<?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-25010692</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:36.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peachpie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faith</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25010692.post-628092186631588844</id><published>2008-01-21T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:01:23.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dealova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's been pretty good to me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;im not with wan anymore....&lt;br /&gt;but im thinking about andy so much....&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i want him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i duno wat he did to me... but i cannot forget him....&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to...&lt;br /&gt;he just..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i know he wants to play with me then he wants me to leave him alone&lt;br /&gt;and im such a fucking fool for still loving him..&lt;br /&gt;and wanting to be with him&lt;br /&gt;what can friends do?&lt;br /&gt;all they will say is DONT BE DUMB&lt;br /&gt;DONT CALL TT FUCKER&lt;br /&gt;I WILL WACK HIM UP&lt;br /&gt;TELL TT FUCKER I GONA FUCK HIM UP&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;and that doesnt help the pain at all.....&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me think of him more.&lt;br /&gt;and more.... everywhere i go....&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of him....&lt;br /&gt;everything i do.....&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that he doesnt even feel a shit for me...&lt;br /&gt;that is what really fucking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucking.... like.... a pest to him.&lt;br /&gt;when i should be hating him,&lt;br /&gt;i find myself seeking his attention and love once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan and syai may like me now....&lt;br /&gt;they may be the sweetest people on earth to me.&lt;br /&gt;wan is being so fucking nice to me... i dont even know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;he bought a guitar to play songs for me&lt;br /&gt;he cried for me&lt;br /&gt;he looks at me while i sleep&lt;br /&gt;he wants to hug me everyday&lt;br /&gt;he does eveything i want to make me happy. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;he helps out with the house when my mother makes noise at ME.&lt;br /&gt;i dont... know.... hes just too nice for me&lt;br /&gt;and syai.... syai is so damn sweet to me....&lt;br /&gt;forever doing the nicest smallest cutest things for me....&lt;br /&gt;buying me cheese cake almost everyday.... cos he knows how much i  love it&lt;br /&gt;even though he has no money&lt;br /&gt;he pays for my cigs even though he has only 5 bucks left in his wallet&lt;br /&gt;he meets me as much as possible even though he has to send me from bukit batok to amk then back to bukit batok again.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt want me to buy food for him, he wants me to cook for him.&lt;br /&gt;he sends me the sweetest msges&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;what am i thinking about? im thinking about andy.&lt;br /&gt;that fucker who played me and now doesnt even wanna admit that he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im doing. im so lost. so fucking lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dealova - dewa19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tidurmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin bisa kau rindu &lt;p&gt;Kerana langkah merapuh&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Kerana hati telah letih&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu bisa kau sentuh&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin kau tahu bahawa aku&lt;br /&gt;Selalu memujamu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tanpamu sepinya waktu&lt;br /&gt;Merantai hati&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Bayangmu seakan-akan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil rinduku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hanya dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa membuatku tenang&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa hilang&lt;br /&gt;Dan sepi&lt;br /&gt;Dan sepi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil rinduku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku yang&lt;br /&gt;Memanggil rinduku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu ada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;English translation&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; were a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;In your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were something&lt;br /&gt;You a&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ways long for&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Every step I take has t&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt; break&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart is weary&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish I were something&lt;br /&gt;You always long to touch&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I always adore you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Without you my hours are lonely&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in chains&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;All I see is but your shadow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are like a song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That remo&lt;strong&gt;ve&lt;/strong&gt;s my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You&lt;/strong&gt; are like &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;he air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You are always there for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only you&lt;br /&gt;Can calm me&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;thout you&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost&lt;br /&gt;And lonely&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are like a song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That removes my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;You are like the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You are always there for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are like a song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That removes my lonelines&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You are always there for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always there for me&lt;br /&gt;Always t&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;ere for me&lt;br /&gt;Alway&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; there for me&lt;br /&gt;Alw&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;ys there for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-628092186631588844?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/628092186631588844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=628092186631588844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/628092186631588844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/628092186631588844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2008/01/dealova.html' title='dealova'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-6037369186714577882</id><published>2007-10-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:10:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New decision</title><content type='html'>I guess that I've totally abandoned my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have this bad habit of doing things half way.&lt;br /&gt;and like continue with what I've stopped doing when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i think im just going to stick to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Since i wont be meeting my bf as often.&lt;br /&gt;and i wont be allowed to go out with other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll have loads of time on my hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i took this brain test thingy and its kinda true. but i don't really believe in this kinda stuff. there's so much more to people than questions and summaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;yoko, you are somewhat left-hemisphere dominant and show a preference for visual learning, although not extreme in either characteristic. You probably tend to do most things in moderation, but not always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your left-hemisphere dominance implies that your learning style is organized and structured, detail oriented and logical. Your visual preference, though, has you seeking stimulation and multiple data. Such an outlook can overwhelm structure and logic and create an almost continuous state of uncertainty and agitation. You may well suffer a feeling of continually trying to "catch up" with yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your tendency to be organized and logical and attend to details is reasonably well-established which should afford you success regardless of your chosen field of endeavor. You can "size up" situations and take in information rapidly. However, you must then subject that data to being classified and organized which causes you to "lose touch" with the immediacy of the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your logical and methodical nature hamper you in this regard though in the long run it may work to your advantage since you "learn from experience" and can go through the process more rapidly on subsequent occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You remain predominantly functional in your orientation and practical. Abstraction and theory are secondary to application. In keeping with this, you focus on details until they manifest themselves in a unique pattern and only then work with the "larger whole." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;With regards to your career choices, you have a mentality that would be good as a scientist, coach, athlete, design consultant, or an engineering technician. You can "see where you want to go" and even be able to "tell yourself," but find that you are "fighting yourself" at the darndest times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is it true is it true?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah.. most of it or all of it is true. No like nonsense.... like some other tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOMORROW IS HARI RAYA!! and im celebrating this year, with some people. yaye! shall take many pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-6037369186714577882?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6037369186714577882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=6037369186714577882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/6037369186714577882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/6037369186714577882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-decision.html' title='New decision'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-8243882063299721324</id><published>2007-09-23T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:03:27.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lallala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got really really bored to death&lt;br /&gt;and so decided to make a new post =D&lt;br /&gt;i do stupid things when im bored&lt;br /&gt;like go check out an ex boyfriends frenster.&lt;br /&gt;which i did.&lt;br /&gt;some people never change, and it just made my hairs stand to its ends&lt;br /&gt;and it also gave me a great sense of relief.&lt;br /&gt;reading his stupid profile "graphic designer"&lt;br /&gt;he made my hairs stand coz...&lt;br /&gt;when i knew him he barely knew anything about computers&lt;br /&gt;and he certainly has no style.&lt;br /&gt;i bet that im more of a graphic designer than he is.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even have a basic software called&lt;br /&gt; PHOTOSHOP in his com and i bet he doesnt even know what photoshop IS.&lt;br /&gt;what more other stuff like flash and dreamweaver and 3dmax.... wahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so i have no idea what he's rambling on about.&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;he made me feel a great sense of relief cos&lt;br /&gt;im really thankful that i broke up with him....&lt;br /&gt;now that i look back on it and i go "thank God"&lt;br /&gt;i duno why. i just really hate him, till this day.&lt;br /&gt;and not surprisingly, everyone else does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan, he's juz really nice and dependable&lt;br /&gt;not to mention he can make me smile at his stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time, i'd really prefer a guy who's gonna be stable&lt;br /&gt;someone i can trust fully&lt;br /&gt;and someone to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;which he is...&lt;br /&gt;so im satisfied with who i got.&lt;br /&gt;and he taught me to fast this month&lt;br /&gt;and he taught me all about the mosque and all&lt;br /&gt;and he taught me how to speak malay&lt;br /&gt;and he taught me a lot about bikes&lt;br /&gt;and he taught me how to save money&lt;br /&gt;and now, thanks to him i have a whole loada frenz.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my school work's getting like 10 times better.&lt;br /&gt;he's been forcing me to study and go to school and all. GOOOOOOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, im gaining more from him than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;now, i feel kinda bad cos... i've mistreated him.&lt;br /&gt;ive been selfish&lt;br /&gt;ive... taken him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes he can really piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i always win. heeee. cos im a spoilt brat and he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;ok... thats besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;he's just a nice guy. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i almost broke my fast&lt;br /&gt;cos i was so damn bored&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like smoking.&lt;br /&gt;and eating snacks&lt;br /&gt;and digging my nose.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... im still bored....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;i want a bike!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i really want a bike BAD.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i save up the money to go sign up for my license&lt;br /&gt;i keep asking myself if im wasting my money&lt;br /&gt;and if i'd have enough money to even get a bike&lt;br /&gt;and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;then i'd use the money to go buy stuff like jeans and tops and jackets and stuff&lt;br /&gt;which i dont really need&lt;br /&gt;then i'd feel happy for a while&lt;br /&gt;then... i'll start to regret doing it.&lt;br /&gt;then.. ill start complaining to wan.&lt;br /&gt;and pestering him to sponsor my license and bike.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;i promise myself&lt;br /&gt;I WILL GET A BIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-8243882063299721324?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8243882063299721324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=8243882063299721324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/8243882063299721324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/8243882063299721324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/lallala.html' title='lallala'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-6541483975439802561</id><published>2007-09-04T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:52:17.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BENCI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What a horribly boring day&lt;br /&gt;My bf sucks&lt;br /&gt;my project sucks&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks&lt;br /&gt;suck suck suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing a project about BABI&lt;br /&gt;buying and selling BABI&lt;br /&gt;pig pig pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan watch movie also cannot watch&lt;br /&gt;i wan download software also cannot&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeebyeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-6541483975439802561?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6541483975439802561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=6541483975439802561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/6541483975439802561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/6541483975439802561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/benci.html' title='BENCI'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-2032309689878628945</id><published>2007-06-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:28:50.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUID DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just wanna announce this damn thing to the WHOLE OF SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;girls out there&lt;br /&gt;i am warning you, PLEASE do not under any circumstances&lt;br /&gt;date a bartender... or what's worse, get married to one.&lt;br /&gt;trust me when i say almost all of them are ASS HOLES.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to meet one that isn't, but if there's one out there,&lt;br /&gt;good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are bartenders and i used to date a few.&lt;br /&gt;and they're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;they may seem like the perfect guy and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure as hell have the charm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but... it's all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;i just met a new fren today... and he happens to know...&lt;br /&gt;one of my ex's... and one of my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;who are both bartenders.&lt;br /&gt;and well well... he's the same as them&lt;br /&gt;the way he talks&lt;br /&gt;the topics he talks about&lt;br /&gt;.... typical.&lt;br /&gt;they're fun frenz but lousy boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;he claims my friend is going to geylang to fuck girls&lt;br /&gt;by using money which is not even his.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing i can say...&lt;br /&gt;they're going straight to hell.&lt;br /&gt;this new fren of mine is only like 17.... and he's mixing around with the wrong ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i just hate bartenders.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today ayang's still sick and im still bored&lt;br /&gt;so i went to meet ma old frenz&lt;br /&gt;sharul&lt;br /&gt;zakir&lt;br /&gt;and some other ppl&lt;br /&gt;lepak till i was bored&lt;br /&gt;watched them do some break dancing&lt;br /&gt;played with a cat&lt;br /&gt;listened to them crap&lt;br /&gt;crapped with them&lt;br /&gt;laughed at them&lt;br /&gt;laughed with them&lt;br /&gt;then zakir sent me home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;in his dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;i miss ayang.&lt;br /&gt;long time never see him.&lt;br /&gt;i think 2 days&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;tmr gotta go out with hajar, elly, yenny and fie.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go sentosa&lt;br /&gt;but kinda lazy&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired&lt;br /&gt;kinda wanna...&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-2032309689878628945?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2032309689878628945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=2032309689878628945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/2032309689878628945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/2032309689878628945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/stuid-day.html' title='STUID DAY'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-89433861448939134</id><published>2007-06-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:55:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back, back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's back, back again.&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog's been dead for a few months already.&lt;br /&gt;Totally no updating, but still getting ppls tags. So sweet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. the only reason why im blogging is cos its the holidays&lt;br /&gt;and i have too much free time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Im going mad. i need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont have cash.&lt;br /&gt;which means... i have to work.&lt;br /&gt;and work means i can't go out.