<?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-6385907</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:19:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>                       tAkE-mE-bY-tHe-hAnD-oFF-2-wHeRe-i-dReAm-2-bE-tHe-miRRoR</title><subtitle type='html'>once a bimbo, always a bimbo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-108081513848639729</id><published>2004-03-31T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T02:32:02.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rayner came up to me during recess today and he said "boo" I got such a shock that I shriek so loudly till everyone turned their heads. I suppose everyone wanted to check out my dazzling beauty and admire my perfectly silky hair. Sigh, it is sure tough being pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from Joshua for a rather long period of time. He said he wanted to take me to Switzerland but still haven't done so. I'm getting rather anxious not hearing any news about him for the past month. Maybe he's still busy fighting the battle over at Jericho. Ah, I can imagine him is his singlet and boxers fighting the battle, holding a shield in a hand and a sword in the other. So charming! [drools]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming. This means that I'll have lesser time to tend to my hair, so I'll have to make up for it after the exams. I can't decide what subjects to study when I graduate, should it be the study of hair texture or the research on types of shampoo. I just can't make up my mind. nevermind, I'll ask Joshua for some advice when he returns from his battle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-108081513848639729?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/108081513848639729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/108081513848639729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108081513848639729' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-108078336019074844</id><published>2004-03-30T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T02:31:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for such a long time. it was all because i couldn't switch on my computer, but just yesterday, i realised the plug was not in the socket all this while. Oh well, i guess it doesn't matter much to me as i could spend more time combing my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the doctor have confirmed that i'm pregnant with gigaplets. So joanne wasn't wrong that time when she said i was pregnant. I'm so excited and i can't wait for the arrival of my gigaplets. Rayner tells me that my cervix will open up to 50m since i'll be giving birth to 1000 babies. I plan to name them by numbers, the first baby who comes out will be named no. 1 and so on. But i will probably get all of them confused and just call them bimbo's decendants. hehehe, i'm just so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i forgot to add. My friends keep calling me a rubber ducky and always go:" xinni i squeeze you, you laugh ok?" Actually up till now, i still can't understand why they say that, perhaps they think i'm cute and look like a rubber ducky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get off now, my gigaplets are kicking and my hair needs combing desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-108078336019074844?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/108078336019074844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/108078336019074844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108078336019074844' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107815157118531187</id><published>2004-03-01T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T06:35:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a half day in school today for the good o'level results, so we left school early and sadly i had to forfeit my regular toilet visits to tie my precious hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it was hulu's birthday today,30th feb, so went out with my choir friends for a movie to celebrate her birthday. We watched this movie called 'Honey', which i thought was all about the bees and them manufacturing honey. But surprisingly, i saw many people in the movie. I guess they must have been the owners of the bees. Seriously till now i still do not get the point of the movie, i guessed i was more concerned about counting the no. of hairs i dropped and thinking of my dear joshua who is still fighting the battle over in Jericho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back tot he interchange, these black things kept swinging past my eyes. I couldn't decide whether there was bats flying about in bright day light or that my eyes had the blurred images of joshua flashing on and on. It really makes me worried, and when this happens, more of my hair drops. So depressing, i really must use more wasby hair wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better leave and continue my web search on hair care. See ya!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107815157118531187?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107815157118531187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107815157118531187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815157118531187' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107788046574975630</id><published>2004-02-27T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T03:19:39.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got back my o' level chinese results today. I glance at the paper and saw a 3 and i thought to myself, thats it i got a b3. I pulled my hair out of the nice pony tail and starting sobbing. Suddenly hulu came tapping on my shoulder, asking me why i was crying and that i got a A1. Actually the 3 that i saw was part of the date of the examination. I got my hair messy for nothing. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also weird. Joanne, rayner and joseph kept asking me whether i needed help to do things. Knowing something was up their hair, i didn't want to agree. But i must agree that they are getting kinder day by day. Maybe they don't think that i am a bimbo after all and want to treat me like a normal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua messaged me again, when i saw his name, i was so happy that tears came to my eyes thinking that he wants to ask me to meet at our regular meeting place, marina square. So without reading the message, i happily left home to wait for him there. I waited there for such a long time, but he didn't appear. I guessed that he was probably planning a surprise for me, so i happily went to the toilet to comb my hair and make myself pretty. He never did come in the end so i guess he forgot about the message. But nevermind, at least i got to see what marina square's toilet looks like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107788046574975630?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107788046574975630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107788046574975630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788046574975630' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107771090568614448</id><published>2004-02-25T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T04:11:14.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was my birthday. I actually forgot all about it, until today when i received a sweet sms this morning from joshua. Here it goes: Sinneeee, here's a bithday msg for u. "i wanna break with you". I was so happy, thinking he wanted to break free from his parents and move away to netherlands with me so quickly. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went school, i immediately went to the toilet ensuring that my hair was all in place. I reached class, and there on the notice board was this picture of me in two pony tails. So cute, all i could do at that moment was just ogle at it. Also, there was this message at the bottom which said: Happy Birthday dearest Sinneee. Love Joshua. For the rest of the day during lessons, all i did was stare at that pretty picture, to think joshua actually came down early in the morning to pin that picture up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, my choir friends came over and passed me my present. It was from body shop, all nicely wrapped up. Inside was this bottle of mango juice with a many bubbles inside, as well as two paper holders with apple and melon smells. So cool, i think i'll drink a sip each night and use the paper holders for my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i also hear that mango juice helps keep your hair silky and smooth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107771090568614448?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107771090568614448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107771090568614448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771090568614448' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107754538237038752</id><published>2004-02-23T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T06:12:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haRloe!! sinneeee the greatest is here to bLog again..eheh wait a minute. did i spell my name correctly? hmm sinneeee..isit. 3 'e's ? or 4? oops. *thinks hard while combing hair*  ok its 6 'e's!! ok rewind abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinneeeeee the greatest is here to blog agaiN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok. i am so happy n overjoyed now. not because i didn drop any strands of hair today (1 did, which measured 5.523mm, pains me deeply), but because &lt;strong&gt;i went on a date with joshua&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!hehe he was so handsome, cute, oozing masculine charm every single second im completely bawled over. i love joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were supposed to meet and the entrance of marina square shopping centre. hehe guess wat i took the mrt to marina bay and when i stepped out i all i saw was grass grass grass, land land land, and ppl flying kites!! hahaha i laughed to myself, thinkin that marina square was demolished. hehe after asking for directions back to the real marina square i was already late by 2 hrs and 17 strands of hair already dropped off due to the heaT and exhAustion. but owell. everythings worth it for joshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua brought me to the movies. heeh so romantic. in the dark cinema he reached out his hand to hOld mine. hehe den at first i tot wat so ticklish den i accidentally fart. haha. everybody turn to look at us. i guess they jus wanna look at me bcos im so pretTY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den at the romantik scene joshua actualli wanted to kiss me. haha but when his mouth was edging closer i took out my comb to brush my hair. he look as if he want to faint on the spot but i dunno why leh! i just want to look prettier mah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sad thing is throughout the movie in the dark i wanted to keep track of the strands of hair i dropped but so dark cannot count! i oni could feel but feel not accurate leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to eat dinner. he said y not we go dutch. haha look everyone. how generous and nice he is. its only the first date and he's inviting me to go to netherlands!!!!! im totalli in love with this dude now. *MuacKSxxxx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home so damn happIe. even though a grand total of 26 strands of hair dropped (2 with split ends and 1 with one dot of dandruff, HOLY SHITZ). im still verie happie bcos i had a date with joshua.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FITS THE BATTLE, THE BATTLE OF JERICHO, JOSHUA FITS THE BATTLE, THE BATTLE OF JERICHO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimboforever. signin off *combcomb =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107754538237038752?