15. Lam yeng ling Cassandra 16. Lee jin yin 17. Lee jinsuh 18. Leong yue ting 19. Loh zhen xin 20. Melissa teo 21. Muhammad danial asyraf s 22. Muhammad hisham b moh saleh 23. Murni bte abdul rahman 24. Nur rafiqah bte razali 25. Nur syamiera binte muh rosdi 26. Oh qian hui 28. Souriyasack sinnie Julie anne 29. Syafiqah bte nor adzan 30. Syazwani bte mohamma nasir 31. Teo jing ping 32. Vavarly chong yu en 33. Velonza vichristden 34. Vidya venugopal 35. Vilaflores christialy jade a 36. Wang jie dong 37. Wang xiang ting 38. Wang yi huei 39. Winnie ker gek chiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, 38 people..And who the fuck is Anton?! I am very happy that Khairi and Jazli, Azri, Arafat, Johnathan Loi and Burhan are not in my class!!! Phew.....I am happy that Syazwani and Vavarly are in my class...( I sound so primary school-ish )...Although I do not know some of the people here, I am very happy that MOST of the people here are people I am happy with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-1707515618756101160?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1707515618756101160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/next-years-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1707515618756101160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/1707515618756101160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/next-years-class.html' title='Next year&apos;s class!!!'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8583666062019661655</id><published>2009-11-11T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:23:32.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up in the morning with a big damn simle on my face</title><content type='html'>YAY! Today I am very happy....and I have no idea why. I know this is like so random but have to say it. There is this show S------re Id-l which pisses me of...so yesterday when I watched it..... I was like eew.. Singapore's pathetic attempt to copy american idol seriously sucks....I mean if you want to have a talent show....why don't you name it like something else besides singapore idol. Cause it sounds copyrighted and the judges.....pathetic attempt of copying the judges from american idol. I think that Dick Lee ( don't laugh at the name ) is like the most original judge....The rest please get a life....Ken tries miserably to be like Simon Cowell but hell no.......its not working my friend...its not.......oh yea the lady....she is sort of okay...but at times she tries to be like Paula Abdul like you know be 'cheerful'...so this issue seriously bugs the shit out of me....so can everyone be original....it doesn't mean that the americans/europeans are like sort of 'leading' we do not need to follow others......the reason why they are 'leading' is because they are original. So if others were original, then we would also be 'leading'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8583666062019661655?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8583666062019661655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-woke-up-in-morning-with-big-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8583666062019661655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8583666062019661655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-woke-up-in-morning-with-big-damn.html' title='I woke up in the morning with a big damn simle on my face'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-125817631955119901</id><published>2009-11-11T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:33:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>So back with my family and all. Have alot of things to complete by this week. And oh yea I just had a very brilliant idea....cause I want to keep it personal...and if I say it out...well er...it won't be personal.....lame...nothing much to say for now...my phone number is back...and I just changed my phone...so its working.Call me people I am so bored.....9387__31....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-125817631955119901?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/125817631955119901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/125817631955119901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/125817631955119901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-again.html' title='Back again.'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2008956739918092203</id><published>2009-11-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:24:48.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have gotten back my number already. But the problem is you can't hear me at all when I answer your call. This is so cheap right....I know...kay so if you want to call me please leave an sms. Then I would get back to you...if you can't drop an sms...just call me and just say what you want to say. I can hear you but you can't hear me in the stupid handphone. So I would get back to you using my house phone. If I am outside...then whatever la just sms me...this thing must like continue for 3-4 months before I can't come up with my own money to buy handphone...cause both of my parents do not allow me to use any handphone. Cause I have lost 3 phones in a row...and ofcourse la...fuck it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2008956739918092203?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2008956739918092203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2008956739918092203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2008956739918092203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention.html' title='Attention!!!!!'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2420392654620303937</id><published>2009-11-09T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:39:47.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO yesterday was choir fucking wierd.....so I was like very hyper I do not know why...then I was very random...like seriously...oh yea wore green lenses...look damn fake in it.....DUH! Then subarni say green is the colour for you!!! That's what my elder brother say....LOL!I am very not in the mood to post right now....I have a life.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2420392654620303937?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2420392654620303937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-yesterday-was-choir-fucking-wierd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2420392654620303937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2420392654620303937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-yesterday-was-choir-fucking-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-2121355321670038899</id><published>2009-11-07T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:37:47.