&lt;br /&gt;the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night after going out with yan n ryzan and co.&lt;br /&gt;me n wan went to JB,&lt;br /&gt;i think it was one of the weirdest times i ever went to JB.&lt;br /&gt;it was like 3am in the morning when we left from the padang.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached the highway&lt;br /&gt;it was like so damn foggy... and it was so quiet&lt;br /&gt;not used to seeing a highway so quiet even at that time in the night.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... we just pushed our way&lt;br /&gt;the more i looked, the more eerie it became.&lt;br /&gt;no one around at all la!!&lt;br /&gt;just told myself not to think so much&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt scary. more like a "wth??" weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;then we went through this like big turn at woodlands nearing customs.&lt;br /&gt;u know u know? that big big turn.&lt;br /&gt;yeah... the last time we went there... there was this smell&lt;br /&gt;the smell of flowers of a bougainvillea tree blooming.&lt;br /&gt;u know and i know. what that means.&lt;br /&gt;it was so pungent la.&lt;br /&gt;the smell like just went up my nose.&lt;br /&gt;and it freaked me out la.&lt;br /&gt;so last night when we went past that corner, i just held my nose and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and the fog made syg sick.&lt;br /&gt;wth! i also dun understand what he was telling me.&lt;br /&gt;he was saying something about how the fog can make u feel weird&lt;br /&gt;then make u feel sick but not sick&lt;br /&gt;something like that.  he called it... duno wat jantan.&lt;br /&gt;dun understand. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then he told me "syg, today go home MUST MUST MUST wash face and feet before u masuk bilik k" hahahaha. ooooooo. wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tmr gotta head back to school to pay my DAMN school fees&lt;br /&gt;its like 300 plus la. and im taking a loan to pay for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;its dam unfair, i dun understand why my frenz gotta pay like 60 bucks&lt;br /&gt;and without loan somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that maybe meet up with janine to buy some clothes&lt;br /&gt;or if that doesnt happen then ill just go down to my mums condo&lt;br /&gt;for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i need a job&lt;br /&gt;i need my own bike.&lt;br /&gt;i need a life!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-89433861448939134?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/89433861448939134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=89433861448939134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/89433861448939134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/89433861448939134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='guess who&apos;s back, back again'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-588141126017645839</id><published>2007-02-27T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:44:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally blogging again&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the greatest birthdays ever&lt;br /&gt;and the happiest i guess.&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of my birthday&lt;br /&gt;i went out with my bf... to SWENSENS. yumyum&lt;br /&gt;and his nephews werent working there that night&lt;br /&gt;but yati their manager was there&lt;br /&gt;so we got free ice cream and drinks&lt;br /&gt;and a very nice birthday wish&lt;br /&gt;heh. shh.&lt;br /&gt;nice la. then we went to catch the 12am movie&lt;br /&gt;letters to IWO JIMA. kinda nice but at the same time boring&lt;br /&gt;then i came home..... tried to study for the database exam...&lt;br /&gt;but cannot make it la... so i just slept 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;and went to meet some peeps to study with them.&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived i got presents!&lt;br /&gt;kinda like excited and happy&lt;br /&gt;then i opened the wrapper&lt;br /&gt;and i saw.......... yokoyoko&lt;br /&gt;i was like....... HAHAHAHA. wtf!&lt;br /&gt;yokoyoko on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha. stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;what did he expect me to do with it?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;rub it on uh?&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then LUCKILY ... there was another present...&lt;br /&gt;ESCADA.  damn... damn... happy.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to like sit there and smile at the bottle till i died.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha. so sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;then went to school...&lt;br /&gt;had a birthday wishes frm people.&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;then went for the exam and didnt know a thing&lt;br /&gt;then.. then...&lt;br /&gt;then went to ARAB STREET with dya iqa hafid elly yati ruzaini zahid.&lt;br /&gt;smoked some sheesha.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blanja them.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt bring out cash since it was a last min thing.&lt;br /&gt;so.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;then got present from the "secret people"&lt;br /&gt;duno who bought it la.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its frm all of them&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;they made me stand in the middle of nowhere and they sang happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha... paiseh sia&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;i was bhb on my bd&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;its once in a year&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;finally... i came home and went online&lt;br /&gt;and i think i had 2 pgs full of bd testi's.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yaye. just wat i wanted. hahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;thanks people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-588141126017645839?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/588141126017645839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=588141126017645839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/588141126017645839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/588141126017645839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116470032958043378</id><published>2006-11-27T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:52:09.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Cost Beach Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/23-11-06_1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/23-11-06_1914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Mhd Rizal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/23-11-06_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/23-11-06_1915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dya!! babe so cute la. take pic of herself. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;we were too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to study with them last week&lt;br /&gt;and i felt a little better about school.&lt;br /&gt;At least i had help with school work u know?&lt;br /&gt;IM JUST TOO STRESED OUT WITH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;my attendace is at debarment mark&lt;br /&gt;and my mentor isnt helping at all. im stressed out right now&lt;br /&gt;i duno la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/22-11-06_1205p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/22-11-06_1205p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at my face, i aint smiling. IM STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... my lovely boyfriend decided to take me out on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;to go to... EAST COST BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;At first it was a little boring cos we had this bbq with all his old&lt;br /&gt;secondary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;and they kept talking about their old school days...&lt;br /&gt;so i just went into the tent to talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;and i fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00326.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A genius mind at sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept all the way till morning!&lt;br /&gt;and this is the view i woke up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00332p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00332p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome View huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by morning, all his friends had gone home and it was just left with&lt;br /&gt;me and him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the orange glow. so nice.&lt;br /&gt;ugly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE were under this HUGE duno wat tree.&lt;br /&gt;and that tree somehow had many many red ants.&lt;br /&gt;and when i woke up...&lt;br /&gt;the top of the tent was full of red ants........ eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;ayang had to use the towel and swipe all of them outta the way.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.... ayang wanted to go swim in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;but i was like... NOOOOOOOO. i didnt bring extra clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so he gave me his clothes to go swimming, so i did.&lt;br /&gt;and what did he wear?? HIS UNDERWEAR. haahhahahhahaha. dam funny la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. he very cute la, didnt know he cant swim.&lt;br /&gt;he kept asking me how to trap water.&lt;br /&gt;and i taught him... but eveytime he tried, his head would go under water.&lt;br /&gt;After the swim somehow, we both felt very tired... again.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to sleep! ayang slept in his underwear... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/26-11-06_1419p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/26-11-06_1419p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayang just woke up! need to exercise.. his tyre ponchet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00360f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00360f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. we both were about to get outta east coast when it started to rain!&lt;br /&gt;so we just slacked in the tent&lt;br /&gt;with our feet dangling out of the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00366p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00366p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very lazy to blog anymore..&lt;br /&gt;so here are some random pics from vivo city and bugis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00229PH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00229PH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00230P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/19-11-06_0045p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116470032958043378?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116470032958043378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116470032958043378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116470032958043378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116470032958043378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/east-cost-beach-singapore.html' title='East Cost Beach Singapore'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116354759513346544</id><published>2006-11-14T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:39:55.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>samesame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday... My-lovely-once-a-week-tuesday-off day.&lt;br /&gt;The day i look foward to after monday.&lt;br /&gt;The day i look foward to after THE STUPID AGGOGANT ASS HOLE OF A SEM-PRO&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BIG MOUTH TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i DREAD mondays cos of sem pro&lt;br /&gt;1. i have to sit alone. im not used to it. i dont think anyone is.&lt;br /&gt;2. the stupid sem pro teacher is full of shit and i hate him&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't ask my class questions about anything so if i duno how to do something&lt;br /&gt;i'll just lose my marks for that week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Dya is seats n seats away.&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate the teacher&lt;br /&gt;6. i really hate the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i got 10% of out 30% just cos he didnt want to mark mine. so good rite he?&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;anyway... rizal, dya and qin arent coming to school this week.&lt;br /&gt;all the more i dont feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;and all my close frenz dont go for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;so i dont think im going for lectures this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just go for 2 hours of tutorial. no dya. no qin. no rizal. =(&lt;br /&gt;omg. i think im gona fail this sem until dam jia lat unless i change class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... spent my tuesday with my bf as usual.&lt;br /&gt;we were suppoesd to go shopping at bugis so that i could buy new clothes&lt;br /&gt;since im running out of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;but then... he wanted to "look" at helmets.&lt;br /&gt;so i said.. ok la.. we go look at helments for a lil while...&lt;br /&gt;but then.................... in the end......................... he wanted to buy these 2 helments&lt;br /&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeee. feel like pinching him sia.&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i was just screaming "NO NO NO HELMET, i wanna go shopping!"&lt;br /&gt;but since i knew he really wanted it&lt;br /&gt;and he got a very very good discount that day....&lt;br /&gt;i just gave in to him and took out my 70 bucks for my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to chose the color of the helmets la.&lt;br /&gt;i told him to get same color so it looks more "couple-ish"&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt want to...&lt;br /&gt;he said he wanted blue.&lt;br /&gt;i straight away went "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" hate blue.&lt;br /&gt;so  he took blue and i took black.&lt;br /&gt;in the end.... i duno wat the hell happened.&lt;br /&gt;and he took the black instead&lt;br /&gt;and gave me the horrible blue..&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;"DIDNT HE HEAR ME SAY I HATE BLUE"&lt;br /&gt;then i got damn pissed off at him la.&lt;br /&gt;i could have spent that money on JEANS on SHIRTS on TOPS on ACCESSORIES.&lt;br /&gt;if i knew he wanted to take black&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt want the same color&lt;br /&gt;i would have taken like grey or something&lt;br /&gt;instead of BLUE. WTF. eeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;gonna complain to him today...&lt;br /&gt;since i was too damn pissed to talk to him yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end... its just a damn helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116354759513346544?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116354759513346544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116354759513346544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116354759513346544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116354759513346544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/samesame.html' title='samesame'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116354564549547524</id><published>2006-11-14T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:15:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering... in this enldless hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;I made a mistake.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;I should have done what i wanted during the first week of school&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;but stupid me... got too lazy to see my mentor.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;and now im stuck in this endless HELL.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;its the biggest regret.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;Now everyday i go to school... its just a living hell.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;torture everyday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;I go to school happy...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;After school my mood is just so fucked up....&lt;br /&gt; even i scare myself somethimes.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;This.... class... i thought it wouldnt be so bad at first.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;I thought that at least people would be friendly.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;but guess what. it sucks.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;and it is.. the biggest biggest regret...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;but what can i do about it?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;just gotta live through it and be patient.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;its only week 5... and already...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;i feel like its been months and months.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;I dont know how these people&lt;br /&gt;actually enjoy going to school.&lt;br /&gt;i can go to ANY class. any class at all...&lt;br /&gt;except this class.&lt;br /&gt;Im telling u... ANY CLASS. but when i saw my time table&lt;br /&gt;out of all classes, i got posted to this class.&lt;br /&gt;wtf man. they aren't like any class i have ever been too since last sem&lt;br /&gt;They are not helpful at all... and i've heard people say that too...&lt;br /&gt;i just chose not to believe it. but they are.&lt;br /&gt;then i heard nadya was in tt class too&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;but she's only one person.&lt;br /&gt;what can she do? she cant be with me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;no one else to blame but myeslf. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;one day... i just know... im gona cry in class.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;How do i get throught this? I just look foward to every weekend.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;that's how i get thru each week.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;just really pray for the end of this sem to come. asap.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;after this sem. i will not be with them anymore.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If anyone can read this, good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and dont u dare tell anyone about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116354564549547524?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116354564549547524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116354564549547524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116354564549547524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116354564549547524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/suffering-in-this-enldless-hell.html' title='Suffering... in this enldless hell.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116233546860604740</id><published>2006-10-31T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:57:48.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Rempit! do as i do. and ill laff at u.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pics today.&lt;br /&gt;but got a lot to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. my mood now = angry&lt;br /&gt;my mind now = sleepy&lt;br /&gt;my heart now = merajok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog about my WHOLE day in DETAIL. DEEEEEE-TAAAAAILLL.&lt;br /&gt;so i hope u dont get bored.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST. every tuesday is my OFF day from school.&lt;br /&gt;so i slept pretty late last night and my bf woke me up at like 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Left from amk with him at about 7pm to meet saini at ah boy. this bike shop.&lt;br /&gt;thennnn... i was hungry..... i was tired...... i was sleeeeeepy.....&lt;br /&gt;but i had to wait for like 2 hours for them to choose and buy saini's stuff from the shop.&lt;br /&gt;they are soooooo fickle minded, they spent more time on talking than on&lt;br /&gt;actually buying anything at all. bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;nvm then we proceeded to woodlands,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to call herman... since i was in his neighbourhood but was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;we slacked around under saini's block&lt;br /&gt;filled in the white cards for malaysia&lt;br /&gt;and we were OFF to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did as usual after customs is...