<?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-15043312</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:45:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Toilet</title><subtitle type='html'>We blow up male toilets!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02697052148643395838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-352366702886512311</id><published>2010-02-17T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:38:19.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and almost one yr later, you finally get a reply! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we should try to resurrect this blog of sorts. like a private sharing portal or something where you bitch about life, work, men or... the lack thereof! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am in switzerland right now over CNY, and man, the feeling sucks. being away from home is one thing, and being stuck in a cold, grey, and boring city is another. really cant imagine living here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to returning to sunny singapore, and meanwhile, happy new year and gung hei fatt choy to you all and your families :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-352366702886512311?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/352366702886512311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=352366702886512311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/352366702886512311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/352366702886512311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-almost-one-yr-later-you-finally-get.html' title=''/><author><name>The Swinging Single</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-6895622178643825983</id><published>2009-03-26T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:22:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It certainly brought back many memories reading the old entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for certain: Things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that you babes will receive some prompting messages to say this post is up right? Shall we keep this blog running? I know it is asking the sun to rise in the east. But, I'm still giving it a shot! Hahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, this entry is to show HOW BORED I am at work -_- Absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to do and I'm watching Naruto Shippuden....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-6895622178643825983?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/6895622178643825983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=6895622178643825983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/6895622178643825983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/6895622178643825983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-certainly-brought-back-many-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>|aysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036322545155185634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-115859253007386077</id><published>2006-09-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T23:15:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexuality</title><content type='html'>exhibition@museet in Gothenburg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a156/icynomeltea/blogs/controversy2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a156/icynomeltea/blogs/controversy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-115859253007386077?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/115859253007386077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=115859253007386077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/115859253007386077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/115859253007386077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2006/09/homosexuality.html' title='Homosexuality'/><author><name>|aysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036322545155185634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a156/icynomeltea/blogs/th_controversy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-114156082611442912</id><published>2006-03-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:13:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it still is</title><content type='html'>Negativity is a dangerous thing, so dont indulge in it laysh! there are times too, when i felt like i was lagging out of the group - i stay farrrr from the west, i dun study in ntu, i dun read/watch the comics/animes you guys exchange... there are so many things you guys talk abt i cant even relate to. but everytime these kinda thoughts cross my mind, i gotta remind myself that if i start believing in it, then we'll really drift apart. it has been close to like 7 yrs now? but we're still keeping in contact, obviously there is still smthng special in this friendship. and i still refer to you guys as my jie-meis when i tell others about us. personally, i do not think that the best of friends have to talk or meet up with each other every so often, but just to be around, to be in the know and to be there when needed. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but having said that, i miss ya guys too. we shld meet up sometime soon. how abt the summer hols? lol. oh yea, i'm gonna be semi vegetarian for the 40 days of lent (semi only because the church still allows seafood, haa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-114156082611442912?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/114156082611442912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=114156082611442912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/114156082611442912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/114156082611442912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-it-still-is.html' title='Yes it still is'/><author><name>The Swinging Single</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-114130315699968362</id><published>2006-03-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:43:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this preee-ty blog still existing?