<?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-6036422</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:18:27.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I let your secrets out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>704</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112650727477988643</id><published>2005-09-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:41:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112650727477988643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112650727477988643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112478694218464503</id><published>2005-08-23T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:29:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hold Your Breath Cos You'll Only Make Things Worse</title><summary type='text'>I've moved.http://hermajestysprisoner.blogspot.comRe-link me please.I'm not sure if I want to delete this blog yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112478694218464503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112478694218464503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-hold-your-breath-cos-youll-only.html' title='Don&apos;t Hold Your Breath Cos You&apos;ll Only Make Things Worse'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112478376870206475</id><published>2005-08-23T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:56:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well It's Love, Make It Hurt</title><summary type='text'>No study group today, and I was less stressed out.Much less.Nowhere near breaking down.At least not yet.I just read Eliane's blog and it's driving me crazy.I just have to be honest this time.I don't feel like you guys trust me to do what I said I would.And you guys talk about things about me and I don't know what you guys are talking about.That makes it impossible for me to trust you at all.Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112478376870206475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112478376870206475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-its-love-make-it-hurt.html' title='Well It&apos;s Love, Make It Hurt'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112471020695874591</id><published>2005-08-22T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:30:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest Easy Tonight</title><summary type='text'>I don't need a fucking counsellor.Which is why I dont see a need to bring me to one, much less the school's counsellor.I don't have any problems.Even if I do, I'm in denial.I'm leaving myself behind.Before I go crazy for real.I'm leaving this blog behind soon enough.I'm sick of me.I hate me.I'm not going to trust anyone anymore.Unless you prove yourself fit for my trust.Everyone whom I think I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112471020695874591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112471020695874591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/rest-easy-tonight.html' title='Rest Easy Tonight'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112462090289177679</id><published>2005-08-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:42:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 700th Post</title><summary type='text'>I'm not that complicated.I'm just misunderstood and misinterpreted.ALL the time.I just.. don't like people to judge me and dictate me.To force to me to what they think it's right.I know right from wrong.I know that I don't always do the right things.Parents never really understand.Perhaps we'll only understand how they feel when we're, well, 40 and dying.I really should study now shouldn't I.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112462090289177679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112462090289177679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/700th-post.html' title='The 700th Post'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112461162137586994</id><published>2005-08-21T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:07:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dylan And I On The Games, Be Very Afraid!</title><summary type='text'>Instead of studying for the past few hours, I've been sitting in front of the computer.Instead of studying for the past few hours, I've been playing computer games and shooting aliens with my cousin.Instead of studying for the past few hours, I've been chewing on peanuts and strudel and mints.Instead of studying for the past few hours, I've been jumping onto the weighing scale every half an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112461162137586994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112461162137586994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-dylan-and-i-on-games-be-very.html' title='It&apos;s Dylan And I On The Games, Be Very Afraid!'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112460454171758375</id><published>2005-08-21T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T14:09:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Car Underwater</title><summary type='text'>Sigh. It's only 1pm and I've already eaten:-A banana at 9am-A egg mayo croissant (with awful tasting lettuce) at 12:30pm-Mango strudel &amp; some noodles &amp; wanton just when I got home.I thought that my mum would be out with my aunt, but instead my aunt came to our house instead and bought strudel.No I don't feel guilty at all, despite still jumping on to the scale every other hour after I've eaten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112460454171758375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112460454171758375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-car-underwater.html' title='In The Car Underwater'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112458576353620629</id><published>2005-08-21T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:56:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Contradiction</title><summary type='text'>My internet connection is confusingly painfully slow now.Just a little while more before I go for tuition.But anyways, don't get the wrong idea about the previous entry.He will never ever read that anyway.And I'd decided to read Eliane's blog after all.Yes, her small fonts killed me.But anyhoo there's things I wanna say.Well, I really don't know if I've been hiding behind so many facades that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112458576353620629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112458576353620629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/walking-contradiction.html' title='Walking Contradiction'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112455024597902649</id><published>2005-08-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:05:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting and thinking.. and suddenly I came to this realization.I didn't, I don't, I can't trust you as much as I want or have to.Yes, the high has worn off.But in actual fact, I don't think I've been able to trust anyone before at all for as long as I've been in my teens.I don't want to be growing up to realise that my life has been a lie.Cos it's not.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112455024597902649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112455024597902649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112454956619585387</id><published>2005-08-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:54:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole Your Heart, Ripped It Out</title><summary type='text'>HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.I'm suuuuuuuuuuper hyper.You cant tell can you.Hmmmmmm??????First it started with Olivier and his stupid lousy "SO, it's not funny!" english french jokes.Je peux te donner des cours de langues!! Oui oui oui?Then it was laughing at Ashlee Simpson on MTV."I don't want any hair extensions! I want this to reflect who I am!"Then having fun with Singlish ang-moh style </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112454956619585387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112454956619585387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-stole-your-heart-ripped-it-out.html' title='I Stole Your Heart, Ripped It Out'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112453157572458379</id><published>2005-08-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:13:12.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intermission Is A Mission On Its Own</title><summary type='text'>PeeekturesHahahaha I love all things French.French salad dressing, French toast.. and this French guy.Lol.You guessed who.Gin et Jus says:hey hey heyGin et Jus says:hey hey!! HEY!!!!Gin et Jus says:YOU 'RE CRAZYYYY :Di'm holding on by letting go of you:I'M NNOOOOOOOOTTTGin et Jus says:I like this picGin et Jus says:of youGin et Jus says:you look a bit sexyGin et Jus says:Si hong: " NOOO I'M NOT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112453157572458379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112453157572458379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/intermission-is-mission-on-its-own.html' title='The Intermission Is A Mission On Its Own'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112452897260363210</id><published>2005-08-20T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:09:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Holding On By Letting Go Of You</title><summary type='text'>I got my hair cut.Not much of a difference actually except that its much shorter and looks more cropped.But it's so comfy and I love it.I went into the place and saw Annie immediately and she was like, "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU YOURE SO SKINNY NOW!"Hahaha.I just sat down and asked her to do whatever she wanted.And she was like, "Alright, a skinnier haircut for a skinnier frame. Your face just shrunk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112452897260363210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112452897260363210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-holding-on-by-letting-go-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m Holding On By Letting Go Of You'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112450096721360966</id><published>2005-08-20T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T09:26:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing To Hold On To</title><summary type='text'>You know what, I shall just start off by saying this.I am eating again because I made my mum cry yesterday.I was asleep, she woke me up, and she saw my arm, and asked me why I cut myself.I lied to her it was exam stress and all.I dont know what happened after that.I was still groggy.But after she walked out of the room, I ran into the kitchen and ate an apple and some cake, hoping that the more I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112450096721360966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112450096721360966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-nothing-to-hold-on-to.