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107754538237038752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107754538237038752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754538237038752' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107754380670329718</id><published>2004-02-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T05:46:12.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://www.freewebs.com/storageray/bimbo.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee... my dream world! All the mirrors... Combs.. cutey ponytails... I'm in a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107754380670329718?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107754380670329718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107754380670329718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754380670329718' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107710562056020510</id><published>2004-02-18T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T04:03:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling nauseous again. Maybe Joanne is right, i am pregnant. Anywae, to tell you the truth, i've been thinking about Joshua all of last night till i couldn't sleep again. Ahhh, he's just so cute and his hair is..........PERFECT! Zhanting touched my hair today saying he wanted to guess what kind of shampoo i used. I allowed him to experiment but he ended messing up my hair, so i had to endure my way home with messy hair. So depressing...Anyway i forgot to tell you guys that for the 2.4 yesterday i ran only 4 rounds instead of the 6 rounds, i guess i lst count while thinking about my hair getting messy. Hehehe! gotta go, wanna achieve my goal of brushing my hair a 100 times each day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107710562056020510?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107710562056020510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107710562056020510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710562056020510' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107702889713252410</id><published>2004-02-17T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T06:44:14.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people i've not blogged for a long time bcoz wasby ate my password n i finally got it out of him 2dae. todae was running in the stadium i was sooo pro n could run so fast but i just couldnt help worrying bout my hair. cuz there was this shuai ge who looks like mr wang that keeps looking over. =) haha. maybe his name is joshua. shall ask him abt the battle of jericho one day =) joanne said i'm pregnant n i did it with wasby. well what the..?? i would have used a condom wouldnt i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink door brown door muacks!~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107702889713252410?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107702889713252410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107702889713252410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702889713252410' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107614057384159523</id><published>2004-02-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:58:38.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had choir practise today. our conductEr told us to stop singing at a point of time, saying we sounded like william hung. Oh man, that certainly hurt my feelings, he's such a great singer, with the adorable actions going along with the song "she bangs" His look upon his face is definitely cute. Every strand of his hair is sooo...in place, seriously i think i should consider asking him about the type of comb which he uses. After school today, joanne showed me a sweet box which had many holes poked into it. she whispered to me that there was an insect inside, i was so freaked out that i placed my hands to my head and started running  n screaming all the way along the corridor to the toilet. Oh man, doesn't she know that i was scared of insects? Thank goodness rayner was around with the sound recorder to record my melodious screams. Dey all told me the insect was so BIG and GREEN, oh how brave of joanne to actually catch such a thing. At the end of the day, zt decided to eat the insect saying it contained lots of nutritional value. I could actually hear all the squishing sounds of the insect being squashed by his jaws. At the mamashop later, i wanted to buy this packet of candy but it costed 90c, which is more than what i could afford as 99% of my allowance is saved to purchase hair products...Anywae i gtg 4 my daily visit to the hair salon where my hair stylist, David gan is waiting for me..hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107614057384159523?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107614057384159523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107614057384159523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614057384159523' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107597223063327084</id><published>2004-02-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T01:12:52.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here i am again! Hihi! Hehehe. Today joanne told me she wanted to scare me. I told myself, i wasn't afraid. Later she told me again that she wanted to scare me. Again i told myself that i wasn't afraid. Then finally, she scared me. And noe wad? I screamed, thinking that some spirit had attacked me, but my 1st instink was to run to the toilet and look at the mirror, in case my hair had gone out of place. Hehehe. Anywae, i just realised something. My dog's (mabbe its a cat, i'm not too sure) hair is nicer than mine! Oh no, i better to seek more advice from my idol jessica simpson whose hair is so perfect. Oh yes, i'm also thinking whether i should reborn my hair. These days i have been wondering whether joining the reborn club is a good idea, afterall we all talk and think about the same thing all the time, that is hair! Hehehehe! Well, i tink i shall go ask the mirror 4 some advice. Hehehe, muackz byE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107597223063327084?