<?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-7787384</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:21.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELINK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787384.post-115625722444207137</id><published>2006-08-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:33:44.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE MOVED TO &lt;span style="font-size:36;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://honeyedlips.blogspot.com"&gt;HONEYED-LIPS.BLOGSPOT&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINK, BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115625722444207137?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115625722444207137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115625722444207137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115625722444207137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115625722444207137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-moved-to-honeyed-lips.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787384.post-115574219751194941</id><published>2006-08-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:29:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMG ((:&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Jonathan really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCKED &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;awesome la. but Paul was the only one who picked songs that were jumpable. (jumpable? hoo.)&lt;br /&gt;AHH, awesome song!&lt;br /&gt;and jonathan was the best, baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;he was &lt;strong&gt;THE EPITOME&lt;/strong&gt; of rock.&lt;br /&gt;and HAHA EDNA SAW STH SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why shes observing it anyway! gahh.&lt;br /&gt;gerrose.&lt;br /&gt;and Jonathan gave his aviator shades away! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;suck! oh man, i dont wanna go to school tmrs. blehalkshnlks!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. oh man but it was so HIGH, so damn high, baby!&lt;br /&gt;oh manmanmanmanman. woo, edna is a high person. haha.&lt;br /&gt;SUHWEEET. (((:&lt;br /&gt;arh, barhf,kohl. YES KOHL.&lt;br /&gt;mags eyeliner SUCKED! it smudgeed.&lt;br /&gt;like &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;smudge.&lt;br /&gt;bblllhralsknl!HMM. project runway is on.&lt;br /&gt;i just like finished half a Ygggh! ICANTRMBWHATITSCALLED! ok! remembered!&lt;br /&gt;i just finished like half a pint of ice cream. is it pint?&lt;br /&gt;ah ben &amp;amp; jerry's, oh love.&lt;br /&gt;we practised our routine for the children's partaye.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god i spinned so much i nearly got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA "no one's gunna sew no more, no more, noooo".&lt;br /&gt;ahahah project runway's so funneh!&lt;br /&gt;haha. OK I WAS HIGH PRETTY MUCH ALOT OF THE TIME TODAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115574219751194941?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115574219751194941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115574219751194941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115574219751194941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115574219751194941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/omgomg-paul-and-jonathan-really-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115562572521458197</id><published>2006-08-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:08:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I CHANGE STATEMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK &lt;strike&gt;COLBY&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAX&lt;/strong&gt; IS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEXY HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! i'm happy with my science formative! :DD&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i got annoyed with someone again today.&lt;br /&gt;its like, just take the blame yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;dont drag everyone else into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youre&lt;/em&gt; the one whos in trouble, right.&lt;br /&gt;haha Zany/Xcountry on saturday. =/&lt;br /&gt;GLOMP i cannot run la!&lt;br /&gt;i dont have th stamina. haekwjsibrraq,&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to Katong at four. and i havent bathed.&lt;br /&gt;shall edit this post again later when i have more exciting things to say.&lt;br /&gt;it seems im losing my zest for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, MY OWNS ON! TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115562572521458197?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115562572521458197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115562572521458197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115562572521458197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115562572521458197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-i-change-statements.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115543521296700350</id><published>2006-08-13T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:51:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh baby when you talk like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rahimah's out.&lt;br /&gt;i never really liked her THAT much but she CAN sing, she can.&lt;br /&gt;i agree with the SI trailer, that they should stop looking at faces, and start listening closely.&lt;br /&gt;how many times have the voters put &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt; of singers into the bottom few?&lt;br /&gt;face it. &lt;u&gt;almost every week.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joakim has been in the safe few EVERY SINGLE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;ok this is getting ridiculous, do you people HONESTLY want a Singapore Idol that's well, TONE DEAF?&lt;br /&gt;and its not like hes &lt;em&gt;OHSOVERYCUTE&lt;/em&gt;(which he is NOT) THAT IT &lt;strong&gt;DOESNT MATTER&lt;/strong&gt; IF HE CAN SING IN A &lt;strong&gt;SINGING COMPETITION&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. i think next week, they should rig the system and cut off joakim's line.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, I CAN SING BETTER THAN HIM.&lt;br /&gt;he sings like a deaf person. im not trying to be snide or anything, but everyone knows he doesnt match up in terms of singing.&lt;br /&gt;and looks? jonathan beats him HANDS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;im about to give up fully on Singapore Idol, cos it appears the voters are all stupid crazed teens who cant really hear anything. but im supporting jonathan, hady and mathilda. so lets see what happens. 40 bucks says that joakim, nurul and jasmine go far(undeservingly). !^$*@# screw it/&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour is a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;we're doing renovation and he complained.&lt;br /&gt;go screw yourself la, so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;and my mum was like "ya. whats your security number ah, next time i hear i also complain. haha"&lt;br /&gt;like that. HAHAHA. so annoying right.&lt;br /&gt;COLBY IS HOT! woot!&lt;br /&gt;and i met sarah at ikea yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;HOHO, we have secret plans on getting to dougie! ((:&lt;br /&gt;but of course, in the end, he'll be MINE. hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115543521296700350?