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing To Hold On To'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112449791951052922</id><published>2005-08-20T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:32:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I.I don't even know how to start.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112449791951052922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112449791951052922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112442539598200789</id><published>2005-08-19T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:36:19.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop It You Know I Can't Help It</title><summary type='text'>Okay I'm home.I told Miss Chionh that I was feeling nauseous.There is truth in that.And she asked my dad to pick me up from school for fear that I'd faint on the way home.At least she didn't order a cup of milo for me or anything.And my dad is oversensitive.Whatever.On the way home he was going on and on and on about my eating habits, and I said that I've been eating a lot, just to shut him up.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112442539598200789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112442539598200789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop-it-you-know-i-cant-help-it.html' title='Stop It You Know I Can&apos;t Help It'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112436612693935580</id><published>2005-08-18T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:55:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yea I Know I'm Gorgeous"</title><summary type='text'>Oh wait Olivier said that not me.Hahahaha.Okay this link is for Kaylee.Go and download it, and voila you have all the pictures from the GC concert that Nils sent me.http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0LZ8ARPKMV2XP198B4EML8KMR1It expires in approximately 6 days I think.Took this off Marly's blog:Eating disorder test (Check what applies to you):(x) although people tell me I'm thin (or not fat), I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112436612693935580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112436612693935580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/yea-i-know-im-gorgeous.html' title='&quot;Yea I Know I&apos;m Gorgeous&quot;'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112427783506836322</id><published>2005-08-17T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:08:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Have Seen This Coming</title><summary type='text'>Edit once more\\GC concertHooooyay.I'm grinning from ear to ear now and I can't help it.The only thing that will wipe that stupid grin off my face is knowing that it will all stop when I get off the fucking computer and everything stopping and thinking about it.Well it's happening now.Oh God.I felt like the luckiest girl on earth for that one second.Edit\\ Argh.Broccoli and carrots.I love it.But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112427783506836322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112427783506836322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/should-have-seen-this-coming.html' title='Should Have Seen This Coming'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112427475151077493</id><published>2005-08-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:32:31.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Deep That It Didnt Even Bleed</title><summary type='text'>Here is what my Friendster horoscope says:Self-control is a pretty handy little skill -- once learned, all you have to do is keep practicing for it to become a real part of your life in all the important areas. Soon it'll become second nature -- really!When you put your mind to something, it's look out world! There's a definite goal in your sights right now, and you're absolutely determined to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112427475151077493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112427475151077493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-deep-that-it-didnt-even-bleed.html' title='So Deep That It Didnt Even Bleed'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112420662538754114</id><published>2005-08-16T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:37:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This world is fucked.Same goes for the people.I'm never trusting anyone ever again.Like I do see the point when all you ever want from me is favour, and that's the only time you treat me nicely.I've had enough of this fucking bullshit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112420662538754114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112420662538754114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-world-is-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112419625880041095</id><published>2005-08-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:44:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Beautiful Dignity In Self-Abuse</title><summary type='text'>SCREAMS.You stupid fat cow.Why did you eat?Why why why?It's 88.Or nothing.Youre not making it any better.I want to tear out my fucking stomach.I'm sick of seeing the same old few ribs.I want more.SCREAMS.Why can't I just stop myself, when I'm not even hungry?When I'm not even having any cravings?When I'm so fucking fat?29lbs more.One pound a day, and you do it in a month.Or 2lbs a day, you do it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112419625880041095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112419625880041095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/such-beautiful-dignity-in-self-abuse.html' title='Such Beautiful Dignity In Self-Abuse'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112410171704206954</id><published>2005-08-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:28:39.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing Your Lies While I Thought You Cared</title><summary type='text'>I am still in the emo shit.I really wanted to have some alone-me time, but I was queuing up for the bus and Rachel came along.But she cheered me up a little.Then when I got home, I felt more emo after having an apple.(Take note dears, to me, emo = depression)Then I talked to Ashley.Hooha I feel so much better now!Ashley : WE'RE SO GONNA DO IT BABE! 88's THE MAGIC NUMBER.I'll post the lyrics again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112410171704206954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112410171704206954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/believing-your-lies-while-i-thought.html' title='Believing Your Lies While I Thought You Cared'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112403442385653224</id><published>2005-08-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:48:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Knees For You</title><summary type='text'>Ive given up Im giving up slowly, Im blending in so you wont even know me apart From this whole world that shares my fateThis one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption because I know to live you must give your life awayAnd Ive been housing all this doubt and insecurity and Ive been locked inside that house All the while you hold the keyAnd Ive been dying to get out And that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112403442385653224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112403442385653224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-my-knees-for-you.html' title='On My Knees For You'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112401221282074108</id><published>2005-08-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:36:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just What Happens..</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling very emo now.Maybe it's the depression again.But I can assure you it's not PMS.I threw up just now.No, not self-induced.It wasn't forced.It just came back up.I don't know why.I didn't feel violently sick or anything.I just threw up.And no, I didn't take Ipecac or Exlax.Actually it'd be wrong to say that I feel emo now.It'd be wrong too, to say that I feel numb.Cos I don't feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112401221282074108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112401221282074108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-just-what-happens.html' title='It&apos;s Just What Happens..'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112396649686159603</id><published>2005-08-14T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:56:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day You'll See Me</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear.I keep catching weird times.Now it's 4.44am.I know I need to be in bed!My mum's gonna start yelling at me soon, but I don't think I'd be able to sleep soon.You know I was looking around in blogs.And everyone had a wishlist thing.Then I thought of what I wanted.And it just somehow occured to me than I am luckier than I could've ever been.I've got everything I want.Maybe except a bank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112396649686159603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112396649686159603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-day-youll-see-me.html' title='One Day You&apos;ll See Me'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112396466240125454</id><published>2005-08-14T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:27:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissable And Quiet</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know I am supposed to be asleep now.And I am aware that it's 3:33 am now and I have tuition at 10 am today.But I can't.I was reading Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince.And no, I couldn't sleep not because of the book.Yeah Snape the Half-Blood Prince killed Dumbledore, Ron snogged Lavender Brown (very often), Harry snogged Ginny, Bill Weasley gets super-duper disfigured.. I'd be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112396466240125454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112396466240125454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/kissable-and-quiet.html' title='Kissable And Quiet'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112393927080608730</id><published>2005-08-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:21:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Save You</title><summary type='text'>NOT FOR THE CRITICSThere you go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112393927080608730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112393927080608730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-to-save-you.html' title='I Want To Save You'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112393561362345649</id><published>2005-08-13T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:20:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted To Be All You Need</title><summary type='text'>I need to burp.The damned insect on the table just wont die.Or get lost.I ate so fricking much today, it hasn't tasted so good.Mushroom swiss, prata and just ate some meat that my mum cooked.AND I DIDN'T PURGE, although I bet I gained back the 3lbs.Hahahha.Phrase of the day,"I'M SOOOO BORED!!!!!"Question of the day,"DO YOU WANNA EAT PRATA??????"Joke of the day,HAHAHA ONLY ASHLEY KNOWS THAT. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112393561362345649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112393561362345649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/wanted-to-be-all-you-need.html' title='Wanted To Be All You Need'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112389492309920423</id><published>2005-08-13T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:09:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain Range In Your Living Room</title><summary type='text'>I got an A2 for my Chinese O Levels.I mean, hey, it's great, but I'm not in the state of euphoria or whatever.Maybe I'm still in great disbelief.But anyways, congrats to all who have gotten distinctions.Kah Ming, Cindy, Zi Wei, Cherlyn, Li Shan, Cai Jun, Hui Yuan, Ghislaine, Terkey.. I don't remember who else.Congrats to Audrey Suon and Bella Koh as well!!And I should thank God too :)I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112389492309920423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112389492309920423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/mountain-range-in-your-living-room.html' title='The Mountain Range In Your Living Room'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112376204894394300</id><published>2005-08-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:07:28.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junming Made Me Say This - JM Rocks.</title><summary type='text'>Ooooer.The hot fuss on my tagboard just got hotter.So hot that for a moment or two I didn't know how to start replying.Tons of people have told me to ignore the big hooha about people dissing me, about how bulimic/anorexic/ed-nos I am, how ugly I dress, how I am schizophrenic and hallucinate and imagine guys winking at me, and how much of a poseur I am, and telling me to study my face.But I must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112376204894394300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112376204894394300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/junming-made-me-say-this-jm-rocks.html' title='Junming Made Me Say This - JM Rocks.'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112366168490537799</id><published>2005-08-10T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:27:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Subtleties Strangle Me</title><summary type='text'>WAAAAZZZUUUUP!!!!!!I got my new lovely.My Zen Touch Neeon!Green!I'm having gastric pains despite eating.Lots and lots of pineapples.And an apple.I don't want to blog about this anymore basically cos I see not much point.For your viewing pleasure as well.Someone tell me what to download.AND I have decided to limit my posts to one a day.Otherwise you boycott my blog for a day, and when you come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112366168490537799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112366168490537799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-subtleties-strangle-me.html' title='Your Subtleties Strangle Me'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112363682192819037</id><published>2005-08-10T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:20:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Video EVER</title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone you HAVE to watch this.HAHAHAHAHA GOTCHA.English lessons  anyone?Vocabulary?First, the difference between OBVIOUS and OBLIVIOUS.OBLIVIOUS: Lacking conscious awareness; unmindfulOBVIOUS  : Easily perceived or understood; quite apparentOBLIGED: To do a service or favor forTo do this was just obligatory.I don't really want to see anyone failing English for O's.It'll be bad.Okay, 33hours</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112363682192819037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112363682192819037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/funniest-video-ever.html' title='The Funniest Video EVER'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112355728209575903</id><published>2005-08-09T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:16:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stay Wrecked And Jealous For This</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm getting Zen Neeon.It's so much prettier.It doesn't come with the power adpater and an extra battery, but I guess I'll just buy them separately.Oh wait the battery for Neeon is built in.I guess if I do the cost would come up to the same as if not more than the price of the Zen Micro.But I love how Zen Neeon looks.Without the Stik-Ons.Okay, shall get out of the house to study now.Might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112355728209575903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112355728209575903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-stay-wrecked-and-jealous-for-this.html' title='I Stay Wrecked And Jealous For This'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112350975882342845</id><published>2005-08-08T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:04:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seriously, Christy!"</title><summary type='text'>Okay I know what youre gonna say.I update waaaaaay too much for anyone's liking.But basically, online, I've been dying from boredom because.Because.I'll say this in chinese.Oliver bu dong si dao na li qu.If you don't understand chinese, well.I don't know where the hell Olivier went.Seriously!Okay, I shall go out and stay somewhere to study and do my homework tomorrow.Bye and let's hope I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112350975882342845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112350975882342845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/seriously-christy.html' title='&quot;Seriously, Christy!&quot;'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112350890552667136</id><published>2005-08-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:48:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre Such A Sucker For Sweet Talk</title><summary type='text'>I hate the radio.I really hate it!!!!Last I heard, or rather Kahming told me, they've started playing Crossfade and Relient K.Idiots.I still don't know which mp3 player to get.But I'm kinda like leaning towards Zen Micro cos it seems better to use.Has more features.Comes with an adapter.And has an alarm clock.And has won awards!Lol okay.Junming is amusing me. Hahaha.I was sending him All-American</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112350890552667136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112350890552667136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-such-sucker-for-sweet-talk.html' title='Youre Such A Sucker For Sweet Talk'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112348754949097171</id><published>2005-08-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:52:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Help Here?</title><summary type='text'>I need help.I can't decide.Zen Touch Neeon:$3295gbmore details here : Zen NeeonZen Touch Micro:$3995gbmore details here : Zen MicroShall go read Harry Potter now, if it'll be able to sustain my interest.If all else fails, there's relative velocity homework to work on.Bye loves.Remember to help me choose between Neeon or Micro.I just can't decide.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112348754949097171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112348754949097171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-help-here.html' title='Some Help Here?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112348485601047837</id><published>2005-08-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T15:44:44.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Bastards Gone?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I procrastinate.I'd wanted to go on a fast from 12am this morning.But I'd decided to start at 7am since there was cheese cake for breakfast and I love cheese cake.Then in school we were doing school service, I nicked crackers and told myself I'd start at 12pm.Then when I reached home, I ate more cheese cake, banana, and finished those 2 tubs of Ben&amp;Jerry's that I opened.Now I guess I shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112348485601047837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112348485601047837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-have-all-bastards-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Bastards Gone?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112341576545637267</id><published>2005-08-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:56:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straitjacket Feeling</title><summary type='text'>I ate too much Ben&amp;Jerrys again.I think I ate waaay more than 2000cal.Which means I'm going to put on weight.But whatever I'm starting on my plan tomorrow.I think if I burp now I'll throw up the ice cream.I ate this much.I ate Ben&amp;Jerrys, bread and biscuits in the morning, twister fries and modanyaki noodles in the afternoon, and more Ben&amp;Jerrys just now.One serving is on average 250 calories.