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer's body</title><content type='html'>So I watched Jennifer's body like few days ago with Syaz, damn awesome. Every part of it was like great. I feel proud of myself that I sneaked in. -.- WOW! So every punk rocker/emo guy looked alot like Gerard Way ( lead singer of My Chemical Romance ) or Billy Joe Armstrong ( lead singer of Green Day ). So the movie started out quite violent. There were two girls...they were the main characters(DUH!): Jennifer ( Megan Fox ) and Needy (Amanda Seyfried ) SO in the beginning, Needy was like in the mental instituition kicking a lady hard in the face till she fell.Then out of now where Jennifer was like this babe and Needy was like this nerd..and they were very close friends......( not like typical movie ) so........they went to this indie rock concert as Jennifer liked the lead singer ALOT. But Needy wanted to hang out with her boyfriend....but Jennifer was like alone so Needy went to accompany her...btw Needy's boyfriend is Chip. So then chip was left alone at his own house...They went ot concert.....and Jennifer was like getting cocktail for the lead singer of the band before the concert started....then the lead singer was like quite happy...Why? When the band was talking about this Needy really overheard the conversation, when Jennifer was somewhere else. When the band was discussing whether Jennifer is a virgin....Needy immendiately came and like an extra person she said " that's my friend you are talking about and yes, she is a virgin. " so when the band heard this they were really happy....so the band caused a fire using when they were having a concert without letting others know...so when the fire started, immediately the band 'rescued' Jennifer and Needy. That means in the fire alot of people were like dying. Then the band locked Jennifer in the van. Then the van went off...leaving Needy alone...Needy was left behind...she was so worried about Jennifer. She decided that she would kena rape...but actually that did not happen...then in the middle of the night Jennifer appeared in her house and yea....you won't believe what happened....she was like bloody like she was shot...then ..walau so long sia the story..then she started eating raw chicken in the fridge and then she barfed like a thick black gooey thing that lokked alot like tar.....then she left...Needy then wiped the barf.....The next day, Jennifer came to school...looking very ugly and pale.....she then killed this guy who is quite fat ......that guy was one of the victims of the fire friend. She made out with him then she bit him and ate him...so one by one guys started to die. She killed another guy who looked alot like Gerrard way...and then after every death...she seem so happy and beautiful....then one day Needy had sex with chip....after Jennifer killed the Gerrard way wannabe she appeared in Needy's house...This is all I want to say...cause later you guys would not buy the ticket then yea...so whatever...I am freaking tired.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-2121355321670038899?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2121355321670038899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/jennifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2121355321670038899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/2121355321670038899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/jennifer.html' title='Jennifer&apos;s body'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8642841685805434051</id><published>2009-11-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:00:00.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>To H_____,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously trying my best to like you. But I seriously hate you to the core. I think its because of this. You say stuff which are very mild but very rude sometimes. And you think you are the fucking boss of me. See, Like yesterday, I was busy talking to someone then  being a bitch, you just ask me to shut the fuck up. Then I was like so pissed...I mean its okay once in a while...everyone has their ticks...but hello??? You are always doing this. Like what normally some ITE failure would do. And morever when  I try to talk to 'her' you just rudly interrupt me and just talk like something so random. These may seem minor but when its is contninuously epeated like a billion times. things may get worse. And then when I try to talk to you nicely, you just totally ignore me...it feels like I am tlaking to a damn wall...now I see why even your boyfriend hates you and backstabs you...CAUSE WELL YOU ARE LIKE THAT! And your boyfriend also ghates you and that's why he broke up with you.DUH! I THINK YOU CAN'T HELP YOURSELF TO BE NICE OR SMART ( AT LEAST )....even chelisa right can respect me for who I am but not for what I have; despite being a liar..( no offence ar )......and morever at least she repects and I think you do not even deserve anything..so if you are reading this, at least TRY to change and stop acting like you are the boss of me....I am telling you, YOU AIN'T THE FUCKING BOSS OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea when I was typing out the capitals, I pressed 'shift' all the way. And another thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You screwed up Sharon's life and I would always hate you for that. Even though it has been 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8642841685805434051?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8642841685805434051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8642841685805434051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8642841685805434051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-6168700201966004315</id><published>2009-11-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:48:04.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst things that happened in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry...did not post anything yesterday. Was very tired. So since I have no life at all.....( kidding ar )would post about the worst things that happened in the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The birth of Sandy&lt;a href="mailto:SandyGabriels@Santah"&gt;mailto:SandyGabriels@Santah&lt;/a&gt; ( my Mother )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Billie joe armstrong's hair exploded and became blonde. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLldSBmt5OA/SvTruDvQsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/vo_syD8GwLo/s1600-h/bj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401201029634109938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLldSBmt5OA/SvTruDvQsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/vo_syD8GwLo/s320/bj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The birth of "her", "her" and "her" ( I do not want to write the names of these people )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) The release of "Gives you hell "- All american rejects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The stupid idea of parent-teacher conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst things that happened yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I controlled my pee for 3 hours straight. Because of stupid Queenstown toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Got caught using the handicapped toilet in Westmall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Bought the WRONG COLOURED LENS ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Hit Mages with something accidentally until her teeth broke ....it was an accident SORRY!!!! I am really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) When someone deleted his number...fuck her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Saw the fucker in burger king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Bought the wrong flavour of ice-cream ( pint ) for my younger brother for doing well in his exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Sort of chocked on a pearl in the bubble tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) watched the pathetic last part(only) of the EMAs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Was literally forced to wait for some fuckers in Bukit Batok MRT station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was quite a screwed up day wasn't???? Kay got another thing to talk about.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-6168700201966004315?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6168700201966004315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/worst-things-that-happened-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6168700201966004315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/6168700201966004315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/worst-things-that-happened-in-world.html' title='Worst things that happened in the world'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLldSBmt5OA/SvTruDvQsfI/AAAAAAAAABY/vo_syD8GwLo/s72-c/bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-8344199730441395903</id><published>2009-11-05T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:40:41.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from choir practice...I have to admit time flies when other schools are singing...not your own school.... so had alot of fun..I randomly brought along something...tomorrow Subarni birthday...go sabo her sing birthday song ar..lame....today was a pretty much happy day...got ALOT OF HAPPY THINGS...come ask me I tell you...except for the last part of the day......which pissed me off....ALOT! I think my blog should have like more pictures...cause it may bore alot of people....promise tomorrow would take picture kay? I would suffer....OMG it seems like I am talking to myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-8344199730441395903?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8344199730441395903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-came-back-from-choir-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8344199730441395903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/8344199730441395903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-came-back-from-choir-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7248974732927639582</id><published>2009-11-04T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:21:39.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeew</title><content type='html'>Today was well...how do we put it as.......oh yea GROSS! LIKE FUCK! Today is like the most gross day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it to guitar class due to over diarrhoea. Disguisting right?! Woke up in the morning............was perfectly normal....but in the MIDDLE....damn fucking eew lor....then when I ate in  the afternoon...I just vomitted...out of nowwhere.....&lt;br /&gt;damn wierd lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7248974732927639582?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7248974732927639582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/eeeew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7248974732927639582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7248974732927639582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/eeeew.html' title='eeeew'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5540023031770852113</id><published>2009-11-02T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:21:55.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastards.</title><content type='html'>I hate him.....I seriously hate him....WHO?! Maria's 'so -called-boyfriend' and the 2 midgets.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you know that I am fat right...for those who don't know me...yea I am a plus-sized girl. I am quite open minded about this la...kay listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no self-esteem...I may seem very loud and chatty but actually I am a very vulnerable person inside....don't believe you can ask people like: mr.alan wong. ( YISS teacher ).....and others. Why??? Personal appearance...frankly I do not think I am pretty or any way near normal. I feel like I am the ugliest person I know...on top of that..I am plus-sized ( I do not want to use the word fat ). This leads me to have very little self esteem. The only person who respects me and treat me the best despite all these characteristics is Jeremier..Some of you may know him. So yea...thanks...the rest of you guys....okay...okay la...and now if anyone of you fuckers think like "walau...I so close to her then shen  never write my name" you are damn pathetic. so yea...People like William ( at times ), Johnathan Loi, her and the whole Sahul they all like fuck and the 2midgets.....seriously what you say ofcourse its true and stuff but even though the truth hurts you do not need to be so mean and say stuff like that...I fat ofcourse people call me fat larh then what??Thin?? Ofcourse not...DUH! So yea just want to say this like let you people know that I am quite 'breakable' and not only me but people like me get offended...so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry I feel quite emo right now...cause of today's incident. I mean its like fuck.I would be back-to-myself in a few hours time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5540023031770852113?