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115543521296700350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115543521296700350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115543521296700350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115543521296700350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/ooh-baby-when-you-talk-like-that.html' title='ooh baby when you talk like that'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115538155291869200</id><published>2006-08-12T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:03:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; a very good person. yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said&lt;/strong&gt; i want to watch a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want&lt;/strong&gt; MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt; that uh, dougie would miraculously fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss&lt;/strong&gt; the good ol' days(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear&lt;/strong&gt; welcome home(you) by Brian Littrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder&lt;/strong&gt; how people define hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I regret&lt;/strong&gt; not going for SI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; wondering why there are two i am's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance&lt;/strong&gt; like, clumsily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing&lt;/strong&gt; very very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; AGAIN I AM? i am dressed up in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cry&lt;/strong&gt; when its sad. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not&lt;/strong&gt; just another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write&lt;/strong&gt; in very messy handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm confused:&lt;/strong&gt; what am i supposed to be thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need&lt;/strong&gt; someone that will be there through thick or thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should&lt;/strong&gt; be out enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag&lt;/strong&gt; anyone who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh! i wanna catch lakehouse. like NOW. but i dont wanna go with my family!&lt;br /&gt;thats so, ughh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for SI next wednesday, honestly. sighs ):&lt;br /&gt;man, i really wanna go out, i hate staying at home doing NOTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115538155291869200?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115538155291869200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115538155291869200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115538155291869200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115538155291869200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-very-good-person.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115502912549493913</id><published>2006-08-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:25:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've deleted the real world austin post i made.&lt;br /&gt;cos now i look at it, and i realize that i sound like a total mushbrain.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. okay anyways national day celebrations today.&lt;br /&gt;i was all PERANAKAN-ISH! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the compliments you all! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;went out after that, caught click. &lt;div&gt;brilliant. it was funny, but was sad too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kate beckinsale is HOT i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED LIKE SO MUCH, and that Charmaine Tan is a total spoiler la!&lt;br /&gt;then when i was crying she's like turn and look at me and exclaim "ARE YOU CRYING?!" and she start laughing at me. SO ANNOYING RIGHT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;saw many in town today :D&lt;br /&gt;and GASP, i'm spending like a whole day with Mag this thursday! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115502912549493913?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115502912549493913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115502912549493913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115502912549493913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115502912549493913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-deleted-real-world-austin-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115477094321505928</id><published>2006-08-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:42:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I REALLY, OFFICIALLY, SUCK AT BAKING. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;I THINK COLBY IS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OOH &lt;strong&gt;BABY&lt;/strong&gt; WHEN YOU TALK LIKE THAT;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115477094321505928?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115477094321505928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115477094321505928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115477094321505928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115477094321505928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-officially-suck-at-baking_05.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115468419300270234</id><published>2006-08-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T17:44:36.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies I Wanna Catch:&lt;br /&gt;-The Lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;-Click&lt;br /&gt;-The Break Up&lt;br /&gt;-Hard Candy (M18 ):)&lt;br /&gt;-The Fast And The Furious: Tokyo Drift&lt;br /&gt;-The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;-My Super Ex-Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone? =\ stupid grounding.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get &lt;em&gt;DE-GROUNDED&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i plan to watch Lakehouse with Chars(PRUNE) and Faith.&lt;br /&gt;ON CONDITION THAT SHE STOPS BEING THE UNREASONABLE VOICE OF REASON!!&lt;br /&gt;oh oyes. I'M A &lt;strong&gt;THEFT SUSPECT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf. just cos i had more money in my wallet &lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; make me a delinquent ok you holes!&lt;br /&gt;raaaarh. ok anyways that wasn't really important.&lt;br /&gt;Shuyin's I HEART Capt Jack Sparrow got ripped off, poor Le'er's Zen Neeon got stolen! i know they're super pissedd and upset. CHEER UP SHUYIN&amp;LEER AND WHO EVER. YOU'LL GET IT BACK! gah, history's a MAJOR turn off. but &lt;strong&gt;HURRAH, NO MORE CAs TILL EOYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is something to celebrate, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;i did 2.4 in like, 15 mins ):&lt;br /&gt;spoil my A streak la ):&lt;br /&gt;last year i did a 12/13 +?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, super hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;science ca, 2.4, history ca.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like stressing cos of all the deadlines and all.&lt;br /&gt;TJ tests tmr!&lt;br /&gt;MAG (That fatass) is supposed to come over today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT JONATHAN LEONG WAS IN THE BOTTOM THREE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. GOSH PEOPLE, WOULD YOU VOTE ACCORDING TO WHAT YOUR EARS HEAR AND NOT WHAT YOUR EYES SEE?! GRANTED, SOME OF YOU MAY FIND JOAKIM GOMEZ CUTE (i'm sorry, not for me though, HAHA FLORENCE), BUT HE &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; SING! YOU PUT THREE VERY GOOD SINGERS, JON, HADY AND MATHILDA IN THE BOTTOM FOUR LAST WEEK. YOU GUYS ARE SCREWING THE NEXT SINGAPORE IDOL! AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115468419300270234?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115468419300270234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115468419300270234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115468419300270234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115468419300270234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/08/movies-i-wanna-catch-lakehouse-click.