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112341576545637267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112341576545637267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/straitjacket-feeling.html' title='Straitjacket Feeling'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112337734566853207</id><published>2005-08-07T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:15:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For Some Answers</title><summary type='text'>Songs stuck in my head for the past eternity:Chicago Is So Two Years Ago - Fall Out BoyLittle Devotional - Taking Back SundayDirty Little Secret - All American RejectsOnly Ashes - Something CorporateThe Ruins We Hold - My American HeartOhio Is For Lovers - Hawthorne HeightsBuried A Lie - Senses FailSarcastic Farewell - Bleed The DreamAnd the high-pitched one that goes, "Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337734566853207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337734566853207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/looking-for-some-answers.html' title='Looking For Some Answers'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112337711714701043</id><published>2005-08-07T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:11:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Her Heart Stops</title><summary type='text'>Soooo.. I think I need to get off the computer soon enough.. Tuition at 10.After that I'll be going out with Kahming and all..And then it's back to hitting the books.The inevitable sense of dread.Oh no thinking about it puts me in such a rut.Anyway anyway anyways.The new All American Rejects CD is nice.I don't know if it will still be after many listens but on the first listen it's nice enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337711714701043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337711714701043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/until-her-heart-stops.html' title='Until Her Heart Stops'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112337435017514546</id><published>2005-08-07T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:26:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Is You Could Slit My Throat</title><summary type='text'>I didn't realise what I said is always subjected to so much scrutiny.But anyways, I'm glad that my tagboard is alive and kicking today!And it's been sometime since there was someone dissing me.I do really quite dig and miss that!If there's gonna be any typo errors I'm really sorry cos my arms are numb.I slept on my arms the entire night.And I shall reply to my lovelies one tag by one.I thought of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337435017514546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112337435017514546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/truth-is-you-could-slit-my-throat.html' title='The Truth Is You Could Slit My Throat'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112329471265654975</id><published>2005-08-06T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:18:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On Standby</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling hungry.Okay so yesterday was the dining etiquette thing.Two worst case scenarios:(1) Your date pays more attention to the person sitting next to you HAHAHA don't tell Cai Jun.(2) Brandon's really hot but he's interested in Miss Chionh.One thing I like about Brandon other than him being totally hot, he knows how to hold a conversation, albeit a really short one, the exact same way the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112329471265654975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112329471265654975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-on-standby.html' title='Life On Standby'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112329123415466435</id><published>2005-08-06T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:22:14.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic Farewell</title><summary type='text'>Got these few quizzes while I was next-blogging.. if you get what I mean.That person has a hell lot of quizzes, and this few were the shortest.Just couldn't resist doing it..Don't read it if you don't want to.I'm in such a rut, such a funk now.Thirteen random things you like:1) piercings2) music3) fireflies4) black roses5) hot guys.6) the computer7) accessories8) eyeliner9) french10) deathTwelve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112329123415466435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112329123415466435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/sarcastic-farewell.html' title='Sarcastic Farewell'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112316087264074176</id><published>2005-08-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:07:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasnost And Perestroika</title><summary type='text'>I'm dying from researching on the failure of communism in USSR and Eastern Europe.It's due tomorrow and I just refuse to switch windows to take a look at the page with info on glasnost and perestroika.Fine dining and etiquette course tomorrow.Cue some groans please.I have to wear a skirt, and heels, and I have never taken more than 5 steps in a pair of heels.And my partner for tomorrow is Cai Jun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112316087264074176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112316087264074176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/glasnost-and-perestroika.html' title='Glasnost And Perestroika'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112307398870911587</id><published>2005-08-03T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:59:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Clever Lines Unread On Paper Napkins</title><summary type='text'>I didn't do much today.In fact I did nothing.Except Chinese revision.Oh and eat a whole lot.Lots of bread for breakfast, tuna mayo for lunch, my mum bought me chicken pie and insisted that I eat it, and so I did.And I ate dinner as well.I'm gonna be so fucking fat!!!!But I promised myself that I'll be fasting the entire day tomorrow.I won't be at home the entire day tomorrow so it'll go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112307398870911587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112307398870911587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/thousand-clever-lines-unread-on-paper.html' title='A Thousand Clever Lines Unread On Paper Napkins'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112303125250828653</id><published>2005-08-03T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:07:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Five With A Bullet</title><summary type='text'>And how could I forget this...Happy 16th Birthday Kahming!:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112303125250828653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112303125250828653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/number-five-with-bullet.html' title='Number Five With A Bullet'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112303111908981656</id><published>2005-08-03T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:05:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe When I'm Done With Thinking</title><summary type='text'>I'm not in school yeeeeha.Probably gonna go for a jog at 9am for an hour or so, and then I'm gonna study study study the entire day.Need to get out to escape lunch.I ate too much for breakfast.I am too lazy to go out for a jog though.If only there was someone to go for a jog with me.I am not gonna swim much anymore cos it doesn't burn fat.I have lots of things that I want to talk about, lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112303111908981656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112303111908981656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/maybe-when-im-done-with-thinking.html' title='Maybe When I&apos;m Done With Thinking'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112289383377003658</id><published>2005-08-01T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:57:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ruins We Hold</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I'm sitting here trying not to freak out.4 hours ago I was sitting in class trying not to freak out as well.I haven't studied for Chemistry AND Physics, I tried to but none of the shit would go in, and I don't understand it at all, thanks to me not paying attention in chemistry lessons for 3 months.But then again, if I did pay attention, what difference would it have made?Fucking A is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112289383377003658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112289383377003658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/ruins-we-hold.html' title='The Ruins We Hold'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112279813537137553</id><published>2005-07-31T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:22:15.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Skin On Trial</title><summary type='text'>"Stop eating. You'll just get fat, and you'll just be wasting food cos in the end you'll be going into the toilet and puking all of it out. Why waste food, why waste money?"Yaddayaddadumbfuckshitcrap.Maybe if youre not me or you don't have a problem with food or your weight you won't think much of this statement.Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people?Youre supposed to be glad that I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112279813537137553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112279813537137553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-skin-on-trial.html' title='Dead Skin On Trial'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112272294263103166</id><published>2005-07-30T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:46:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Skies Turn Blue When They Do</title><summary type='text'>I am so supposed to be studying.But then again, I don't get the point of studying, and I dont understand what I'm gonna study later anyways.Physics, Electromagnetic induction, if you get what I mean.So I need to know Fleming's Right Hand Rule the next time I go to a concert, to tell them how those lights work...I was talking to Kahming on the phone just now.And that half hour was enough to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112272294263103166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112272294263103166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/gray-skies-turn-blue-when-they-do.html' title='Gray Skies Turn Blue When They Do'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112269941598935207</id><published>2005-07-30T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:56:55.