&lt;br /&gt;we went to buy ciggies then we went to ANOTHER bike shop in jb&lt;br /&gt;to fix up saini's bike with the things we bought earlier at ah boy&lt;br /&gt;thennn we had to wait another hour or so....&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at the bike shop&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly i see this chinese guy pillion-ing some scrambler.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was kinda strange to see a chinese guy&lt;br /&gt;so i looked at him la... then the guy smiled and waved frantically at me....&lt;br /&gt;then my mind went bonkers la... i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;"who the hell is this guy? who is he waving at? is he flirting? is he mad? is he chinese??"&lt;br /&gt;it took me a while to register his face before i realised&lt;br /&gt;it was mark =.= i was kinda excited at first&lt;br /&gt;then i saw him jumping around infront of me waving hi.&lt;br /&gt;kinda cute la. like small boy.&lt;br /&gt;but he was dao. hate dao ppl. cannot tolerate them. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him where he going... and he said singah selalu...&lt;br /&gt;then i said ok la.. i'll meet them there later&lt;br /&gt;then along came Saufi!&lt;br /&gt;saufiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii so cute. hahahhaha. talked to him...&lt;br /&gt;then he said he was going to singah selalu with mark and asked what i was doing&lt;br /&gt;at the bike shop. i just said... i was doing nothing and i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;so he said "come la, follow me la... i bring u somewhere more fun. want??"&lt;br /&gt;but thenn.. i was with my bf so cannot la. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a looooooooooong waitttttttttttttt saini's bike was finally done.&lt;br /&gt;and at that point i was soooooo tired and sooooooo hungry&lt;br /&gt;and feeling kinda PISSED. angry woman makes an angry woman u know?&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, i just kept it in.&lt;br /&gt;we went to singah selalu to makan.&lt;br /&gt;saw mark and saufi =)&lt;br /&gt;then my bf made me angry by saying something really stupid to me&lt;br /&gt;which made me really REALLY angry&lt;br /&gt;so i walked off to the toilet without saying bye&lt;br /&gt;and then HE got angry. roar. nvm&lt;br /&gt;then i walked off AGAIN to sit with mark n saufi&lt;br /&gt;he LAGI angry. i LAGI satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;mark... was.... dao.... cannot talk to him la =.= he very weird&lt;br /&gt;then saufi came !! again!!&lt;br /&gt;wished him selamat hari raye then talked abit&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to my table. my bf merajok-ing at the table.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. but my face was worse than his...&lt;br /&gt;i had the "I DONT CARE IF U ANGRY. I MORE ANGRY THAN U"&lt;br /&gt;look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were about to leave is where the story REALLY begins.&lt;br /&gt;ok. *breathes in* here goes....&lt;br /&gt;so me saini and my bf were walking to the carpark&lt;br /&gt;but mark, saufi and their frenz were already at the carpark&lt;br /&gt;and mark was on and rxz.... (he doesnt even have a lisence)&lt;br /&gt;but i guess he was just trying out the bike.&lt;br /&gt;then... me and saini walked past them first&lt;br /&gt;followed by my bf... then mark stupidly went to blow his pipe at my bf.&lt;br /&gt;u know? the "voom voom voom" thing? yeah..&lt;br /&gt;and the smoke was all around my bf&lt;br /&gt;but he kept quiet la.&lt;br /&gt;so my bf beacame lagi angry.&lt;br /&gt;so mark and saufi's group left the carpark first&lt;br /&gt;then after like 3 mins later&lt;br /&gt;we left the carpark... and i KNEW my bf was gonna try to over take them&lt;br /&gt;and like show off la.&lt;br /&gt;but i was just praying that he wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;cos then... it would be so awkward since both groups are my frenz =.=&lt;br /&gt;true enough...&lt;br /&gt;after we left the car park i could still see mark's bikes infront.&lt;br /&gt;and my bf rode faster and faster until we overtook them&lt;br /&gt;then he didnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he RED LIGHT. and my bf stopped&lt;br /&gt;then 5 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;mark's bikes went zoooooming past us&lt;br /&gt;about 5 bikes went "vooom" x5&lt;br /&gt;so paiseh man.&lt;br /&gt;they went past the red light. i think its normal in malaysia kan?&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i know my bf getting more n more angry&lt;br /&gt;cos now he knows that they wanna sort of "play" with him la =.= childish sia.&lt;br /&gt;then after a while we overtook them again.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i think mark asked saufi to pump it up&lt;br /&gt;and their scrambler went "VOOOOOOOOOOOM" so fast&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, we turned into the petrol station&lt;br /&gt;and they did that for nothing. HAHA. paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;so now.... i guess.....&lt;br /&gt;both groups got conflict and im in the middle&lt;br /&gt;thought of msging saufi and say sorry for my bf's actions&lt;br /&gt;but then my bf FORBID me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;so im not gonna msg him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done.&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;now 7am&lt;br /&gt;havent sleep sia.&lt;br /&gt;got school at 8.&lt;br /&gt;baik la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116233546860604740?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116233546860604740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116233546860604740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116233546860604740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116233546860604740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/mat-rempit-do-as-i-do-and-ill-laff-at.html' title='Mat Rempit! do as i do. and ill laff at u.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116216360213416849</id><published>2006-10-29T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:13:22.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK LIARS. but im one of 'em.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hao xin mei hao bao"&lt;br /&gt;having a good hearted intention doesnt bring you good awards?&lt;br /&gt;something like that. sounds very broken.&lt;br /&gt;its like u do something good for someone,&lt;br /&gt;but it back fires and that someone doesn't appreciate it or he does something rude in return.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when u ask someone a very very direct question and that person&lt;br /&gt;lies straight to your face. And u find out later that it's a staight up lie.&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think he'll read this anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;U're one good liar, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 7 in the morning and im starting school at like 1....&lt;br /&gt;doubt i'd be able to make it =.=&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Went raye visiting last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;wore my kebaya.... omg... the bottom was made of silk and kind of tight fitting&lt;br /&gt;and i had to ride on a bike.  had to get myself into this weird position.&lt;br /&gt;so paiseh-ing. I just kept covering my face with the vicer.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a few houses only, some of them thought i was malay.&lt;br /&gt;then i duno how to like..... salam them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i just hug them and said selamat hari raye. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;duno if can or not... =.= but i think they didn't mind la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid wan was laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;it was.... FREAKIN CROWDED. so many ppl squeeze into one house.&lt;br /&gt;about 20 plus of us went visiting together.&lt;br /&gt;every house we went to... we had to squeeze on the floor... haha cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a few pics.... i look fat =.=&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i AM fat.&lt;br /&gt;we look very... old fashioned couple. eeeee. eeeee. eeee.&lt;br /&gt;we look like a mother and a father. Dont really like it. hahhaha. but ok la.&lt;br /&gt;kinda lazy to blog anymore...&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just continue after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic OK u know. But then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00215e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00215e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its starts to look a bit corny.... then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/k.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we are husband and wife.. ee.... then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00218e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00218e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like "Ur father and mother" kind of pic. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/DSC00202e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/DSC00202e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116216360213416849?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116216360213416849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116216360213416849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116216360213416849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116216360213416849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck-liars-but-im-one-of-em.html' title='FUCK LIARS. but im one of &apos;em.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116164453936536290</id><published>2006-10-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:02:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat hari raye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/my%20little%20boys%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18-10-06_1400.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18-10-06_1524.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18-10-06_1524.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; WAHAHAHA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally got my lappy back!&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway school sucks as always...&lt;br /&gt;but recently its been more of the stress that im trying to cope with&lt;br /&gt;the modules are getting harder&lt;br /&gt;and they require me to go to school everyday. suxors.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, i miss everyone so much man..&lt;br /&gt;haven't really spent time with them since school re-opened&lt;br /&gt;yati, iszat, has, elly, hajar, yenny.. these people la! always never come lecture!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS U GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays were a bit packed for me,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt work... spent most of my time with marcus and derek and wan. =)&lt;br /&gt;some people keep asking me for a CLEAR photo of my bf.&lt;br /&gt;but im sooo lazy to put the pics in proper order,&lt;br /&gt;so im just gonna dump all of 'em at the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, hari raye is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;br /&gt;this year's hari raya abit stressfull sia...&lt;br /&gt;need to borrow baju kurong frm ppl to go visiting...&lt;br /&gt;went to geylang a shit load of times to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;saw a shit load of people.&lt;br /&gt;did a shit load of pushing.&lt;br /&gt;esp today!! last day of fasting... so freakin packed man. madness.&lt;br /&gt;felt like i was about faint.... couldn't even get a proper dosage of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;o yeah... went to bugis to watch the fire works too.. so nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im lazy to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it. no more. finish. end. thank you. visit again yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116164453936536290?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116164453936536290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116164453936536290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116164453936536290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116164453936536290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raye.html' title='Selamat hari raye!'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116057776224356537</id><published>2006-10-11T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T07:42:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>booooooooooooooooo u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think i made i thru this sem....&lt;br /&gt;i THINK only la.&lt;br /&gt;my mentor called me and told me that he's doing my time table.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that means i didnt fail?? HAHAHAHA. yaye.&lt;br /&gt;but not confirmed. Gotta check it for myself again later on.&lt;br /&gt;so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... getting my lappy back tmr!!! can upload all the pics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;bet its gona be fun. =) to play with my laptop again.&lt;br /&gt;now a days been hanging out with my bf and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;they are so cute, cannot tahan. they're all like 20 plus already&lt;br /&gt;but they are a fun bunch of people, plus they have more freedom than us, teens.&lt;br /&gt;fine... he may be a malay and some of my chinese friends make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really care cos to me, race isn't an issue at all.&lt;br /&gt;shit man, im perankan chinese and jap. i think ive grown up to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;accepting of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is the same! we eat, drink, shit and laugh all the same.&lt;br /&gt;so WHO CARES. The only thing im afraid of is like... when i first meet new girls,&lt;br /&gt;like my bf's friend's gf's... do i "salam" them or WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;later they think i so anti social kind. But im not a muslim. so i duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i cried. shhhh. I cried at my bf's work place.&lt;br /&gt;HE MADE ME CRY!&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea why also, even when he asked me why i cried, i didnt know how to ans.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;hahha. maybe i was just damn tired, and just wanted to sleep but he didnt let me.&lt;br /&gt;im such a baby =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been with him for 3 months already. kinda shocking.&lt;br /&gt;thought it wouldnt last so long.&lt;br /&gt;but YEAH. i know this one's gona hurt a lil if we break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116057776224356537?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116057776224356537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116057776224356537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116057776224356537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116057776224356537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/booooooooooooooooo-u.html' title='booooooooooooooooo u'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-116008934583790232</id><published>2006-10-05T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:02:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vespa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;His name is marcus TAN.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to get a vespa.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasn't practical and kinda weird to get a vespa.&lt;br /&gt;I prefered to get a real bike.&lt;br /&gt;but after today... I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to memorial park today...&lt;br /&gt;soooo many vespa ppl there. And their vespa's werent the lousy cha chat kind.&lt;br /&gt;they were really nice looking... I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;and they were bloody cool la... i think there were like12 vespa's altogether.&lt;br /&gt;we went riding with them.. it started off kinda disgusting cos the vespas exhausts had&lt;br /&gt;a shit load of smoke, take that x 12. and it was damn noisy too. but when we hit the&lt;br /&gt;highway. omg man i was so bloody shocked.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think vespa's could only go to a MAX of 100km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;but these guys were like 136km.hr which is bloody fast for a scooter.&lt;br /&gt;we rocked the entire highway la.... the cars all gave way for us sia.&lt;br /&gt;but i think they were just afraid that they'd hit one of us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was the camera woman for the day... taking loadsa pics at the traffic lights and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i looked damn dumb, i know. like so kookoo. never see this kinda thing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vespa damn style la.... DAMN STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;its fast... almost as fast as our gilera.&lt;br /&gt;its cheap!&lt;br /&gt;its easy to handle&lt;br /&gt;its a girl scooter&lt;br /&gt;BUT its hard to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;today i saw the guys do all the maintainance themselves.&lt;br /&gt;they took out the boxes, they adjusted the pipes. all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;kinda amazing, everyone knew how to maintain and fix their bikes. no need to go shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get my lappy back, i will upload ALL the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT VESPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-116008934583790232?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116008934583790232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=116008934583790232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116008934583790232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/116008934583790232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/vespa.html' title='vespa'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115931651155705482</id><published>2006-09-26T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:21:51.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un-individual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's such a word as un-individual...&lt;br /&gt;that would be me.&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have been really shit for me and i've regret every damn things ive done.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes there's just no use regretting. There's no use being sorry.&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in thinking about what u've done.&lt;br /&gt;so what am i supposed to do? what's useful now? i have no freakin idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the love of my mum... something people have been telling me about.&lt;br /&gt;"ur mum loves u so much, cant u understand?"&lt;br /&gt;well... now i can. and i feel like i've let her down in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want her to feel more stresesd out.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all the times she was there for me... and that's like 24/7&lt;br /&gt;even if she's working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just want a sister. Or someone who has the same interests as me&lt;br /&gt;who feels the same way as me.&lt;br /&gt;somehow... i feel alone now. damn bloody alone.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how people say "ill always be here for u"&lt;br /&gt;haha... i dont believe it. its just sweet words which hold no real meaning.&lt;br /&gt;countless people have said that.&lt;br /&gt;but look at me now. all alone. God. this is pathetic. self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im being emo? i have all the damn right in the whole bloody world to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;u havent been thru what ive been thru... so u wont know anything would u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont even know if im still in poly cos the dam system is screwed&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea when's the sub paper. bloody hell. NO ONE CALLS ME&lt;br /&gt;so how am i supposed to know? huh? i duno either.&lt;br /&gt;so basically now.. i duno if i failed anything (which im sure i did)&lt;br /&gt;and i duno when there's a sub paper.