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107597223063327084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107597223063327084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107597223063327084' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107590515619535874</id><published>2004-02-04T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T06:34:56.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a bad day for the cute cute me. =( well i just finished combing my beautiful hair today in my toilet (its unofficially mine) when the stupid hulu knocked into me cos the beautiful brenda was singing the monkey song. then my comb accidentaly went into my hair and i had to retie it allll over again. haiii i was so disappointed. but luckily i'm trained to comb my hair nicely so i didn't have any trouble. the stupid hulu and the beautiful brenda said that i took so long. i didn't think so. i took onli half of recess. thats so fast right!!!! haha. well i gotta go sleep or my hair will b dryyy. been sleeping so late nowadaes even wasby's hair is better than mine. and guess what i found out. wasby rhymes with gatsby! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, about hulu's msn nick. the one about the man who was chopped up to pieces and the police suspect its suicide. they tell me its a joke. i dont understand at all! i mean, why isn't it possible? well i shall figure it out tonight. perhaps..heeeeeeeeeee..i mighttttttt dream of it? nites peoples!!!! *muakkskss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107590515619535874?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107590515619535874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107590515619535874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590515619535874' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107589791922277807</id><published>2004-02-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:59:29.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.. i'm back!!! just finished my trip to the mirror.. Shh.. I'm writing here so no one will know how I feel! no one knows about this blog because I set is to public (Public means only I can see right? because I'm not private.. i'm bimbo!) hee. I'm sooo smart.. I just cnanot stand myself... I tell u blog.. i'm in love with this guy called Joshua but I cannot tell U his name is Joshua.. sorry! He hor.. fit the batlle u know! So proud of him.. oh oh! my hair just dropped out... i'm going to try to put it back into my scalp... hee.. so smart rite me? u all throw away.. but I try putting it back... byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107589791922277807?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107589791922277807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107589791922277807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589791922277807' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107589601360850903</id><published>2004-01-30T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T04:03:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the sec1 welcome party for choir. I was one of the station masters. Hehehe, and guess what some1 told me. "You look exactly like my friend who is soooOOooOOo pretty, and she's a bimbo too!" Hehehehe, i can't believe that people out dere think i'm pretty. Hehehe! Anywae, after the whole event, we all went to the music room. Hulu asked me 2 have a game of tic-tac-toe on the white board and i gladly agreed. But juz when i wanted to place my mark on the grid, the board started moving! Oh man, i was so freaked out and started laughing, thinking that there was some sort of super natural powers within the board. Hulu wrote on the grid, nothing happened. But just as i started writing again, it began moving faster, and i laughed harder. Hehehe! I seriously tot dat the spirits were working within the whiteboard. Anywae, after some time, joanne hopped out from the back of the whiteboard. Till now, i'm still thinking how she actually got into the whiteboard. All the thinking has surely gotten my hair messy. So i guess i betta stroll off to the nearest mirror, before another strand of hair moves out of place. Hehehehe! Muackz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107589601360850903?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107589601360850903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107589601360850903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107589601360850903' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385907.post-107512526553713893</id><published>2004-01-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T05:56:33.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first entry of my brand new blog. ooH, i'm so excited!!! all the textboxes and stuff, hehehe, i just can't figure them out..Anywae, to start the day off, i went to the toilet to comb my precious silky hair. Later in the day, i once again went to the toilet for about...hmmm can't count, i guess u gotta ask the hulu, hehehe..In all, 5.5 strands of hair dropped out, i guess i can count afterall, hehehe...My friend, Zhanting gave me a quiz today on bimbo-tism, and know what? i scored full marks! Hehehe, i guess i'm just smart afterall, hehehe! I guess that's all for my 1st entry, i gotta go comb my hair, hehehe! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385907-107512526553713893?l=iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107512526553713893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385907/posts/default/107512526553713893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamnotabimbo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107512526553713893' title=''/><author><name>bimbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12928509674977843789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