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear That Sound</title><summary type='text'>"life is too short 2 spend the nites crying...but sumhow life isnt short enough."I really really like that line.I don't know what else to say.I hope someday I'll think that way too, until then I'm still stuck in a place where I'm depressed the whole goddamned time and have nothing else other than textbooks and self-pity.But I do feel better now.It's weird but I do feel better listening to people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269941598935207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269941598935207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/hear-that-sound.html' title='Hear That Sound'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112269197287465895</id><published>2005-07-30T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:52:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking</title><summary type='text'>Another turning point, a fork stuck in the roadTime grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to goSo make the best of this test, and don't ask whyIt's not a question, but a lesson learned in timeIt's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.So take the photographs, and still frames in your mindHang it on a shelf in good health and good timeTattoos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269197287465895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269197287465895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/choking.html' title='Choking'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112269170996691010</id><published>2005-07-30T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:48:29.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only Is An Overused Phrase</title><summary type='text'>But I'm overusing it again.If only music could take away all my pain this time.Little wonder why they say growing up is tough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269170996691010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269170996691010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-only-is-overused-phrase.html' title='If Only Is An Overused Phrase'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112269075681134750</id><published>2005-07-30T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:32:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanna Scream, How Could This Happen To Me?</title><summary type='text'>I loved that song last year, but I hate it now, and yet I can still relate and refer to the lyrics once in a blue moon and it's a blue moon today.I don't like Simple Plan now, but I can still relate to their lyrics.Proves how much of a hypocrite I am.But things just happen and they get out of control.I've been fighting and the blows just keep raining down on me.Speaking figuratively of course.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269075681134750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112269075681134750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-wanna-scream-how-could-this.html' title='I Just Wanna Scream, How Could This Happen To Me?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112260791734681806</id><published>2005-07-29T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T11:31:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fear I Have An Undiagnosed Mental Illness</title><summary type='text'>Loneliness is taking over me.I don't know who's responsible for it but I know it's me.I think I could just sink into depression anytime.For the past 2 weeks my mood and my life has been swinging, going up and down like a pendulum.When I feel like this I want to eat, but you know what's up with me.I might as well kill myself so that I dont have to think about this anymore.This isn't the place to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112260791734681806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112260791734681806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-fear-i-have-undiagnosed-mental.html' title='I Fear I Have An Undiagnosed Mental Illness'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112253914644600859</id><published>2005-07-28T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:25:46.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know That It's Not Right, Why Do I Feel This Way?</title><summary type='text'>First of all...HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO CLARISSA!!! Enjoy your birthday aye?I know sweet sixteen ain't exactly sweet, more like sour, but enjoy it!Love you! (:Actually Im now at her house using her computer and talking to her as Im typing this entry out.Im so lousy. Lol.We were being really amused by her radio soft toy present which is actually a radio.Hahaha.School today was well.. like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112253914644600859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112253914644600859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-know-that-its-not-right-why-do-i.html' title='I Know That It&apos;s Not Right, Why Do I Feel This Way?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112246513290030137</id><published>2005-07-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:00:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Here Crying Here, Alone There And Crying There</title><summary type='text'>I'm eating my dinner and my mum made fried chicken.Sigh.I ate a lot, and sad to say I'll need to purge again cos it's so oily.I hate myself and I hate having to deal with bulimia.I wish I could stop but I'm not taking any chances, I'm not gonna gain weight.Was supposed to do research on history communism shit, but I'm done with history.There's a history test tomorrow and I'm left with another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112246513290030137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112246513290030137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/sitting-here-crying-here-alone-there.html' title='Sitting Here Crying Here, Alone There And Crying There'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112237088125177380</id><published>2005-07-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:41:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT FAT FAT FATNESS</title><summary type='text'>A text message I received from Clarissa:"Holy shit. Our group shot with GC is in Lime! Omg!"OMFG YAY YAY YAY YAY FINALLY I GET TO SEE IT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112237088125177380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112237088125177380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/fat-fat-fat-fatness.html' title='FAT FAT FAT FATNESS'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112237071817607384</id><published>2005-07-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:44:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Burning Bridges</title><summary type='text'>Well.So my secret is out.A not-very-secretive secret in fact.Somehow, just somehow, my sister found out that I was purging again.And she told my mum.I'd expected my mum to tell me off but she didn't.She just asked me about it and I started crying.I don't know if the crying was due to my emotional or acting abilities.But now I'm allowed to eat less, or rather openly eat less.Just not allowed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112237071817607384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112237071817607384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/stop-burning-bridges.html' title='Stop Burning Bridges'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112227317781553305</id><published>2005-07-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:32:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh La La</title><summary type='text'>I said that I wouldn't be coming online until weekends.But I was standing in front of the computer and I couldnt resist switching it on.10 to 15 more minutes and I'm off, back to studying History.Oh yes speaking of history, I was studying China.Their translation of Chinese phrases and idioms are soooooooooooo literal.It's amusing, for once, to study China's history.I SERIOUSLY HATE TO STUDY SHIT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112227317781553305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112227317781553305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ooh-la-la.html' title='Ooh La La'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112222497383240205</id><published>2005-07-25T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:09:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Tell Me How To Live My Life</title><summary type='text'>Oh pictures.Those that I uploaded ytd : 230705And more recent ones: 23/240705</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112222497383240205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112222497383240205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-wont-tell-me-how-to-live-my-life.html' title='You Won&apos;t Tell Me How To Live My Life'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112222481516854635</id><published>2005-07-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:06:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The East Coast We Ride</title><summary type='text'>I was kinda stressed out today during tuition.I broke down halfway through during and walked out before anyone could see me cry.But in the end Mr Ho saw me crying. Sigh.I just received an SMS from Miss Yeo asking me what happened.But on a brighter note, I went to Ikea and Queensway to shop today.Yes, alone, but I'm so narcissistic that some me time alone is not enough.I bought a new navel stud </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112222481516854635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112222481516854635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-east-coast-we-ride.html' title='On The East Coast We Ride'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112217908165774146</id><published>2005-07-24T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:24:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream And Shout, Making Up And Making Out</title><summary type='text'>SCREAMS.SCREAMS.SCREAMS.SCREAMS.SCREAMS!!!!!I suddenly just remembered, and I swear, I swear, I swear I'm gonna kill Kenneth.Not Kenneth Lim or Kenneth Chan.Kenneth Yap, I am going to kill you!!!!You know what he did?Cindy and him were at J8 yesterday and they were somewhere near the toilets.And CuteStuff walked into that place.And Kenneth, just right in front of him, went, "Isn't that the guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112217908165774146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112217908165774146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/scream-and-shout-making-up-and-making.html' title='Scream And Shout, Making Up And Making Out'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112213887539121687</id><published>2005-07-24T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:14:35.