&lt;br /&gt;anyway if there's a sub paper i think i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;if i fail math again im outta school. yaye right. i just wasted my mums time and money.&lt;br /&gt;hard earned money.&lt;br /&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115931651155705482?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115931651155705482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115931651155705482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115931651155705482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115931651155705482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/un-individual.html' title='un-individual'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115720608650906232</id><published>2006-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T07:08:07.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate chip and cookie dough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IM BORED and I WANT A BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;well.. i really want a bike. But i just JUST realised its kinda not important&lt;br /&gt;at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;im constantly slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess the money would be better off spent on like...&lt;br /&gt;clothes and stuff =(&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i promised a few ppl that when school re-opens,&lt;br /&gt;i'd have a different style... and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;IVE GOTTA BE A GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;i need more girl friends, yes derek.. i know.&lt;br /&gt;so.. i guess i gotta start off by looking like a girl. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;omg..... time for girly stuff. i dont know if i can make it or not.&lt;br /&gt;i will try my best. believe me, im sick of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that im seroiusly the laziest person i know ON THIS EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a job [something which i SHOULD HAVE at this point of time]&lt;br /&gt;im constantly doing nothing......... its killing my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;argh.. ive gotta do something soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115720608650906232?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115720608650906232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115720608650906232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115720608650906232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115720608650906232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/chocolate-chip-and-cookie-dough.html' title='chocolate chip and cookie dough'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115619560487583250</id><published>2006-08-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:26:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been so busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;my social life has become a mess...&lt;br /&gt;im feeling confused... it's hard to be happy when everything's not right.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was not who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha Bey&lt;br /&gt;1913 - 2006&lt;br /&gt;we love and adore you lao ma.&lt;br /&gt; May heaven opens it's doors for you.&lt;br /&gt;we all will miss u...&lt;br /&gt;May u sit with our father.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are just too real to be posted on an online blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i lay here... if i just lay here, would u lay with me and just forget the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115619560487583250?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115619560487583250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115619560487583250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115619560487583250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115619560487583250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-in-black.html' title='lost in black'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115556549046166582</id><published>2006-08-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:24:51.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/12-08-06_1954p.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/12-08-06_1954p.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch fireworks!!! at wans work place....&lt;br /&gt;we had to climb up this stupid ladder... it was so freakin high..&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my heart thumping.&lt;br /&gt;but the view was worth it la.&lt;br /&gt;me wan, and his other couple fren were up there at the highest point of the building..&lt;br /&gt;tried to take pics but it was too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/12-08-06_2050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/12-08-06_2050.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/fireworks1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/fireworks1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks we went down to cine.. to slack w our frenz..&lt;br /&gt;it was damn crowded, saw a few hi bye frenz.&lt;br /&gt;then we rode off to boat quay to meet up with andy.&lt;br /&gt;andy sucks. haha. really. andy sucks.&lt;br /&gt;wan and i were just supopsed to eat and head somewhere else..&lt;br /&gt;but andy kneeled infront of me and begged me to go clubbing w them.&lt;br /&gt;we said, we didnt wanna waste money.&lt;br /&gt;and he offered to treat us. everything. @_@&lt;br /&gt;wan got really pissed off.. but to show andy some face, we just followed him.&lt;br /&gt;so wan had to move his bike at the carpark...&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the carpark while i was on the bike,&lt;br /&gt; this angmoh guy winded down his taxi window and shouted at me&lt;br /&gt; "eh.. u wanna suck some cock?"&lt;br /&gt; "U WANT ME TO SUCK UR MINI-COCK? ..!..  kiss my ass"&lt;br /&gt;i told wan to stop the bike. But he didnt hear me.&lt;br /&gt;so NVM. we went to gotham w andy n shaun. BUTTT...&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt bring in the helmets.. so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;had to go all the way back down to lock the helmets.&lt;br /&gt;then on the way BACK to gotham, wan saw rashid, my "EX"&lt;br /&gt;fucking mood spoiler sia... serious.&lt;br /&gt;if i had seen rashid with my own two eyes, things wouldnt have been so pleasent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/13-08-06_2325p.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/13-08-06_2325p.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday went to meet this new guy, Firdah... he was a pretty nice fella.&lt;br /&gt;my first impression of him was kinda like... "this guy is a typical mat.. tattoo and everything"&lt;br /&gt;but thennn.. he's such a sweet funy guy.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about his past and stuff... and he's a changed person =)&lt;br /&gt;we walked past esplanade... and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i saw kino. stupid ass told me he was gonna study =.=&lt;br /&gt;then we met up again later on at marina bay..&lt;br /&gt;i met kino's korean gf, so sweet la she!&lt;br /&gt;went home w kino n gang.. merepek la korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/13-08-06_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/13-08-06_2324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115556549046166582?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115556549046166582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115556549046166582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115556549046166582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115556549046166582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/yoko.html' title='yoko'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115534760595012824</id><published>2006-08-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:53:26.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>janine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/12-08-06_0714%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/12-08-06_0714%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who took this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/04-08-06_0449p.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/04-08-06_0449p.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayang staring at his bike. Scared ppl steal his helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_1541.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_1541.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fann wong n terrence chow came to my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_1542.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_1542.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they filmed with some nursing ppl... i hate..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not doing this post just cos to suck up to janine for not posting about her the other day.&lt;br /&gt;im doing this post cos... it made me think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freakin confused now. And i dont know what to do. ROAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Im finding it hard to keep all my friends satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;guess i lack time management la.&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's an extra someone in the picture, things have gotten&lt;br /&gt;verrry squeezy with time.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA go back to secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;the times with JUST me n janine... in sch&lt;br /&gt;going against the social norms of KC life.&lt;br /&gt;we communicate on a weird frequency.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she's been the only person who&lt;br /&gt;ever ever understood what i've been going thru&lt;br /&gt;who i am... and she can read my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;JANINE. hayz... u're the only one who knows me la k. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;thank God to have found someone like u.&lt;br /&gt;knowing u, u're gonna make fun of this oh so dramatic mambo jambo shit i just posted.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115534760595012824?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115534760595012824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115534760595012824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115534760595012824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115534760595012824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/janine.html' title='janine'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115525509229529618</id><published>2006-08-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:30:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wa happy national day la eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/08-08-06_0622p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/08-08-06_0622p.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/08-08-06_0624p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/08-08-06_0624p.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/08-08-06_0625p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/08-08-06_0625p.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katsuki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/08-08-06_0619p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/08-08-06_0619p.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double tongue piercing?? nah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/08-08-06_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/08-08-06_0639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alot of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;im just tooo damn lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and im barely home. and IF im home, i'd most prob be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;gwaa gwaa gwaa.&lt;br /&gt;so this post i guess is gonna be just for ivan.&lt;br /&gt;ivan wrote a poem for me.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks he's a bloody sweet brother. BUT HE'S NOT!&lt;br /&gt;national day was bloody fun, made a lot of new frenz and coincidentally met&lt;br /&gt;4 grps of good old friends on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEREK-&lt;/span&gt; aiya... 4 yr brother, what can i say. thanks for all the fun we had. and DONT LEAVE ME. u know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IVAN&lt;/span&gt;- ok, this post was for u, pls come back to singapore ASAP. fuck ur sch, fuck ur gf and get ur ass hereeee!! we miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NORRIS&lt;/span&gt;- eh babe, thanks for all the night calls and im sorry i pang seh u tt day. didnt mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARK&lt;/span&gt;- MY GOSH! my lame msn buddy. BILE NK GI MALAYSIA! miss ur bloody lame jokes which nv fail to crack me up la. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KINO- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dont forget this weekend ah!! i miss u sia... SERIOUSLY MISS U TILL CANNOT MISS U ANYMORE LA K. i wanna meet ur korean gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL MY NYP PEEPS. dya, zahid, yati, izat, has,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; elly, hajar, YENNY BABY, hafid, shuan, tyrone, leslie syg,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;im so gonna miss u all during the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To BAEY &amp; JAMES. i hope the ecp chalet was fun for u guys.&lt;br /&gt;To RAYNER! thanks for inviting us to ur bd bbq today, had a lot of mosquito bitess sia.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ritz mansion.&lt;br /&gt;to RIDUAN AKA WAN. aiyaaa.... ur party was dam fun la, bt sry we gt u so drunk...&lt;br /&gt;till u couldnt even ride home. SRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/05082006%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/05082006%28009%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek at our chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/06-08-06_0507.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/06-08-06_0507.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a portion of how fucking messy n fun our chalet was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_0258p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_0258p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan at the kallang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_0307p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_0307p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeee.. mat mat mat.. eeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/10082006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/10082006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek posing with my helmet. power ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_0543.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_0543.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fuck this extra large helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_0539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's mine now. all mine. and im gonna decorate her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/11-08-06_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/11-08-06_0545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u know how some helmets smell like SHIT inside? mine smells freakin nice, i have no idea y.&lt;br /&gt;if only blogs had some smelling device to let u smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115525509229529618?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115525509229529618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115525509229529618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115525509229529618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115525509229529618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/wa-happy-national-day-la-eh.html' title='wa happy national day la eh?'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115460882249987337</id><published>2006-08-03T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:40:22.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just woke up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont know what ive been doing now a days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really. i forgot what i've been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all i remember is that... i didnt go to school on monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i went to school on tuesday for night class... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but i slacked around with shuan n tyrone, smoking in school.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to malaysia after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/01-08-06_2053%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/01-08-06_2053%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shaun is gonna die young. just look at the way he smokes man. terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/01-08-06_2052%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/01-08-06_2052%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tryone. nice name. stupid boy. LOL. joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then on wednesday... which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late, i went down to PS to meet derek n guan...&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to  buy pressies but didnt have cash.&lt;br /&gt;so we just shopped around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/02082006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/02082006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, derek n guan. =D yeah, derek's behind the mirror half naked and tts guans legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/02082006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/02082006%28001%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then we went to balestier to catch a movie... "click"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and i remember i cried in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREAKING SAD SHOW! EVERYONE GO WATCH CLICK!!&lt;br /&gt;thennnnnn.... riduan fetched me from balestier&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  went to eat dinner.. went shopping at like 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;did u know singapore had a 24hr shopping centre??&lt;br /&gt;mustaffa centre. wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner.. slacked around then we went to mount faber.&lt;br /&gt;talked for like 3 hours. then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/03-08-06_0339.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/03-08-06_0339.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wan trying to act cool on his bike. i said dont move =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/03-08-06_0340.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/03-08-06_0340.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He thinks he's super man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/03-08-06_0341.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/03-08-06_0341.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally la eh? a good pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115460882249987337?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115460882249987337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115460882249987337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115460882249987337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115460882249987337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-woke-up.html' title='i just woke up'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115429088434943657</id><published>2006-07-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:27:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27072006%28001%29sg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27072006%28001%29sg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my monkey face la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29-07-06_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29-07-06_0352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. ive got a retarded thumb thanks to the japanese father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29-07-06_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29-07-06_0241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;main point here is... this is my new ink. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spent my weekend with derek chan again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was as fun as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but yesterday i kinda... pang seh them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so he's angry at me now. =( ok la... this time im gonna admit it was my fault. w/o excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT i dont think about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i may be lazy, i may be late due to vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, the aircon man came over yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he was kinda cute. stupid me, i told derek i thought the air con man was cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he shouted "WAT! U THINK THE AIR CON MAN CUTE AH??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in front of mr.air con man. fuck la. paiseh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what to do, kinda expected of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went to bugis... derek is cute when he plays HOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and its a good thing he plays HOD, it draws in the crowd at the arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to mention cute guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, thanks for trying not to die tt day derek. the eye candy was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/WA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/WA.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;derek playing HOD. Eye candy. u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1956.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he draws in the crowd man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after bugis we headed down to marina south to have some dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and we saw these stupid drunk teenage kids. barely 15.. and they were puking by the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so we came up with this idea... to call the cops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;derek went to call 999.... HOHOHO. we were so pumped man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excitedly waiting for the cops. BUT THENN they took so damn long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the kids had already went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it took the police like 30mins to get to marina south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking spoiler la. we the pao to kias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29072006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29072006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks like we aint in singapore rite? we're in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29-07-06_1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29-07-06_1932.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esprite shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29072006%28001%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29072006%28001%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;derek n me and marina south mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/29072006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/29072006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cool floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115429088434943657?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115429088434943657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115429088434943657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115429088434943657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115429088434943657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/d-days.html' title='d days'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115398626725718346</id><published>2006-07-27T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:44:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whos got control of that damn smoke machine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My babies. My room. mine mine mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smoke machine man! can u count the ciggies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is where 10 yrs of catholic school has brought me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's hand is tt man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/23-07-06_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/23-07-06_2304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend's work place. can u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/23-07-06_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/23-07-06_2305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loaded with pics all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/27-07-06_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/27-07-06_1430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SKL. it made my lose my voice =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/23-07-06_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/23-07-06_2306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his wrk place has a bed for him n his frenz to slp. SLACKER LIFE sia. envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just got bored and decided to snap random pics.&lt;br /&gt;had presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;and that STUPID SKL CIGS made me lose my voice just before presentation.&lt;br /&gt;roar! never the less... im super woman. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to wan's "work place". freaking hell. i dont think its even called work if u're not doing&lt;br /&gt;any damn thing man. The room was nice though. pics of them all over the walls.&lt;br /&gt;some funny gay pics.. some mad ass drunk pics. shit loada stuff.&lt;br /&gt;saw his ibanez....... awwww... damn. b-e-a uuutiful.&lt;br /&gt;after which he tompang me home on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;he says i sit on his bike like an ah lian. dammit! what an insult.&lt;br /&gt;shall practice being a good pillon tonight when i go m'sia w chris. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH room nicer?! mine or wan's. ok la... duh. wan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep, wakeup, smoke, eat, smoke, school, smoke, walk, smoke, home smoke, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. shaun my smoking khaki, u just plainly rock socks. Poly life would be a bore without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115398626725718346?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115398626725718346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115398626725718346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115398626725718346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115398626725718346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/whos-got-control-of-that-damn-smoke.html' title='whos got control of that damn smoke machine!'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115384678686108665</id><published>2006-07-25T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:59:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxAI6Yd6diI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JxAI6Yd6diI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he came down with his new gf last night&lt;br /&gt;and it hurt me a little. but i just laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;if not, there'll be a shit lod of conflict between our groups. confirm.&lt;br /&gt;and sooner or later, they'll fight with each other.&lt;br /&gt;i know im just lying to myeslf every damn day.&lt;br /&gt;but when he got into a fight last night cos of lao tzi.&lt;br /&gt;and got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;that was worst than anything i could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt hide it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;where was his gf when he tio dai ji? laughing w his ginna.&lt;br /&gt;where was she when his hands were bleeding? playing billard.&lt;br /&gt;damn tt bitch la.&lt;br /&gt;at least if she was there to look after him..&lt;br /&gt;my heart wouldnt feel so.. so... argh.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to help him but... then i thought again.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la, i shouldnt be the one helping him, it should be his gf.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could feel my heart...&lt;br /&gt;after all the plastic laughters came the reality of silence.&lt;br /&gt;i left him alone, turned my back and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;each step i walked further away frm him, the more i felt my heart break.&lt;br /&gt;everyone asked what's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i just couldnt explain it. The person i used to love was fucking bleeding infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;i just said i was tired. some could see right thru me, some were just blur.&lt;br /&gt;angmo kio, one year here and it's already held so many memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la. waiter!! 1 new boyfriend pls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115384678686108665?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115384678686108665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115384678686108665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115384678686108665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115384678686108665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/pain2.html' title='pain2'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115374142866076313</id><published>2006-07-24T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:43:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's happening to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's a big fat mess.&lt;br /&gt;we live in poop&lt;br /&gt;and we are poop people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat night i went down to feiying again. lifeless. i know.&lt;br /&gt;give me a life and i'll live it, but for now, let me live this lifeless life.&lt;br /&gt;it was someone's birthday some lao ta or something.&lt;br /&gt;saw  a few ah beng frenz, didnt really wana drink&lt;br /&gt;so i just sat with ah boy.&lt;br /&gt;after a while... this huge fight started. Bottles started flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;chairs were smashed.&lt;br /&gt;lights were broken.&lt;br /&gt;the walls were dented.&lt;br /&gt;all the lao pui shouting at each other.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this old guy who ran and stood on the stage and shouted&lt;br /&gt;"KNNB CCB! KAKI NANG!! KAKI NANG LA!"&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was a bit scared. for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;it was nothing compared to katong last time&lt;br /&gt;when kelvin kena stabbed in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. all the ginna ran to help them la... they pulled out&lt;br /&gt;the injured people. and brought them to this room.&lt;br /&gt;wa lan. i was kinda freaked out ah... the bloody was oozing outta this guys head.&lt;br /&gt;damn man. it was damn grose.&lt;br /&gt;helped out a bit la. tried to stop the blood and shit&lt;br /&gt;but got blood all over my jeans =.=&lt;br /&gt;ok then finally... things got settled then...&lt;br /&gt;another fight came along.&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting at counter. and the fight was just beside counter. damn man,&lt;br /&gt;they anyhow wack each other. i was just stunned.&lt;br /&gt;hayz. couldnt be bothered with this kinda ah beng shit.&lt;br /&gt;sitoh wanted to patch w me tt night.&lt;br /&gt;but a lot of things happened tt night.&lt;br /&gt;just started to hate him alot suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night went to bugis to eat with my besties.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny sia. we couldnt eat finish the steam boat&lt;br /&gt;so we just stuffed everything into the soup&lt;br /&gt;and guan was forced to eat everything.&lt;br /&gt;damn grose.&lt;br /&gt;then didnt have money to go home so irwan fetched me frm bugis&lt;br /&gt;went to slack at his wrk place for a while then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.... boring la. just went school for half an hour then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115374142866076313?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115374142866076313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115374142866076313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115374142866076313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115374142866076313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/blood.html' title='blood'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115354349425711957</id><published>2006-07-21T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:22:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been thinking recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the point of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;People judge me on how i look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the actual fact is, i dont even really know who i am at all.&lt;br /&gt;Some people dont even know what to call me.&lt;br /&gt;so most call me minah-lian. =.=&lt;br /&gt;am i a minah or a lian? i DONT WANNA BE EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;some call me PUNK?&lt;br /&gt;wooooo.. dunno wat to say about tt one.&lt;br /&gt;some call me a tomboy, some call me a bimbo?&lt;br /&gt;that's 2 totally different people dammit.&lt;br /&gt;some think im chinese educated [amazingly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but im an english educated kid.&lt;br /&gt;some think im friendly, some think im dao&lt;br /&gt;some think im an extrovert, some think im an introvert.&lt;br /&gt;do u see the confusion in my head???&lt;br /&gt;guess i just need some time on my own&lt;br /&gt;to figure out who i am and stop making people confused.&lt;br /&gt;One thing about me, i realise is that i do things on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;i go with the flow&lt;br /&gt;and as a result, i tend to do things half way.&lt;br /&gt;which is a very bad habbit.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i encouter a problem, i chao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM. im gone in a sec. like work. like school. like friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday just hope to find someone who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; like...&lt;br /&gt;instead of someone who likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;toto and batman stayed over last night.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to sleep at like 12am.&lt;br /&gt;BUT those stupid idiots decided to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;and i never thought tom and jerry could be so damn funny esp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with them around. we cracked up at every scene. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of... my past.&lt;br /&gt;we shared every single ciggie, every drink, every food tt came our way.&lt;br /&gt;mainly cos we were damn broke.&lt;br /&gt;and then at like 6 plus they woke up at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and started talking a lot.... till it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;they were saying that they both had bad dreams which woke them up.&lt;br /&gt;batman dreamt tt he was chasing de li around amk central&lt;br /&gt;and beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;when we heard tt we were all kinda... "oh man, what does tt dream mean"&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitoh dreamt tt he got chopped with a parang..............&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. lol&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;meaningless dream.&lt;br /&gt;we all woke up at the same time and went to our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;toto went to camp&lt;br /&gt;batman went to work&lt;br /&gt;and i went to school =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/batman-9725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/batman-9725.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the idiots came up with this. me, max and sitoh.&lt;br /&gt;tag team.&lt;br /&gt;batgirl, batman and robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heard this thing about sitoh "sitoh is one of the best tao, he know how to look after everyone so well. Now no more under him le, so sad... sometimes i think about it i also cry. miss him alot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... stioh sitoh sitoh. good brother, bad boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115354349425711957?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115354349425711957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115354349425711957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115354349425711957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115354349425711957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-in-singapore.html' title='lost in singapore'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115313541746055406</id><published>2006-07-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T04:23:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/09072006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/09072006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH!!! thats all 17 of us!!! big big outting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/22062006%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/22062006%28024%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Derek trying to scare me with his tongue. ooo.. scary... yeah.. sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok this was a candid shot i SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is yoko with endless hours to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS MY EYEBROW PIERCING DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no freaking idea where my best gal pal went!&lt;br /&gt;nadiah bte azman has officially gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;well. i woke up at like what?? 4am today.&lt;br /&gt;such a weird timing sia. i felt kinda weird, like u're in the middle of no where. LIFELESS.&lt;br /&gt;used the com for a while then toto called me and asked me to go down to central.&lt;br /&gt;so i bathed, changed and decided to go to school straight frm central.&lt;br /&gt;ok this part is kinda scary la... as i was walking to central which is like 2 bus stops away frm my hse, at 445 am  i was stoning as usual, looking at the ground, walking, when suddenly&lt;br /&gt;i saw this shadow behind me. so i just moved aside la, thinking it was someone behind me.&lt;br /&gt;but then... i turned around, and no one was there. have no freakin idea if it was something&lt;br /&gt;or if it was just me. aiya. i think its just me la.&lt;br /&gt;that happened like 1/4 way to amk central.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the 3/4 way... believe me... i was so damn paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;i kept forcing myself to look infront cos u know the saying la....&lt;br /&gt;if u think there's something behind u, dont turn back.&lt;br /&gt;just act as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;but its hard sia... just feel so KPO, wanna know wats behind u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached central... saw toto in his civil defence unifrom. haha. kinda cute la.&lt;br /&gt;i love men in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;same old routine la... play billard, play dai di, slack, talk cock, eat free breakfast&lt;br /&gt;then fuck off! go to school!&lt;br /&gt;happy go lucky carefree life.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i go to school everyday, study for exams, keep away frm drugs,&lt;br /&gt;dont fall in love.. my life will be a BLISS. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school. and did stupid things. was kinda curious about this classmate of mine.&lt;br /&gt;his life's been a mystery to me. i duno wat he likes, wat he does. TOTAL MYSTERY&lt;br /&gt;so i went to ask him today la... "wats ur life like"&lt;br /&gt;then he just said "u spend a week with me la, eveywhere i go u follow"&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda shocked sia. but it seems like a good offer.&lt;br /&gt;really curious how people lead their lives.&lt;br /&gt;if only life came wit an instruction manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being single can be boring. dont u agree?&lt;br /&gt;just not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115313541746055406?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115313541746055406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115313541746055406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115313541746055406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115313541746055406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115241668312336087</id><published>2006-07-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:44:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im jealous.&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone have a stead now a days.