</title><content type='html'>So nostalgic to view back this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back how the blog originated, how we felt when we first wrote our entries, how close we were. I'm not being negative about anything. Just feeling quite bad over the previous entry. After all, who is to be blamed when someone left the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dawn stated:"Memories, regrets, and even friends, are just some of the things which have quietly slipped out of our lives while we weren't noticing." True enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are piling before us, school and social life. Education is part of social. Oh well. What becomes the common topic for meet-ups? School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-paced society is driving everyone of us so busy, feeling that 24h is just too short. Why didn't the Earth use 48h to rotate on its axis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I'm good at being irrelevant. Bottomline is... I miss you girls. Must try to meet up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Only today that I learnt what does SPG stand for. Ignorant is a Bliss. Hehheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-114130315699968362?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/114130315699968362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=114130315699968362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/114130315699968362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/114130315699968362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-preee-ty-blog-still-existing.html' title='is this preee-ty blog still existing?'/><author><name>|aysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036322545155185634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-113216336433639958</id><published>2005-11-17T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:49:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna talk about BAD people</title><content type='html'>somebody i saw today outside my exam hall prompt me to write an entry, well at least am trying hard to contribute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMmm.. F.R.I.E.N.D.S ... from the well-known "six-good-friends" to four and now, to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, been telling some friends about this pathetic shrinking syndrome of the circle and they just commented: "it's like that". like what the hell. at least let us know the exact reasons of shunning away and not just 'disappearing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the oyster few days in the row in the library.came as a shock to me that i am that &lt;em&gt;suay &lt;/em&gt;to bump into such person.once, she sat very near me lorh. kinda disgusted at first that we sat so near...then realise,I don't have ANY feelings towards her. not a slight feeling. its as though I'd never knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon,the latest person who left the group came into my sight. piangz. was the 1st word that came into my mind. again, I pretended that I didn't see her. it was real weird. afterall, I knew her since i was 5. initially, I thought I would be affected when she 'left' us. And now, I glad that I ignored her existence today. Her 21st birthday's coming. What's gonna happen? heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sleepy now. I shall ponder about somebody's birthday now. ponder hard. must make sure she's well-entertained :) hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-113216336433639958?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/113216336433639958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=113216336433639958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/113216336433639958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/113216336433639958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-wanna-talk-about-bad-people.html' title='just wanna talk about BAD people'/><author><name>|aysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036322545155185634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-112628046776732531</id><published>2005-09-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:41:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation Part I</title><content type='html'>Humorous or humiliating recollections? Good question, tangy. I'd say whichever we've got more of, and that is - humiliating ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me start first, so that i dun have to wreck my brains later. brain cells are a rare commodity i hardly have enough to spare these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A timeless classic: the story of 6 spastic frens taking part in chinese skit competition when.... THEIR CHINESE SUX. wth, all because two of them were the chinese reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our defence, we did have an acceptable script. But the saddest thing was, we lacked the acting to pull it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, regardless how many times we practiced in class or after sch at ying's place. regardless the fact that we brought out her stuffed toys to be our audience so that we dont feel weird on stage. regardless the fact that we practiced with sound effects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything just went so wrong on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lemme recap the script, in case some of us have chosen to forget it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this spoilt girl - Qian Duo Duo (wad was her english name again? played by juan), who had two close friends who were only interested in her money (that was played by laysh and i, we drew lots rite?). on the goodside, we have this other poor girl (damn it! we ALL forgot the name! played by pearl) and her two good friends (by ying and angela).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so... laysh and i were like minions selling our souls to the devil. we were throwing money into the faces of ying and angela and oh boy, didnt that feel good. HAHAHA. and when the poor girl and spoilt girl ran into each other while shopping, they started to fight... over some clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we tried to be smart and added sound effects. tacotta and fugue in d minor, i think. wad was spastic was the fact that laysh and i were supposed to cheer qian duoduo on while she fought and on the other hand, ying and angela had to cheer 'bu yao da le... bu yao da le..'