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Your Punk Rock Princess If You'll Be My Garage Band King</title><summary type='text'>I only have some time left to blog.But today was awesome.We performed in the end even though last night we decided not to perform anymore.So in the end we performed the medley, Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, and Punk Rock Princess, the last 2 with Tainted Friday.I thought that Punk Rock Princess was awesome.We've never jammed that song together before, I thought that everyone ought to know that.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112213887539121687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112213887539121687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-be-your-punk-rock-princess-if.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Your Punk Rock Princess If You&apos;ll Be My Garage Band King'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112203175081203391</id><published>2005-07-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:00:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FUCK OFF AND DIE</title><summary type='text'>Just let me talk about things in logorrheic retrospect.Time passes way too quickly that I have to rely on pictures to remind me of what was real and fake.But I'll be throwing away things that don't mean a thing to me no more.But I'll do everything when I have plenty of time to do so when I'm not too lost or caught up in myself and not knowing myself.Because I am so sick of my family who try too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203175081203391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203175081203391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-fuck-off-and-die.html' title='JUST FUCK OFF AND DIE'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112203032545943039</id><published>2005-07-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:05:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want To Let Time Pass Me By</title><summary type='text'>Phffff.Sometimes it's really difficult to not believe in stuff like horoscopes.Especially for such a jackass like me.The Bottom LineIf you're unilateral, there may be conflict. But conflict's okay -- in small doses.In DetailYou've got a lot to do and very little time to get it done. Fortunately, if anyone can manage it, it's you, mostly because you're used to this type of thing -- the pressure, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203032545943039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203032545943039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-want-to-let-time-pass-me-by.html' title='Don&apos;t Want To Let Time Pass Me By'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112203011853574912</id><published>2005-07-22T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:01:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay Me Down, Emotion's Overrated Now</title><summary type='text'>I am home and I'm not allowed to go out to jam. __I was downloading the file that Olivier sent me.And the file appears to be corrupted. __Melancholy is taking over me.I was cleaning my guitar just now and something just struck me.Something that strikes everyone at one point of time or another.Time flies.Yeah so fucking cliched I know.But exactly one year ago, this very Friday, I was still reeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203011853574912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112203011853574912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/lay-me-down-emotions-overrated-now.html' title='Lay Me Down, Emotion&apos;s Overrated Now'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112193627163014990</id><published>2005-07-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:57:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Rock Princess</title><summary type='text'>I kinda think that the song title is kinda cliched, but whatever.We're gonna perform it with Atee's band's drummer I think?Kinda like a boring song to play.But at least it's easy.You know what I'm gonna buy a skirt for the etiquette course arhg rah bleargh rah gah.I'm not even sure if I'll wear it a second time cos it has to be FORMAL.I want JOSH MADDEN.But he's dating Kelly Osbourne.EEEEEW.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112193627163014990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112193627163014990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/punk-rock-princess.html' title='Punk Rock Princess'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112193461507229949</id><published>2005-07-21T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:30:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN Contact List Clear-Out</title><summary type='text'>If I deleted/ blocked/ deleted and blocked you, it doesn't necessarily mean that I hate you.I just don't see the point in seeing your name on my contact list when I don't talk to you/ I don't like you.If I didn't do any of the above to you, congrats I like you!Stoked.But right now if you see me on MSN don't don't don't talk to me.I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms and feeling antisocial.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112193461507229949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112193461507229949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/msn-contact-list-clear-out.html' title='MSN Contact List Clear-Out'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112176061951399453</id><published>2005-07-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:12:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH THAT YOU WOULD SHUT UP</title><summary type='text'>I wasted another day.I came home early from school with the intention to study.But I slept from 10am to 2pm.And I don't know what I did in the past 2 hours.Eat, get on the computer. And purge.What's new?Common test is just next week and I'm still wasting my life away.I'm not allowed to go out cos I'm supposed to be sick which was the reason I came home.But it's not like I'm feeling very well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112176061951399453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112176061951399453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wish-that-you-would-shut-up.html' title='I WISH THAT YOU WOULD SHUT UP'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112168348418130962</id><published>2005-07-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:44:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Do It By Myself</title><summary type='text'>Freckles still hasn't come online, and neither has he replied to my email.Right I still &lt;3 the picture of me with Benji.Stoked!!And for other reasons as well.I AM SO DYING FORM CAVITIES!He's so so so so sweet.Someone other than Benji Levi Madden.Olivier is so sweet that all my teeth are rotting.He sent me this entire compilation of songs by Joy Division, New Order and The Smiths.According to him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112168348418130962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112168348418130962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-do-it-by-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t Do It By Myself'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112159496688250613</id><published>2005-07-17T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:09:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging</title><summary type='text'>I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex. I never claimed to have wings on says:yeahaaaaaI'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex. I never claimed to have wings on says:who's that bwoii slept with someone in fall out boy and all i got was this stupid song written about me says:haha a rock stari slept with someone in fall out boy and all i got was this stupid song written about me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112159496688250613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112159496688250613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112156793135873856</id><published>2005-07-17T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T10:38:51.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loaded Gun Complex Cock It And Pull It</title><summary type='text'>I am falling sick.Cough, running nose, whatever.At least it serves as an excuse to not eat much.My nose is like Niagara Falls again. Leaky faucet.ARGHHHH.I submitted a random tab on ultimate-guitar.For Maroon 5's Must Get Out.But it's pretty much crap cos I didn't figure out the chorus.Fall Out Boy shall be my current favourite band and not GC.Haha.But if I were a guy, I'd be Billy Martin.I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112156793135873856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112156793135873856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/loaded-gun-complex-cock-it-and-pull-it.html' title='A Loaded Gun Complex Cock It And Pull It'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112152144326986782</id><published>2005-07-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T21:44:03.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Before The Storm</title><summary type='text'>Screams.I AM SO FUCKING FAT!I sent Freckles an email asking about the pictures, but I am not even sure if that person is Freckles.So if you could imagine the contents of the email is dumb.I am addicted to Fall Out Boy!Back to doing my shitload of crap homework.I bet $50 that I wouldn't be able to complete it.Trust me.But even if I manage to complete it I keep the $50 anyways.It's not like I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112152144326986782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112152144326986782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm Before The Storm'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112151561420416428</id><published>2005-07-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:06:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever So Sweet, You Made It Seem</title><summary type='text'>I am so effing full.I ate a lot today.Bacon and cheese bread and curry puff for breakfast, raspberry and lemon sorbet and prata hotdog (yum) for lunch, ate an ice cream when I came home, and for dinner I had duck porridge and just ate a whole damn lot of nuts.How unhealthy and fattening.And I wonder what I am doing to myself.And when I'll ever stop.I am not going to do it, I am trying not to.But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112151561420416428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112151561420416428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ever-so-sweet-you-made-it-seem.html' title='Ever So Sweet, You Made It Seem'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112143964373709242</id><published>2005-07-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:00:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever Is A General Word While Always Showing That She's Hurt</title><summary