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5540023031770852113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/bastards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5540023031770852113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5540023031770852113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/bastards.html' title='Bastards.'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4322542964913312027</id><published>2009-11-02T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:28:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>OMG! Dead boring lor today....was like famished....did nnot eat anything except a miserable 1/2 a piece of muffin and a pathetic mentos....So yea basically this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up....saw the clock...fuck...it was like 11.20am....12 pm have to be in school...so was like panicking...faster bring contact lens, solution, comb and file....while bathing ask my aunt call for a cab...then took cab...had a big fight with the cab driver..I mean does he have a life???Oh yea-forgot he drives cab...He was like where you want to go? Then I say want to go yusof ishak secondary school. Then he say " where.that.How I know where "...He seriously paused after everyword lor...then I say bukit batok street 25 then I saw that the address of yusof ishak secondary school was on the taxi the screen there...FUCK RIGHT HE? then I put contact lens in taxi...I know I am amazing....then he say stop littering the taxi....then I was its only a solution spill..then fare was $9.50 then I gave $10 bucks and I said keep the change...when I open the door I said "you would need it alot"....then the time was exactly 12pm..so alan wong wearing the same polo shirt....and saw miss.lee...very pretty...did nto saw miss ang...so was quite happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was in the bus, went to queenstown secondary school...saw all of the students...al the schools were well disciplined...VERY GOOD! seriously like everyone was so innocent.....everyone tuck in you know..and kept quiet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in bus went back YISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan wong kept sneaking into my conversation but did not mind cause he made sense...then realised was talking too loud then talk quite soft...wa then kena stuck in jam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach yusof ishak was so raining....chelisa ran in the rain...I decided to take overhead bridge..cause back gate was opened..came back (aunt's) home...younger brother was very sick so can't bring him go eat ice-cream at Ben and jerry's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I end up posting a very long post.wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4322542964913312027?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4322542964913312027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/choir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4322542964913312027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4322542964913312027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-3085115229808641490</id><published>2009-11-01T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:50:01.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama night</title><content type='html'>I know this is like so 3days ago...but have to SAY IT! Drama night turned out not as bad I had expected. I was like in the choir and watched the matinee show....cause I did not perform in there....I only perform for Gala night and the openening night....SO I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED OKAY?! First off, everyone did a great job but people like ARAFAT who seriously don't  know how to act spoilt the event....Arafat is one of the sharks if I am not wrong....the sec 2 gang ( in drama )...he seriously can't make eye contact like always look at the fucking floor...what.the.fuck. So being a very idiotic person I told him and then he ( still never make eye contact ) said " you be in drama la.." with his very strong malay+indian accent.....OFCOURSE I CAN'T BE IN DRAMA DUMBASS...I AM NOT SAYING THAT I CAN GO DRAMA. I AM SAYING THAT YOU, ARAFAT, CANNOT MAKE IT. Can you imagine if people like that act in dramatic movie like titanic......would be like " Rose, I love you" then 'Rose' would be like " are you looking at me???" yea...can you imagine it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next you know the main actor arun raj...he was quite good la...he act not so bad...but 1 thing I can't stand is his accent...I mean most indians have indian accent la DUH! But not so strong le....like OMG!!! Instead of saying " Stop it you fools" he said " Stap ittt yooouuuuuuuu fooooolls ".....but other than that he was very good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; another thing that bothers me was the singing. I mean the voice was really great...but the accent was like "thoes" instead of "toes"....BUT WAS VERY AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rudy, Arifah, Arun Raj, Firdaus were really very great...however people like arafat was like....no comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-3085115229808641490?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3085115229808641490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3085115229808641490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/3085115229808641490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/drama-night.html' title='drama night'/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-7637121013982403901</id><published>2009-11-01T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:19:57.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch. Tomorrow there would be choir and its going to be dead boring. I have been 'investing' alot on contact lens lately. Very random right? NO! So yea small matters which I would make big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1)First time in my 14 years of my life went to Little India...to get indian traditional clothes for choir as Miss.Khor said need want.....isn't that lame? what ever....so yea...would never ever want to go to that damn place EVER again...I mean no being mean but all the Bangalas and Indian construction workers are like so perveted....even want to see fat people like me....what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I mean bitches like 'her' should like get a life. When someone says that she can't make it for a boring party...they really can't and they would try their best to attend just to please you...but I can't..you do not need to get so pissed of cause bitch, you too did not fucking tag along with me for anything. ask me people if you wanna know who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Happiest news of my life that I  have been waiting for...someone broke uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-7637121013982403901?