. it wasnt all that bad initially, until we realised the music wouldnt stop playing and so the two of them had to keep on fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pathetic because they were both runing out of moves and pearl shot us this 'why isnt the music stopping?' kind of look. all these while laysh and i were faithfully cheering, although that consisted of listless hand movements. but when i saw that look on pearl's face, that was it man. i couldnt tahan anymore and i just burst out laughing on stage. it was so bad i had to squat down to laugh for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andden dunno y everyone started laughing also so yah.... it ended really really horribly. premature death, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have sworn that all of us just died of embarassment then and there. the other groups were so serious, they all acted well and there we were... like jokers clowning around. worst of all, it wasnt funny to anyone else except ourselves. i think we walked around with our heads bowed for the next two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, you girls are great, but you're also the last people i'd ever wanna work with for a stage production ever again! HAHAA.. not that we should ever get ourselves involved in one again. anyhow, it was a fun experience! i still think sec 2 life wouldnt have been so enjoyable without these stupid moments! cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-112628046776732531?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/112628046776732531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=112628046776732531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112628046776732531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112628046776732531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/09/humiliation-part-i.html' title='Humiliation Part I'/><author><name>The Swinging Single</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-112490850192621363</id><published>2005-08-25T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:35:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, this is kicking off.</title><content type='html'>I shall attempt this in a different way - by chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common knowledge by now, ying and i have known each other for a decade! (eeee yikes, we're getting old liaos) like she said, we hardly talked during pri 4. i was vaguely aware of her existence. she wasnt in my clique, and i was probably too engrossed in books. i do recall however, greeting her a few times when i see her around the school. but. she. never. replies. she just saunders past you, as if you were completely invisible and leaves you feeling like an idiot. my first impression of her was thus... hmmm... i thought she had an attitude prob. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by pri 5, we've "clicked" together, along with sheena. in the mornings, ying is still as grouchy as ever. hence sheena and i coined the term, "morning illness" to be used to describe her. but of course, the grouchiness sometime extends well beyond noon. ying was incredibly quiet with others, some people asked me if she even speaks at all. but little do they know when she gets agitated, she can slap you real hard on the arm. when we reshuffled seats in pri 5, our form teacher then put us in groups of 4. and of course, we were grouped together. ms ng told me that being ying's gd fren, i should help her integrate with the rest of group. i was thinking 'yeah rite'. fortunately for us, the two other guys - ljm and bx, were exceedingly humourous, and they cracked us up all the time. we were seated in a T-shaped formation, and i recall always having 'leg fights' with ying. sometimes, they were too obvious, and we get scolded by teachers during lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our clique in general was nice. there was a 4th member, who was drifting in and out most of the time. nonetheless, i liked our clique because we were pretty much anti-social to the rest of the class. this is not a bad thing in my opinion. you see, the guys were too engrossed in soccer to be bothered with anything else, and the other girls were... er... plain childish. yes, even at that point in time, i felt my peers were childish. they disliked us for reasons mentioned by ying, but then again, we didnt care enough to actually bother. i like that attitude man! we went round doing our own silly stuffs like playing hopscotch, zeropoint, running around the sch in search of... unusual sightings den get freaked out by it, tell ghost stories, hanging out at tiong bahru plaza, ying's or my place. (oddly, we've never been to sheena's place before, have we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how ying was always seated infront or behind me during exams. once i was rocking my chair and leaning the entire weight on her desk. then ying just pulled her table away, causing me to crash onto the floor. as if that wasn't humiliating enough, i was 'stuck' between the two front legs of her desk, unable to get out. my form teacher had to come over to help me up. THANKS A LOT AH YING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards pri 6, we were usually seated near the windows for exams. and we used to have 'window fights' too. and we'd keep sliding the window panels back and forth. after psle, we helped out with the backstage for the school's production. we were sewing all sorts of silly and odd-shaped promps, sequins onto ugly costumes, and making stupid magical trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out came the results and lo and behold, we were both going to scgs! but i was kinda dreading it. cuz i honestly hated the school for the first 8 mths? i hated my class, my teachers, my subjects... i think i felt quite depressed during that period. i was drifting between cliques. so obviously, results detoriated and voila! all of us were sent to the lousiest class for higher chinese students in sec 2! some glam shit huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ying had her other 3 frens, which included shan of course. shan unfortunately, being too soft-spoken, didnt leave much of a HUGE impression on me. ironic she is complaining ying to be thin, when i dun see any diff b/w the both of them. i learnt tt shan was a vegetarian who eat eggs! i was like -_-"... hahaha. she struck me as someone gd in IT then, cuz i'd used to do all stupid things during computer lessons except listening to the teacher and thus always buggered shan to help me get to the right screen. that perception of her has totally changed now, and i believe she's more of an IT idiot than both ying and i are. oh! i also remember shan being the maths genius amongst us. her maths den was very zai one ok! eh shan, what happened to u?