type='text'>Sigh. People hate me cos I met GC.Or rather, just one person.I shall not name names I guess.Those who know, you understand.I thought you were nice and we were at least friends.But that's too bad.I gotta go now, I shall update again tomorrow.To Charlotte : Hi mom!Hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112143964373709242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112143964373709242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/clever-is-general-word-while-always.html' title='Clever Is A General Word While Always Showing That She&apos;s Hurt'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112135602535463533</id><published>2005-07-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:47:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar We're Going Down</title><summary type='text'>Pictures are finally up.FINALLY!FINALLY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112135602535463533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112135602535463533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/sugar-were-going-down.html' title='Sugar We&apos;re Going Down'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112132535318305243</id><published>2005-07-14T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:19:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Broken You Can't Fix It</title><summary type='text'>I AM OVER THE MOON.THAT GUY HAS ADDED ME ON MSN!His name is er, Nim?I don't know.Sounds weird.But yes, I am so glad that he hasn't lost my email.Yeeeha.I am actually home to print some tabs and then I'm out again.Jamming.We're not playing Harder To Breathe anymore :'(I've developed a sore throat.Ate too much popcorn today, going in and out.But anyways our class managed to raise $4000.It was kinda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112132535318305243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112132535318305243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-broken-you-cant-fix-it.html' title='I&apos;m Broken You Can&apos;t Fix It'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112126815206266371</id><published>2005-07-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:22:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Threw Away My Reputation</title><summary type='text'>Doesn't anyone tab Hanson?I think we should do an acoustic set for their songs.Hate Every Beautiful Day is easy.I get confused by looking at Maroon 5's Sunday Morning.So I haven't bothered to break it down yet.Let alone improvise.But whatever.I so want pictures that I've become such an irritating asshole.Innit, Amanda?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112126815206266371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112126815206266371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-threw-away-my-reputation.html' title='I Threw Away My Reputation'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112126737518131816</id><published>2005-07-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:09:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT IF I'M A MEANIE?</title><summary type='text'>Hahaha.Jun Ming says that I'm a meanie cos I pulled a girl's hair.I bet if it was a guy and JM was me, he'd probably have done something worse.Armor For Sleep is nice.Thanks Terkey.And the pictures have to wait till tomorrow :'(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112126737518131816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112126737518131816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-what-if-im-meanie.html' title='SO WHAT IF I&apos;M A MEANIE?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112125775583097207</id><published>2005-07-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:29:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OW OW OW OW OW</title><summary type='text'>That was what I've been saying the entire day.My muscles are aching.It's excruciating to shower, to dress and undress, to write, and even type.I can't lift my arms up.So this morning when I was attempting to do my hair I got the shock of my life.IT HURTS.But anyway YES I got to meet GC yesterday.And yes you guessed it my muscles are aching cos of the concert.Benji and Joel are the biggest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112125775583097207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112125775583097207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.html' title='OW OW OW OW OW'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112108589993905831</id><published>2005-07-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:45:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><summary type='text'>HI. I don't know where to start.SO WHERE DO I START?RIGHT.In short, I went, I sang, I conquered, and I am meeting Billy Martin tomorrow.YES I'M MEETING GOOD CHARLOTTE TOMORROW.If you want the full account here goes.Clarissa and I went for the thing to win GC concert tickets and meet n greet passes.Yeah of course we bought tickets to the concert.But Clarissa wants to meet the band.I wanna meet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112108589993905831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112108589993905831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112092235997883919</id><published>2005-07-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:19:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are effed up.</title><summary type='text'>CLICK CLICK CLICKBye I'm feeling really fucked now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112092235997883919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112092235997883919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/families-are-effed-up.html' title='Families are effed up.'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112092137690177313</id><published>2005-07-09T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:02:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Have Been You</title><summary type='text'>"Only God can judge me, so I'm gone, either love me, or leave me alone."You know what?The truth is that I'm stuck in between and torn apart by not knowing which option to choose, and always alternating between these two actions.Something's gotta change againI'm losing, my inspirations goneSeeing through some different eyesI can't find, my medications failed, again againI can feel a changeI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112092137690177313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112092137690177313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-must-have-been-you.html' title='It Must Have Been You'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112091813720399597</id><published>2005-07-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:10:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE EVERY BEAUTIFUL DAY</title><summary type='text'>I wonder why I am always feeling so emotional whenever I see your name pop out on my contact list.I wonder why I am always looking out for your name on the contact list.I wonder why I am always thinking about you when you mean nothing to me at all.I wonder why I am thinking that I like you when I don't know you.I wonder why I am thinking that I know you like me when you don't even know me.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112091813720399597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112091813720399597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-every-beautiful-day.html' title='I HATE EVERY BEAUTIFUL DAY'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112089242096373629</id><published>2005-07-09T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:00:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomed To Oblivion</title><summary type='text'>I keep thinking that I ate too much.Okay I went out for a few hours with Clarissa just now.Ate a slice of cheese cake and bread and hot dog and cheese before I went out.Then at J8 I ate yam cake.And then when I came home I ate cheese cake again.And then drank anchovies soup.Bleargh.Should have missed out on the yam cake.Clarissa says I'm getting skinnier.But when I look in the mirror my tummy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112089242096373629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112089242096373629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/doomed-to-oblivion.html' title='Doomed To Oblivion'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112087793236821204</id><published>2005-07-09T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:58:52.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening To The Same Song Over And Over Again Without Realising It</title><summary type='text'>Oh and my mum rocks.She fixed my torn fox pants for me.It's still a visible, erm, scar on my pants.But at least there's no hole.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112087793236821204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112087793236821204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/listening-to-same-song-over-and-over.html' title='Listening To The Same Song Over And Over Again Without Realising It'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112087772267693614</id><published>2005-07-09T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:55:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youre Wasting Time Now</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna meet Clarissa at 1130 at J8.Just to while away.Or whatever you call that.I'm just gonna waste time instead of doing the shitloads of homework that has piled up over a week.And weell.I just happened to come across the actual pronunciation of Olivier.O-lee-VYAY.Shucks don't make me think about him again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112087772267693614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112087772267693614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/youre-wasting-time-now.html' title='Youre Wasting Time Now'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112082264146912364</id><published>2005-07-08T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:37:21.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU KNOW WHAT?THE INTERNET HAS COME TO BE SUCH A BORING PLACE THAT HALF AN HOUR INTO SITTING IN FRONT OF THE COMP, I START GETTING ZONKED.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112082264146912364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112082264146912364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-know-what-internet-has-come-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112082220414409843</id><published>2005-07-08T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:30:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash</title><summary type='text'>Things I did today:-Woke up late for school.