&lt;br /&gt;im like the only one who's alone. i dont even like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;gotta change my mindset. i should stop looking for a bf&lt;br /&gt;COS the right one will come along one day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been out of the house a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;mostly been hanging out at balestier and amk central...&lt;br /&gt;and im sick again. i think guan's dead grandma's spirit doesnt like me&lt;br /&gt;staying over at his place or something... cos everytime i stay over,&lt;br /&gt;i get sick. have a very very sore throat. damn pain. cant even talk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slept till like 4pm today then slacked at home&lt;br /&gt;at about 2am i called max to get my laptop back,&lt;br /&gt;my inital plan for the day was just to get the laptop n go home n SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;cos i need rest.&lt;br /&gt;but then... max made me wait for an hour at amk central&lt;br /&gt;so i got bored and went up to feiying.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah.. big mistake la.&lt;br /&gt;played billard for like 5hrs?&lt;br /&gt;then follow deli play his stupid jackpot thing until lose 100+&lt;br /&gt;then he sent me to the bus stop. haha, still want to chia my cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its like 1130 now and im supposed to meet the rest at 1&lt;br /&gt;for a BIG meeting. A reunion much needed.&lt;br /&gt;about 15 of us going. and its the first time im gonna meet up w jiarong&lt;br /&gt;just cos i didnt have a partner for today.&lt;br /&gt;well... plan to eat seoul garden at bugis then catch a movie at cine.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll be totally shagged by then la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my baby back, gonna upload pics soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115241668312336087?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115241668312336087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115241668312336087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115241668312336087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115241668312336087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115215186154515939</id><published>2006-07-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:11:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I didnt sleep&lt;br /&gt;cos i had school at 9am...&lt;br /&gt;I cleaneeeeed myself...&lt;br /&gt;i brushedddd my teeth&lt;br /&gt;i forrrrceddd myself to go to schoooooollll&lt;br /&gt;i dressed myself up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;i packed my bag&lt;br /&gt;and i rushed to school.&lt;br /&gt;and then.........&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASS. teacher never come.&lt;br /&gt;and my next lesson is like at 1.&lt;br /&gt;WTF RIGHT. WTH. OMG. MAD. ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;i am so blooooody pissed off at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;somemore its raining! so shiok. i should be home! sleeeeeping k.&lt;br /&gt;okie. okie??? im going home to sleep now. im not going for math later on.&lt;br /&gt;im just gona slp all the way. sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. sleeeeeeeeeeeep la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste my 90cents to come to school. idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115215186154515939?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115215186154515939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115215186154515939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115215186154515939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115215186154515939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='arghhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115214474720180680</id><published>2006-07-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:12:27.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lappy gone missing =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i just realised that&lt;br /&gt;my laptop has gone missing for a bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;kino, if u're reading this... I need it back by this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;my mummy needs to do some office work. =D paiseh&lt;br /&gt;can upload pics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... its erm... like 8am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;and it just started raining. so shiok sia. feel like sleeping already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i got school at 9... havent slpt yet.&lt;br /&gt;my internal clock got problem la... havent been sleeping at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;been hanging out w max toto jackson n deli.&lt;br /&gt;slack with them till 9 in the morning then go home slp till night.&lt;br /&gt;but today got school! damn.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i miss toto but we're not serious.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt serious with him, how can i expect him to be serious w me.&lt;br /&gt;we just got no..... no..... relationship quality??&lt;br /&gt;playing billard, playing dai di... all this shit reminds both of us&lt;br /&gt;of the times we were together. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;gotta adjust my clock back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;actually i pretty much planned out my day already.&lt;br /&gt;after school, meet dc go gaigai, most probably bugis&lt;br /&gt;go buy stuff or suazzz stuff i should say.&lt;br /&gt;bugis got a lot of act-jap ppl. canot tahan. esp the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but the guys... wooooooot. they are quite hot ah.&lt;br /&gt;FYI. im a jap therefore i have the right to classify ppl as "act-jap" ppl.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;saw this super er... obese... ahlian/actjap/act cute girl&lt;br /&gt;at bugis. er... damn sickening.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. dont these people have mirrors at home or something?&lt;br /&gt;they look horrid in those clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least wear something more decent and ppl wont notice ure tt fat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;damn, im mean. sry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toto =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/i%20like.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/i%20like.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115214474720180680?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115214474720180680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115214474720180680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115214474720180680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115214474720180680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/lappy-gone-missing.html' title='lappy gone missing =('/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115160537800515051</id><published>2006-06-29T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:22:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sickest sicko is sick to the bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SICKEST SICKO IS SICK TO THE BONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick. this sucks. my head is throbbing at its like 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;my tummy still feels like shit.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is no one's here to look after me.&lt;br /&gt;guess i've been pampered too much by my ex's and by my mum.&lt;br /&gt;now tt im independent. i cant really depend on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school is starting to suck.&lt;br /&gt;close to getting kicked out AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is so... fucked up. u have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;the only person who used to be there for me has a new friend. JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;omg. it is said tt God doesnt give u anything u cant handle.&lt;br /&gt;well God, i cant really handle this at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i need help.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be pampered again. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a new friend. frm the yr1 math class. see! i knew it!&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt so bad after all. im capable of making frenz with total strangers.&lt;br /&gt;and he's super nice to me. but i kinda forgot his name,&lt;br /&gt;bad at memorizing chinese names. hsiu chi. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway made a few new frenz on frenster. pretty nice guys&lt;br /&gt;hope one of them at least would be a close fren in the future.&lt;br /&gt;jiarong frm spencer's grp.&lt;br /&gt;maroon frm God knows where. but he's a designer. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;lastly... IQ! he added me on msn. used to have this huge crush on him&lt;br /&gt;and now he's talking to me about this windows xp sounds scheme&lt;br /&gt;which says every letter u type out.&lt;br /&gt;its super funny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, i guess its true. let go of the past, live in the present and love the future.&lt;br /&gt;i will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115160537800515051?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115160537800515051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115160537800515051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at all.&lt;br /&gt;feeling like fuck right now.&lt;br /&gt;i cant adapt to changes at all.&lt;br /&gt;firstly. the change from school to holiday&lt;br /&gt;was pretty ok since i could slack at home&lt;br /&gt;but i felt like i had nothing to do and the boredom killed me.&lt;br /&gt;bt it got better after meeting up w derek.&lt;br /&gt;now.. the change frm holiday to school&lt;br /&gt;is totally killing me with all the exams and projects.&lt;br /&gt;the change frm mum wrking one job to 2 jobs is anther killer&lt;br /&gt;the change frm me not working to working EARLY mornings on weekends is killing me more.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. and now i have a nasty tummy problem.&lt;br /&gt;wtf!&lt;br /&gt;fuck this shit man. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss derek.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i miss shaun.. ok tt was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115152280644655459?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115152280644655459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115152280644655459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115152280644655459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115152280644655459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/fucked-up-tummy-down.html' title='fucked up tummy down'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115131496152012459</id><published>2006-06-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:48:11.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cherry berry's merry fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First day of school is not what i expected it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usually someone would call me to ask where i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but today. no one. thank god for dya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first lesson was bpo test. flunked it i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and elaine was infront of me somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept looking at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it made me lose focus on my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept thinking if he was happier w her than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept thinking whats wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought n thought n thought till i forgot i was having a test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh well... later in wong kb's lecture one of her frenz gave me a bitchy stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ooooo. makes u wonder what the hell is going on doesnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just.... dont wanna know whats going on. im just gona wait till...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till.. tmr's night class with d3 to find out. if they all dont talk to me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've got nothing to say but that justins a bastard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i didnt do anything wrong. but God knows what he told her to make her so pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and God knows what she told her class.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just over-thinking too damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the ppl in nyp... some may be friendly and nice&lt;br /&gt;but most just cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i went into engineering informatics in nyp.&lt;br /&gt;i bet other courses or even other schools&lt;br /&gt;would have much more fun ppl.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. got another test tmr. serious lack of slp.&lt;br /&gt;gona push derek off and fall asleep on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson of the day: never tell anyone about ur love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off in a dampened mood today.&lt;br /&gt;-Mizuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115131496152012459?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115131496152012459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115131496152012459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115131496152012459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115131496152012459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/cherry-berrys-merry-fairy.html' title='cherry berry&apos;s merry fairy'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115115115174734235</id><published>2006-06-24T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:23:57.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer bonkerzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/22062006%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/22062006%28004%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/21062006%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/21062006%28010%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are actually standing in the middle of the fountain ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/21062006%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/21062006%28014%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOCCER FEVEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; first game port bet 40 win 80 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its little la. BUT its means a lot to us&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis to buy my shirt&lt;br /&gt;then we went to guan's to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle tiger, 1 bottle heiniken and 1 bottle jim bean&lt;br /&gt;can do shit loads to ur brain... and ur tummy.&lt;br /&gt;we played 5 10&lt;br /&gt;until they both went to the toilet to puke.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. was laffing at them, calling them noob all.&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTT.. at like 8am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i felt my tummy churning... and... i started feeling like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i TRIED to hold in my vomit ahh..... BUT THENNNNNN..&lt;br /&gt;i puked =.= lucky they sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; brazil vs japan, bet total goal 3. LOSE&lt;br /&gt;Corentia WIN &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went amk central to watch.&lt;br /&gt;saw a fren. derek got bird shit on his shirt while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;derek spilled coke. I spilled milo.&lt;br /&gt;MONEY COMING IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Ukraine vs Tunisia. LOSE.&lt;br /&gt;Togo vs France WIN&lt;br /&gt;swiss vs korea WIN&lt;br /&gt;Saudi vs Spain WIN. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. didnt win much&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;i went to bet myself. duno if can make it or not.&lt;br /&gt;but just played for fun.&lt;br /&gt;not so confident&lt;br /&gt;JUST PRAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;germany and mexico GOGOGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was dam funny. derek and i were walking to amk mrt.&lt;br /&gt;then got this MAT walking past us.&lt;br /&gt;he banged into derek la.&lt;br /&gt;then they got into a bit of a ... heated talk.&lt;br /&gt;then decided to go their seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. derek gonna go cut n dye his hair black to look more guai.&lt;br /&gt;good luck derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload pics when i get my laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115115115174734235?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115115115174734235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115115115174734235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115115115174734235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115115115174734235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-bonkerzz.html' title='soccer bonkerzz'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115084516779259900</id><published>2006-06-20T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:26:13.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish myself happy birthday. landy wen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is for the non-chinese speaking ppl. (like myself)&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate chinese songs, chinese class. just the chinese language in general.&lt;br /&gt;dont know whats happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a really nice song. ok. JUST LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo zhi dao shang xing bu neng gai bian shen me&lt;br /&gt;I know that sadness cannot change anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na me rang wo cheng shi yi dian&lt;br /&gt;Then, let me be honest a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheng shi er mei you bu neng kong zhi de xuan xie&lt;br /&gt;Honesty, but without control over the divulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhi yao guan shang le men bu bi li shui&lt;br /&gt;As long as the door is closed, don't care about anyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yi ge ren zhuo zai kong dang de bao xiang li mian&lt;br /&gt;One person sitting in an empty stall of a theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shou ji rang ta xiu xi yi ye&lt;br /&gt;Moblie phone, let it rest for a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nan xiang qie ge qie diao hui yi de hua mian&lt;br /&gt;Difficult, tried to cut away the images of the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan lei bu neng liu guo shi er dian&lt;br /&gt;Tears cannot flow past twelve o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheng ri kuai le wo dui zi ji shuo la zhu dian le ji mo liang le&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, I say this to myself, the candle is lit, the loneliness becomes colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheng ri kuai le lei ye rong le wo yao xie xie ni ge de ni na zhou de yi qie&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, tears have melted, I want to thank everything you have given and taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai ai ni dai yi dian hen hai yao shi jian cai neng pin heng&lt;br /&gt;Still love you with a little hatred, still need time to balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re lian shang hen hua mian chong sheng zhu wo sheng ri~kuai le&lt;br /&gt;Passionate love's wounds, the rebirth of images, wishing me a Happy Birthday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115084516779259900?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115084516779259900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115084516779259900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115084516779259900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115084516779259900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-myself-happy-birthday-landy-wen.html' title='wish myself happy birthday. landy wen'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115082360367748260</id><published>2006-06-20T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:07:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jump up n down n all around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is done so just cut it up and throw it away. its useless to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am in deep deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;Give me someone to crush over&lt;br /&gt;and i will forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this while...