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup, den we all went different classes after sec 2, and subsequently different jcs. seldom met up with them, although every once in a while will meet up with ying to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den before i knew it, shan was attached! we saw her bf, well, not much of a hunk but extremely nice to her wor! u see, i believe niceness and gd looks are almost mutually exclusive(for guys). so it's kinda a gd thing, and i guess we were happi for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently we worked on the flower biz together. which was a great experience, cuz i've never known them to be serious workers, but the biz proves that they were. the useless homepage is still floating around on the web... but yeah! cheers to the moaning sisters! and shan, though not part of the moaning sisters cuz she was working at dfs half the time, was around for most of her bf's extremely lame ice gotcha jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully after some remodelling and restructuring, we'll be able to pull another fast one off like this. i am a bit apprehensive abt the success really, but we'll have to see how things goes. i wonder if we even have time for that. hmmz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up!! everyone's to post humorous recollections!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-112490850192621363?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/112490850192621363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=112490850192621363' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112490850192621363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112490850192621363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-this-is-kicking-off.html' title='Finally, this is kicking off.'/><author><name>The Swinging Single</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-112489691815628912</id><published>2005-08-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:57:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st impressions do last...</title><content type='html'>It's strange how laysh is the first one to post a real post when she's hardly online... now, I'm following her lead. I'll start with Dawn since I knew her first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god... I can't remember how we became friends. Tch. How?! I'll just talk about what I remember, and Dawn can fill in the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a prefect, had long hair tied in ponytail, and wore quite thick specs. We met in pri 5... no... wrong. More specifically, we were in the same class in pri 4 but we only talked in pri 5. I belonged to an entirely different clique in pri 4 - the larger more popular one - yes it's kinda unbelievable, but believe it. I only became truly introverted in pri 5. pri 1 to 4 i was outgoing. i was always with the popular bimbotic grp (k la, u don't really call others bimbos in pri sch. Lol~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm digressing. Back to Dawn. Pri 4... she sat front row. I think I thought she was weird and... just weird. She looked really nerdy and studious (me too la). Then um, this once, me and my grp were laughing and spreading rumours how her guy partner beside her accidentally kissed her when they both bent down to pick something from the floor. Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pri 5 we somehow became gd frenz and well, I started to learn how crazy she was. And how kinda similar in some areas we were, i think. How she just ignores her prefect duties - at tt time, it was nice cos at least me, her, and sheena could pass recess together and besides, nice to hv a prefect (no matter how slack and etc) on ur side. And we would do the silliest of things like exploring the creepy school and run out of the new block screaming and sometimes go to her house to battle it out on playstation. (I really loved the playstation part ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pt is... we did many silly stuff and got into trouble together etc etc etc. Ppl kinda linked us together: evidence of this pt: most who didn't like me said it was because they didn't like her and vice versa. c-r-a-z-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am happy how we "met again" in sec 2 (if not we would never have kept in contact till now right?) and ish still frenz with her. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laysh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... ok, I have to admit this: How do I choose my partners in class. Ans, by looks.&lt;br /&gt;So I was glad tt when I first entered sec sch (we met in sec 1), she was made to queue beside me cos well, i thought she's pretty. Thing is... I didn't dislike &lt;em&gt;ah-lians&lt;/em&gt; tt much as I do now, so... u get what i mean? But she ain't tt &lt;em&gt;lian &lt;/em&gt;now. Good thing. But her way of walking, talking, and the things she says never fail to make me laugh. Plus... all the "huh?"s she shoot the teacher in class. Not to mention that the teacher damn scary one. But scary teachers all love small, furry, blur and silly animals like the one known as "laysh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was kinda pissed when we had a choice to change seats in class and she made me move from 2nd to the 1st row. Grrr... So laysh, *smiling in a devilish sweet way* do you regret doing tt now? you had wanted juan to sit with you right? but she refused to move from her 3rd row to the 2nd. And you had to sit with pearl. *snickers* it's all your goddamn fault!! Lalala~ and who's the taller one now? Lalalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 we also didn't sit together. Why harh? Why? It's so weird now that I look back on our sec life. But at least we shared a room on the Malacca trip. And of course, you had to ruined it all by embarrassing me in class when you read out the "tribute to