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7637121013982403901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7637121013982403901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/7637121013982403901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-9177478105350045768</id><published>2009-10-21T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:46:49.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea forgot to blog about issue.....so this is a situation ( real ar ) which involves S,R,Sh,M. And I am R. So I think you should know who I am going to talk about now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I just enquired certain people on a statement I heard from M. And it turns out to be that all of these weren't true. And I was quite upset about this. As M and I started out as quite good friends and I exchanged favours and share our problems. Despite several warnings from alot of people, I ignored them and just thought that she was a nice person but at that point of time I knew she was an attention seeker and also a flirt. But that did not bother me right? As well, she did not flirt me neither did she seek attention from me which doesn't seem practical. So I continued to befriend her...so one day she told me that erm well I do not wish to say it right now cause it would be too obvious. So S and I heard this and we freaked out and we pushed ourselves even harder. But in the end when I asked her after knowing what she told me was a lie, I asked her again. Ans this time, M put the blame on Sh claimiing that Sh told M the 'thing'. I immediately knew that M was lying and so to be more sure I asked Sh. Sh said that she did not know anything about this and she only said something which was totally different on what M told me. I immediately told Sh that M wasn't a good person and Sh was depressed. And so all these tells me what? M is definately lying. But I would ask her again for sure and confirm everything and if she is going to give me bull sh*t I would slap her face seriously and S would slap her other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am not trying to be minah here....I just want to be a bitch...Oh yea I am already one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-9177478105350045768?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/9177478105350045768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-yea-forgot-to-blog-about-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/9177478105350045768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/9177478105350045768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-yea-forgot-to-blog-about-issue.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-5360405768811777048</id><published>2009-10-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T06:22:46.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow..today something happened...was quite pissed off to be compared to a mother f___er by my own friend. Although many apologies were given none of them were forgiven..I can understand la....if this happened to me I would also be pissed off DUH!. So whatever....so let's go thru what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School- Got pathetic marks for all my sciences....like seriously pathetic. Got a mere A2 for combined. Then got like horrible mother tongue class.....its is freaking boring...skip...skip...skip... and then had recess...Guess what...would talk about this issue later...then got assembly..Mr.lim was talking about public display of love and stuff and everyone was like making ccatcalls...I mean that is so pathetic...and then got more results....I GOT 87% for my geography....I was like seriously happy...cause I always get like boderline for my geography I was like showing off...sorry people...then got more results...then saw miss salina to get geography papers....2E4 was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school- Went to vavarly's house but in the end never go la...cause of something....then Syaz and I like loners went to LOT 1....and I randomly wanted to go and pierce my tragus....So went to BLUEZ...( I am just wondering why all the colour shops to piercing ar? Like yellow shop....lame ! ) Then I was freaking scared like so freaking out for no reason....then when pierce right not pain la but I made a BIG reaction...I was like FUUUUUUUU*k very loudly...I think I would be like the most craziest person who went in there....the person who pierced my tragus look so damn ah lian but she not la...she smiled...kay? she SMILED! Then just loiter around till like 4.30pm and syaz took taxi and drop me at my aunt's house...This is like the 13th time( I did not count but lets exaggerate ) taking taxi during this term with syaz and/or vavarly. So yea....went back watched nickelodeon.....do you know how pathetic is that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after one hour...brought along my younger brother to my guitar lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I ended up here, infront of the laptop and eating Oreo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-5360405768811777048?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5360405768811777048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5360405768811777048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/5360405768811777048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970208140841095343.post-4918809443521195450</id><published>2009-10-20T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:32:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahem...tomorrow would like be telling everyone..and whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970208140841095343-4918809443521195450?l=the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4918809443521195450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4918809443521195450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970208140841095343/posts/default/4918809443521195450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-retard-next-door.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>Death</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865300716535728202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