&lt;br /&gt;after this whole year of crushing.&lt;br /&gt;justin's an ass?&lt;br /&gt;wow. i think im like an asshole magnet or something.&lt;br /&gt;well... i really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;thought he did too, but after we broke up...&lt;br /&gt;he just went and found himself another girl.&lt;br /&gt;that shows how much he likes me doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;but let's just fuck it alright?&lt;br /&gt;make myself immune to this.&lt;br /&gt;i just want my diploma and im out.&lt;br /&gt;i will get over this. as long as people stop reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;bottom line. NO MORE GUYS FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115082360367748260?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115082360367748260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115082360367748260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115082360367748260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115082360367748260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/jump-up-n-down-n-all-around.html' title='jump up n down n all around.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115075100972325553</id><published>2006-06-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:04:38.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone call the shrink pls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Ok. what do u wan me to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was a freakin boring day la.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to meet up with peizhen at 12 for the interview&lt;br /&gt;but... as usual i woke up late. 715pm to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;hate waking up late, but i cant help it. im a pig. yaye =.=&lt;br /&gt;so u can imagine, i was pretty glad to know tt pz cancelled the&lt;br /&gt;meeting thing cos the guy went missing or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;SO... there went my days' plans, down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;nua-ed all the way.&lt;br /&gt;am still nua-ing.&lt;br /&gt;watched Lord of the rings on ch5. i never liked it&lt;br /&gt;but i was just too freakin bored, and i actually enjoyed evey min of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniiiiwaeeee...&lt;br /&gt;okasan decided to get me a new name&lt;br /&gt;to improve my luck or something.&lt;br /&gt;me and derek searched up a name.&lt;br /&gt;and we came up with Mizuki. yup.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be in my IC.&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Nina Mizuki Katsuki.&lt;br /&gt;no comments on the name la.&lt;br /&gt;since mum wants it, i will be a good girl and get it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hp was very oddly quiet today.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt kind of empty.&lt;br /&gt;No one was looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to 1 msg and 5 missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;frm the same person, pz.&lt;br /&gt;sad la.&lt;br /&gt;miss sitoh's missed calls in the wee hrs.&lt;br /&gt;miss acits 100 missed calls at 7.&lt;br /&gt;miss justin's msgs.&lt;br /&gt;miss derek's lame msgs once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;miss marcus's pestering.&lt;br /&gt;miss max jio-ing me out to amk.&lt;br /&gt;miss kino calling me to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships spoil friendships.&lt;br /&gt;thats what ive realised. no more for me.&lt;br /&gt;just gonna wait for the person to come to me&lt;br /&gt;instead of looking for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. about the justin thing.&lt;br /&gt;i've kind of made up my mind on it already.&lt;br /&gt;since i've always been the one msging him and calling him.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna stop. cos i feel like its useless.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt appreciate it. or he doesnt know how to show he appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;like today.&lt;br /&gt;i controlled myself frm msging or calling him.&lt;br /&gt;and i was online the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw justin come online...&lt;br /&gt;my heart... it skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;and i just acted dao la. nv msg him and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and he msged me.&lt;br /&gt;then told me he was going out and tt he would sms me.&lt;br /&gt;he was unusually nice and entertaining today.&lt;br /&gt;so i was kinda like "hey, are u really justin"&lt;br /&gt;and he video conferenced me.&lt;br /&gt;shit la. i miss him. shut up yoko. hayz.&lt;br /&gt;whats urs is urs. whats urs can never be urs no matter how u try.&lt;br /&gt;something i will never forget comming out of the mouth of my armed rival.&lt;br /&gt;well ppl... its true.&lt;br /&gt;justins not mine.&lt;br /&gt;so much for the fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what? i dont know if im looking for a bf or a bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i want more girlfriends...&lt;br /&gt;cos i know if i become best friends with guys,&lt;br /&gt;someone's gonna like each other...&lt;br /&gt;and things are gonna mess up big time... like... some others.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to jio me out to town to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;or someone to jio me to DXO or LR or Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;someone to accompany me to make IC.&lt;br /&gt;someone to keep me company when im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;someone to invite me to events.&lt;br /&gt;someone to smoke shee sha with.&lt;br /&gt;someone to play pool with.&lt;br /&gt;just someone i can get to know very well. like a sister/bro i never had.&lt;br /&gt;something like derek and i.&lt;br /&gt;just that derek is kinda busy with his sch n new frenz. =(&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;im going off. its 5am. waiting for my cheese prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115075100972325553?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115075100972325553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115075100972325553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115075100972325553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115075100972325553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-call-shrink-pls.html' title='someone call the shrink pls.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-115066348960754257</id><published>2006-06-18T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T07:38:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of rotten tomatoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my best friends actually read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its good to know people actually care ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;found a new reason for me to bl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;og, tt would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to let my friends know what ive been up to. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the past 4 days i've had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;est fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun, something i havent felt in a pretty long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Tuesday after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;noon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Derek and I went to MJ's saloon at hougang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to get m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y hair done =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that was like the first day i met derek.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he kept bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;bbering about kim, hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;s ex. hahaha. poor guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;understand how he feels la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Aunty susan did a great jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;b with m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;y hair a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;s usual.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and she remembered my n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ame this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;derek playing with pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/13-06-06_1528.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/13-06-06_1528.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;smoking outside MJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/13-06-06_1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/13-06-06_1522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;fter MJ's me n derek headed down to Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to meet his classmates JJ, Yiling and Yiling's bf adrian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Met them at Tanjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ng beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Adrian was flairing wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;th bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;REMINDED ME OF ASH AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;fuck man. felt like going up to them and showing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;some REAL flare moves. fucking noobs. LOL. jk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;slacked around there, sat down by the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;they drank abit of burben coke &amp; beers... but i didnt touch any. go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;od yoko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;saw some fire ball flarers too.. fucking cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i wanna learn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after that went home... and broke up with Justin. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;DONT TALK ABOUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;fucking......... argh. nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;u&gt; Thursday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Decided to meet up with derek today today so that we wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;uld be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;able to get up for the Malaysia trip earlier tmr =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Met derek at PS. and i was an hour late cos i woke up so freaking la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;te! damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we walked around PS, ate long john and tried on some lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;e clothes la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;saw Kenneth. hate him but said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; hi anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Then we decided that since we both didnt have cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we'd go to balestier to sneak into a movie instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;wanan sneak into cinema macham MISSION IMPPOSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;fucking tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;derek had to run up n down the stair way just so that we both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;could sneak into the cinema. but i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;t was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we watched Silent Hill. nice show. and the FUCKER tried to scare me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;by crawling under the seat and grabbing my leg. he made me jump ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Then we met kian guan and went for so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;me prata sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;per.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;guan was talking about shi hui, his new crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;she told guan tt i was pretty awww *blush*!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the stupid prata uncle damn good at cheating money ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after we finished eating, we went to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he anyhow wack the price of the prata and ice milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;then TRIED to make us pay extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;then nvm.. i gave him like 4 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;was supposed to get back like 1.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but i got back only 30 c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the uncle think he dam pro, can anyhow cheat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my money =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;cheee toot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;then played billards with them.... it made me get a sitoh flashba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;miss that idiot =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after billards, we went to stay over at guans place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;watched WetDreams2 freaking funny show sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;then slept..... and slept... and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;slepptt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Friday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;alaysia Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;*Smacks* tts how i woke up. derek just slaped my leg to wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we were supposed to meet kian guan's 3 othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;r frenz at like 10.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;by the time i woke up it was like 9.45??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and i was the last to wake up. fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;rushed down to kranji... but we were 1 hr late=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;made his frenz kinda pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;but WHY CARE? i dont even know them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so i didnt really give a shi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Malaysia was freaking fun la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;everytime we got a litt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;le sian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we would just SMOKE, SMOKE AND SMOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;E!!! WOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and we ate and ate and ate. i think we ate li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ke 3 meals between 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;pm and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 6m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;derek and me at holiday inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/16-06-06_1447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/16-06-06_1447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Malaysia gangsters  ah!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/wa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha... our extreme make-over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;derek on the stupid osim horse thing. 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style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  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we smoke in m'sia. come back singapore also can smoke. 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style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/16-06-06_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/16-06-06_2014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt derek wanted to dye hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;so he came over to my house to dye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;we  ate at home, my mum bought a lot of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;then we went  to find hair dye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;but so fucking sway tt amk the 7-11 all dont sell dye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;so we had to walk all the way to amk central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i saw toh kia, samuel, kino and max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;they damn dao. and i was dam pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that they didnt even acknowledge me.&lt;br /&gt;used to be so close to them.... the amk ppl. but... fuck love relaionships la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so i just aked them for dye and fucked off from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ANYWAY... we DIDNT GET DYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so we decided to wait the next day to buy the dye frm watsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;we went home and knocked out straight away. zzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Today me and derek woke up pretty late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; we had dinner and went down to watsons to buy t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he dye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; we helped each other dye then we ate more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; fucking ate a lot sia. i swear. dam full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 2 days of non stop eating will make u shit a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; after dying hair, we nua-ed all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; and we made my room a big mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; my mum calls it the pig sty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; it was so messy, i decided to take a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this used to be my computer table&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18-06-06_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18-06-06_0129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then we slept some more till the next day.&lt;br /&gt;sounds kinda boring dont it?&lt;br /&gt;but believe me, slacking with an old bro like derek&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;is much more fun than going out to meet my other frenz.&lt;br /&gt;DEREK u rock socks la.&lt;br /&gt;missed the feeling of slacking with someone u're so fucking comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all the foul language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Woke up today with derek beside me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; 3rd day spent with him ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; really feels like old days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; woke up and saw him playing dota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; he woke me up and asked if i wanted to follow him meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; marcus and guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; OF COS I WANT LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; how long never see marcus sia. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; we changed and left my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; went down to his house so he could change and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; met kian guan at his house bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; frm the bus stop, me guan and derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; walked to dereks house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; thennnnnnnnnnnnnn when we reached there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; i wished his dad happy fathers day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; and thennnnnn... derek got scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; his mum started crying... something me n guan are very used to seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; we've been his frenz for so long, we know how his parents are la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; so we just decided to wait for him downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; we waited for like half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; and poor marcus was alone at orchard ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; then we rushed down la, since marcus was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; BUT. maki came along and derek talked to her for a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; his crush, wat do u expect??