your roommate" exercise. Grrr...!!! now tt I recall such things, I feel like strangling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on and on we go... growing closer and closer. I do think about why I'm so close to you. Reason that I came up with? You're so... how to put it... bad way: easy to bully, good way: so receiving. As in, I can do lotsa crazy things, say lotsa crappy things, you'll still be there to receive it. That's why I love ranting to you - sch, frenz, anime, stupid stuff etc. Not that I don't say such stuff to the rest la, I do meet dawn at coffee bean on quite a regular basis during jc times back then, but you were the easiest to ramble on and on to. I don't even care if you can't be bothered cos you don't really show that you can't be bothered. Lol~ can't do that with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yay. I think I've written enough. Ah... tired liao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-112489691815628912?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/112489691815628912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=112489691815628912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112489691815628912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112489691815628912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-impressions-do-last.html' title='1st impressions do last...'/><author><name>tangerine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06174593872410517862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MWp-qhTu00s/SJ2tFnL9_zI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PNp76XUKrww/s1600-R/usagi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-112486688256603369</id><published>2005-08-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:34:28.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Of Tangy (in sec1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can never miss out two of her distinct traits - skinny &amp; very quiet. Till date, she's still ever so slim - high metabolism, she says. Quiet is a subjective word. She's very quiet with new people, if its possible, she'll not open her mouth to speak! Her expressionless face frightened me with I just knew her, showing not much of her emotions. Most of the time in class, she would treat me like a wall. Her replies were always clear and short, no nonsense kind. But when we did projects or jalan jalan outside, her replies can formulate speech! Ok, I've exaggerated. But seriously, till now, she looks antisocial because her smile is always short and she's hardly excited to meeting new faces. After all these years, I do think that she's changed much more cheerful and livlier, maybe because she has weird friends like dawn and me! Dawn, I must drag you in because you ARE weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of Dawn (in sec2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant, "Dao", cool are some words to describe her appearance. It could be due to her unsmiley, ungentle, and "cant-be-bothered" face. I was actually quite perturbed that I had to socialise with her, on the basis that she's good friend of tangy since primary school. I never regret being in the same clique as her. After befriending her, I never sense any hostility or ungentleness. She's not as serious and stern as she looks, but yarh, her cant-be-bothered look still wears on her face. She used to be so so so boyish in sec 2 - muscular (ncc), short-haired, thick-framed specs. She's changed so so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge a book by its cover - &lt;em&gt;am still a sucker for nice-looking book covers. Never buy book that is uninterestingly packaged.&lt;/em&gt;  For this two friends, I daresay, 1st impression never equal to the true person. The impression that we give to new people is usually a facade to make ourselves look much stronger or independent. Only when you put in effort to know the person, can you actually foster a new concept of the person, and even, a new relationship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-112486688256603369?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/112486688256603369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=112486688256603369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112486688256603369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112486688256603369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-1st-impression.html' title='My 1st Impression'/><author><name>|aysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03036322545155185634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15043312.post-112464058311651790</id><published>2005-08-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:09:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Female Toilet</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the female toilet. This blog was created by a group of close girlfriends, who saw their group shrank rather pathetically over the years from 6 to most recently, 3. An unfortunate incident prompted the girls to create this blog as an anecdote to document the ups and downs of their friendship. Do not be mistaken, for they are unlike in the most extreme of ways. Yet beneath those differences lie the foundation of a rock soild friendship that has withstand the many years of studying in different institutions and faculties. Undeniably, they share some common traits as well. Most obvious would be their love for mahjong, which they find themselves indulging in on an argubly regular basis. Plans have been made for the future as well; they hope to be able to travel together to japan, taiwan and perhaps even korea (finances permitting, that is) upon graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15043312-112464058311651790?l=femaletoilet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/feeds/112464058311651790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15043312&amp;postID=112464058311651790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112464058311651790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15043312/posts/default/112464058311651790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://femaletoilet.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-to-female-toilet.html' title='Welcome to the Female Toilet'/><author><name>The Swinging Single</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