-Ate a whole fucking lot.-Wrote a paragraph of a literature test taken against my will.-Fucked my oral exams up.I'm not having dinner.I ate cheese cake for breakfast, chocolate cake during recess (even though it was a few nibbles), then mixed rice for lunch (I ate too quickly), and then during detention I pigged out on chips.Mr Sim said I lost weight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112082220414409843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112082220414409843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/sending-postcards-from-plane-crash.html' title='Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112074090401951505</id><published>2005-07-07T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:55:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking And Screaming</title><summary type='text'>I am eating again.Yeah and my weight has gone to 119lbs and soon it'll be 120lbs.Which is 55kg.I just realised that the problem with my body is my fucking tummy.When I bend down my spine is visible and you may even be able to count my veterbraes (spelling?).You can see some of my ribs.Maybe I should get liposuction when I'm older.I ate a small chocolate brownie that Daphne made in school.And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112074090401951505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112074090401951505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/kicking-and-screaming.html' title='Kicking And Screaming'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112064874148895432</id><published>2005-07-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:20:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead On Arrival</title><summary type='text'>Oh no. There's a forest fire in France.I hope it didn't affect where Olivier is.And I hope that Paris get to host the 2012 Olympics!I don't mind London really, but Paris would be better.I am definitely going there in 2012 if the Olympics are gonna be hosted in Paris.I might go to London too.Hahaha.I'm addicted to Fall Out Boy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112064874148895432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112064874148895432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/dead-on-arrival.html' title='Dead On Arrival'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112064860621493533</id><published>2005-07-06T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:16:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Nothing To Lose...  Except My Fats And Weight</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I think that this is really ridiculous.ClickFirst of all, Paris Hilton isn't skinny.She has a tummy.And I like Mary-Kate's body.But anyway I am eating again.Gave in to myself this morning during recess and ate 3/4 of a muffin.Then came clean with my eating habits.Or lack of them.But whatever.After school I brought naan from Breadtalk.Delicious.Curry and potato and all.Fattening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112064860621493533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112064860621493533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-nothing-to-lose-except-my-fats.html' title='There&apos;s Nothing To Lose...  Except My Fats And Weight'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112056509044915772</id><published>2005-07-05T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:04:50.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room's Too Cold</title><summary type='text'>"Cesario, by the roses of the spring,By maidhood, honour, truth and eveything,I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride,Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.""By innocence I swear, and by my youth,I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth.And that no woman has, nor never noneShall be mistress of it, save I alone.""Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words,and words are grown so false, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112056509044915772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112056509044915772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/rooms-too-cold.html' title='The Room&apos;s Too Cold'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112055306379589047</id><published>2005-07-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:44:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass Long Survey I Did Cos I Am So In Love With Myself</title><summary type='text'>Name: SihongBirthday: November 21, 1989Birthplace: SingaporeCurrent Location: STILL SINGAPORE.Eye Color: BlackHair Color: BlackHeight: 5'3 or 5'4?Right Handed or Left Handed: Leftie!Your Heritage: What, Singaporean Chinese?The Shoes You Wore Today: White new school shoes that hurt my feet. Fucked up as usual.Your Weakness: Money. Food. CDs.Your Fears: Being lonely, unhappy, fat, and what have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112055306379589047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112055306379589047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumbass-long-survey-i-did-cos-i-am-so.html' title='Dumbass Long Survey I Did Cos I Am So In Love With Myself'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112055161672617683</id><published>2005-07-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:20:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY FUCKING HAIR NOW :'(</title><summary type='text'>Just the back of it.It was longer.Now it's short and refusing to grow back.Okay whatever.I am so effing bored.Haven't eaten in approx 18 hours.I ate last night but it was just some anchovies soup and tofu.Basically low calorie.I GUESS.Hopefully.I still am craving for Lay's Sour Cream and Onion chips.And Ruffles' too.And Ruffles' Cheddar and Sour Cream chips.And Ruffles' Salt and Vinegar.Some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112055161672617683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112055161672617683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-my-fucking-hair-now.html' title='I MISS MY FUCKING HAIR NOW :&apos;('/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112047920954344523</id><published>2005-07-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:13:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|+_)(*&amp;^%$#@!</title><summary type='text'>I finally got the pics from Bella's cam taken in Kuantan.But my mum is barking non-stop.So I shall post them up, say, this weekend.Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112047920954344523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112047920954344523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='|+_)(*&amp;^%$#@!'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112047611856387946</id><published>2005-07-04T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:21:58.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever So Sweet</title><summary type='text'>Carey Hart's getting married to Pink.For girls who love hot guys on hot fast motorbikes, cry!Everyone's either getting married or is married.Click here!And I AM SO SLOW BUT OMG SLIPKNOT IS COMING TO SINGAPORE as part of their "The Subliminal Verses" World Tour 2005.Tickets were already on sale since 17 June.I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go.I have to admit that I don't have any of their albums.But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112047611856387946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112047611856387946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ever-so-sweet.html' title='Ever So Sweet'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112044675400965667</id><published>2005-07-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:12:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't You Just Go Somewhere On Vacation?</title><summary type='text'>Today spells the start of my fast.But I already ate something.Not exactly eat but yeah.Another kinda dried cuttle fish I bought from Kuantan again.I only put it in my mouth, chewed and spat it out.But I swallowed a lot of it cos there was sugar.But anyway I didn't gain any weight from yesterday's food.I'm determined not to eat.I know I will feel dead.Sigh.But yes, I realised that I have lost a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112044675400965667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112044675400965667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-you-just-go-somewhere-on-vacation.html' title='Can&apos;t You Just Go Somewhere On Vacation?'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112038830478877665</id><published>2005-07-03T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:58:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got A Good Thing Going On</title><summary type='text'>One last post before I go out for dinner.I forgot what I wanted to say though.ARGH.Oh and I heard that The Distillers disbanded.Pity.And dumb Terkey said that theyre Fractional Distillers now.DUMBASS!I was thinking that I really should eat next Tuesday.Since I don't want to faint and all.I was so close to fainting just now.Hmmm so there's no school tomorrow.Still tuition anyway.I suck at relative</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112038830478877665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112038830478877665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/weve-got-good-thing-going-on.html' title='We&apos;ve Got A Good Thing Going On'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6036422.post-112038698268934098</id><published>2005-07-03T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:36:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Stretch Of Road Is An Uphill Climb, Then It's All Downhill From There</title><summary type='text'>I've thought of the awesomest plan ever.Not exactly but you know I love to exaggerate.I'm gonna fast during weekdays.And on Saturdays if I'm home and forced to eat I'll just take a bite of everything.And on Sundays, I EAT.Just in smaller portions.No super oily or deep fried food I guess.Fast food would be once a month or less.I weight 54kg now.I ate a lot just now.So I expect my weight to go back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112038698268934098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6036422/posts/default/112038698268934098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillsbury-doughgirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/every-stretch-of-road-is-uphill-climb.html' title='Every Stretch Of Road Is An Uphill Climb, Then It&apos;s All Downhill From There'/><author><name>Sihong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13267795476551174754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