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; i was getting kind of sick of waiting for him the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; luckily he told us to go find marcus first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; if not, i surely fuck him up infront of her lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; i hate to wait for ppl. altho i always make ppl wait for me la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; i know its unfair. bt... HAHA. ok. im gonna change tt part of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; im not gonna be late anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; met MARCUS! miss this bro man. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; we went to watch SHES THE MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; FUCKING funny show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; lol. not a waste of my 9.50 sia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; derek.me.marcus &amp; guan. love them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18062006%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18062006%28007%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me and derek with our malaysian cigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18062006%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18062006%28006%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up lido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18062006%28009%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18062006%28009%29.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at marcus's bimbo face. cannot tahan. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/1600/18062006%28008%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7251/2605/320/18062006%28008%29.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;andddd..... after the show. we all went our seperate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thought of going down to find justin. miss him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but he like tired after wrk n stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so i just took a bus home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on the bus, my hp went flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and when i reached home and charged my hp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i saw derek's msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he said after spending so many days with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he felt empty without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so sweet right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;anyway. he just woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and im about to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so IM DONE BLOGGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its 7am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and i got to meet pz later at 2pm for the job interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IM GOING TO SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;maybe my mum buying prata breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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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-25010692.post-115029712973421762</id><published>2006-06-14T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:20:21.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only life &amp; love had instruction manuals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. i am seriously bored to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what do i do when im bored? good question. i start thinkin bout the most irrelevant things. like.. how many ex guys do i REALLY have. wow. wat a brain teaser. thanks for that bimbo moment. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Gosh. this pink skirt totally makes me feel like.... fat! get me a diet bar.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate doing this... but its been bugging me like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*holds breathe* so here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these are my ex boyfriends, going along with the time line here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Val aka Zeipher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Crystabelle aka chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Benny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marc Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; DEREK CHAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hafyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MHD RASHID BIN YATIM aka ASH aka ACIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sitoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not a fucking slut. ppl just like me.... cos im jap. AND THAT SUCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate singaporeans... most of them. they like.... "cute" and "jap" and "kawaii" and "hentai" and "innocent" JEEZ. No matter what happens.. i only treat it like i had 2 ex boyfriends. so who ever asks me how many ex's i got im just gona say 2.&lt;br /&gt;red symnolizes those i start to hate.&lt;br /&gt;pink is for the one who i will never forget, ever.&lt;br /&gt;blue is for the one who disappointed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;stike&gt;&lt;s&gt;Me and justin broke up.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/stike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;why?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;how?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;when?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i dont wanna tok about it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;when i first went with him i wanted this to work so much.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wanted this to be the best relationship i ever had.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i just wanted to feel loved.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;he's the kinda guy i KNOW i will love more each day&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;instead of love less.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;u know?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;damn.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wish i didnt go with him.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wish this dream would go on and on.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i wish this stupid crush thing would just remain untouched in my mind.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;in order to get his attention&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i know&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i gotta act as if i dont need him&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;act as if he dont mean shit to me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;lets play a game &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i learned a shit load. and this is really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont love a guy more than he loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont act as if u'd die without ur bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be strong and independent but not insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whenever sending smses be short n sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont tolerate ppl who treat u like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If u dont like something about them, keep it in fer a while and if they persist. tell them straight to their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dont put too much hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prepare to get hurt and DONT CRY FOR GODS SAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never make you bf jealous on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be friends with him first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make sure u make GOOD frens with HIS frens (the connections HELP A LOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let him know that u are not the kind of girl who cheats on her BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is important make sure he KNOWS u love him but u dont NEED him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-115029712973421762?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115029712973421762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=115029712973421762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115029712973421762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/115029712973421762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only-life-love-had-instruction.html' title='if only life &amp; love had instruction manuals'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-114813561881379382</id><published>2006-05-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:33:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel da rythm. ouch.</title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been through the NERD stage. ppl in my sec sch would know. frm sec 1-2 i was a nerd. i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thru the AH LIAN stage. frm sec 3 to 4 and a little of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a BIMBO. fer a year. clubbin... shoppin.... bla bla bla. before poly started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a MINAH. when school started. thanks to the malays in my school. love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a PUNK. Something i have always felt comfort with. thanks to.... U KNOW WHO. im still exploring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..... kino's askin me to change... hip hop. JEEEEEZ. something im so dam unfamiliar with. HA_HA. joke of the year. yoko=hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. where this life leadsss meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make a list of what i wanna get. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt; &lt;u&gt; MY I-WANT LIST&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A riding lisence= $500. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A bike KR = $200/mnth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A 3G hp. loud. nice pics. loadsa memory $600 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; IC $50 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; ez link $30 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; DO SOMETHING WACKY WITH MY HAIR $200 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; A shit loada new clothes. esp ma blingbling belt $200 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oh damn, i need school books $40 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; New paint job for my room $50?? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; New lights fer my room $80 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's passing me by faster than i ever thought. i thought i was young. but dam, i just took a rain check. and... im 18. thats freakin old. IM OLD. and i dun wanna be. i better start living before my life goes down the dam drain. YOKO. WAKE UP! LIFE AINT ABOUT LOVE LOVE LOVE. ITS ABOUT LEARNING NEW THINGS AND BALANCING UR DAM LIFE. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!! damn. i really DO gotta wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-114813561881379382?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114813561881379382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=114813561881379382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114813561881379382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114813561881379382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/feel-da-rythm-ouch.html' title='feel da rythm. ouch.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-114639784005942327</id><published>2006-04-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:28:33.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oo.. u ma eye candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is more fun now than i ever thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is wat i thought would happen to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. i would be miserable cos i retook 3 modules and i woulnt be with my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. ash would break up w me and i'd be totally sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. i'd be lonely with nothing to do everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. i might commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;this is wat has acutally happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. i have made a whole bunch of new frenz from different classes due to me retaking my modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. im closer to more people in my poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. me and acit are done! and i am SO OVER HIM. and i can focus on my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. i actually ENJOY going to school to see ma frenz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. because i broke up w acit... i've made a shit loada new frenz. and rekindled lost frenships. oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;now a days... i hang out with...these groups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;- my neighbuours ie. sharul, zakir max and somtimes am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;everytime i see am... it reminds me of acit in a bad way. which is kinda good for me. TALAGA AM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-old frenz ie. joshua, eric, spencer, noel, wei long, jerry, jeremiah and sometimes a shit load of other ppl i dont even know.&lt;/span&gt; this grps kinda fun cos they've always got something to do. which i can associate with. but the bad part is they remind me too much of derek. and it hurts whenever i think about him =( aww. none the less. they're fun. but they always go against the law. like going to geylang lor14 to get e or 5. then stabbing ppl. fighting with ppl. stealing. shit like tt. which reminds me EVEN MORE about the days i spent w derek. damit la. another good part is somehow they always find money to go n drink. wahhahahhaa!! but i dont really feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;part of their grp cos they're all like bengs. and im like... a diff kinda girl. ahahhaha. now la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;- nyp frenz like morris and dya and has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;see them everyday in school. and they just make me learn more things. which rocks. this grp of ppl are realllllllly care free. dam dam fun grp of ppl. bad part is they're all malay speaking ppl. NONE THE LESS. I WILL LEARN MALAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;-marcus, xy, xavier tt grp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY BESTIES MAN!! always out for a good time.  this is the grp i reaaaaaaaaaaaaaly feel comfortable with. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yesterday went to amk central with max n sharul. wanted to slack till night then go n drink. but sharul went to meet his "mum" n went shopping. something i dont BELIEVE AT ALL SHARUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;me sharul n max went to cine but sharul left at like 7. played xbox for 2 hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;while playing xbox had a call frm diana asking me to meet her at long john. i went down to meet diana... felt like killing her somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;max went to eat yuki yaki and he spent like 42 bucks on the stupid place... i didnt even feel like eating. but i forced myself. afterwhich i really felt like puking. hahahhaha. after tt while walking saw taufik!! he's dam funny la. JOKER. then i saw dainelle malon tt group. then i had this call frm kent asking if i was at cine cos he saw someone who looked like me. then me n max walked to heeren and i saw this grp of ah lians i was like "wth" then i suddenly one of them called me. WA. shcked. eric's gan mei mei's. LOL. then walked even more... then then then then..... OK LA. I JUST SAW A LOT OF PPL. at about 11 we went to meet zakir, miguel and this brunei guy... i dun even know his name.  ok followed them to play LAN at lvl 9... WE GOT A PRIVATE ROOM MAN. it had 5coms and one xbox. SUPER FUN.  omg.... swoons. ok... played pool with them for a while then i got a ride home! wooooot!! kena bastard by acit. DUH LA. couldnt give a damn shit about him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ok. i know i have this big problem with cute guys. i go gaga. and i know it. but i cant control myself. so here's the situation. 1st yr, sem1 in NYP. math lecture theater. class starts at 9. everyone was in the theater by like 930? then at 1020 this guy walks into the theater frm the front door drinking a can of duno wat, wearing slippers and just walks past the lecturer without a care and with this guai lan look on his face which said "im late so what? i dont give a fuck. at least i bothered to come" and takes a seat. i know this is gonna sound cliche but i went... "omg.........h.o.t" since then... been having this mini crush on him... name's justin. JUSTIN. can u imagine??? almost 1 yr, i have been having this sorta almost non-existent-at-times crush on him. dont even knw if its even called a crush at all. i dont even think about him AT ALL. and i didnt even tok to him before. i didnt even know him.i didnt even bother trying to get close to him i guess i just treated him like my eye candy. but one thing i knew for sure. he was 80% of the old derek. something i LOVE and ADORE. well... SOMEHOW this rumour spread like wild fire. someone told justin that this jap girl liked him. and duh!! im the only jap in the whole bloody school la! FUCK MAN! paiseh like hell. worst part is it aint even true... to a certain extent. i was just making a big fuss about how cute justin was and TTS IT. thennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;this sem............ found out he's in the same class as dya. WOW RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;and he asked where's yoko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;thank God i retake tt module so im not in their class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;but last friday... went to slack w dya...... and she asked me to follow her to meet justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;he IS cute la. he IS who i thought he was. the 80% of the old derek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;and he's a really frenly and nice guy. hahaha.  reminds me of my old life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-114639784005942327?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114639784005942327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=114639784005942327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114639784005942327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114639784005942327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/04/oo-u-ma-eye-candy.html' title='oo.. u ma eye candy.'/><author><name>faith</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-25010692.post-114380703487807961</id><published>2006-03-31T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T04:10:34.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon me</title><content type='html'>can i let go of him?&lt;br /&gt;or do i just chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it!! damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;now a days... im becoming very very emo.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been crying a lot for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;better buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not who i used to be.  ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up yoko. u're such an emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bite*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25010692-114380703487807961?l=thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114380703487807961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25010692&amp;postID=114380703487807961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114380703487807961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25010692/posts/default/114380703487807961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckingprincess.blogspot.com/2006/03/pardon-me.html' title='pardon me'/><author><name>faith</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></feed>