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115409883686435452</id><published>2006-07-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:00:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been long, and the days have been a confusing blur of &lt;strong&gt;rubbish&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, we're so distant now it doesn't seem like i ever knew her,&lt;br /&gt;much less was someone she dared to call her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not upset, or angry at her anymore. but i know that i'd also never be able to trust her,&lt;br /&gt;ever again. not that she had any credibility on that part too anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK i'm going to stop blogging about assholes on my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn the drumsdrumsdrums.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to learn with me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;crap! i cant sign in to myspace anymore,&lt;br /&gt;stupid lousy thing!&lt;br /&gt;THEY DELETED MY ACCOUNT COS I DIDNT LOGIN! WHAT&lt;strong&gt; RUBBISH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs, im really confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so.. in school.&lt;br /&gt;blah ok dont go emo myself.&lt;br /&gt;half a year more, i can make it.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all mood to blog or do anything else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, sg idol is really small scale. its not as glam as it looks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115409883686435452?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115409883686435452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115409883686435452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115409883686435452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115409883686435452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-i-say-shotgun-you-say-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115389599203085892</id><published>2006-07-26T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:39:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh finally! took aeons for this stupid page to load :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got annoyed today, during home ec. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meryl Chen&lt;/span&gt; jumped partners, AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean, i dont necessarily wanna do home ec with her,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but just ditching your partner to go pair up with Melody isn't exactly nice, asshole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just when i thought maybe stuff would be better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did half of home ec with Jolene Lim, and we put SALT and CHOCOLATE on our popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;not a very.. ideal combination, but anyway, i threw the corn away later. Georgienne and Mag refused to go down to recess with me. drrklsflkh, whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;during chinese, that dumbdumb Deannie Yap kept POKING/TICKLING/DOING FUNNY STUFF to me! and it was SO itchy/ticklish. oh man. and Mr. Ng is super funny la! his facial expressions and all. &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, waiting for stupid Magdalene Ong to finish her math remedial, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;then, we have chinese. i conveniently forgot my books, again. (for the.. 6th time in a row?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christ. you're really starting to get on my nerves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, you are. its not only you though, you've got company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tehlwekfwnf! im boreddd.&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid papier mache is falling apart. &gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115389599203085892?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115389599203085892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115389599203085892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115389599203085892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115389599203085892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/ugh-finally-took-aeons-for-this-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115338635834363129</id><published>2006-07-20T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:05:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LUCKY((:&lt;br /&gt;I SAW JIMMY AND MASASHI (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTHOTHOTS&lt;/span&gt;) AT PARKWAY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;fyi theyre from the band saw loser.&lt;br /&gt;vada is super dense. we saw them at probably the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "OMF THAT'S JIMMY!"&lt;br /&gt;and vada was like OMG OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;then we walked back and she screamed like OMG THATS HIM or something.&lt;br /&gt;when initially she saw him she was just "oh, hot guy"&lt;br /&gt;then saw mr miyagi :D next to him! hahaha hot laa.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways got high high high after that. hooo.&lt;br /&gt;its really hot today.&lt;br /&gt;haha saw sheryl at parkway,&lt;br /&gt;YOU STUPIDSTUPID! POKE MEEE!&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, pron was being so sad and all over joakim.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to cry. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im super hooked on second chances. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, haha stupid dianne didnt tell tutor that we weren't able to make it for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and teacher smsed me "where are the 3 of you?" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okays anyway, hm.&lt;br /&gt;paper maché is horrible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115338635834363129?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115338635834363129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115338635834363129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115338635834363129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115338635834363129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-lucky-i-saw-jimmy-and-masashi.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115315110075522442</id><published>2006-07-17T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:45:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;LIKE&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPPORT&lt;/span&gt; JONATHAN LEONG :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's da man, yo!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, some part from the SAC dance performance i went to yester-yesterday. it cracked me up!&lt;br /&gt;hooo yeah. it was brilliant though.&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEEEEAEEAEKSFLKJFR.&lt;br /&gt;im like going high right now, even though there's nothing to be high about.&lt;br /&gt;ughughughhh, stupid science ca tmrs!&lt;br /&gt;i studied studied studied like crap but some of it, i've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh. !@#OI*W%Y(#%&amp;amp; there are like what, 6 chapters to study la!&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, went running after studying the last chapter,&lt;br /&gt;where there are loads of sandflies, accr. to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;but haiyo, no one really stands there and lets the sandflies bite them right.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i did about 2.4km i thinkkk.&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny cos i found myself running to the beat of the song i was listening to and i had this image of me marching in a band popping into my head. hahahah i had to stop running and catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT WE BE FRIENDS IS STUCK IN MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i dont question why it is, since the whole song seems to just be made up of those few words,&lt;br /&gt;repeated overandoverandoverandoverandoverand...&lt;br /&gt;yes, im talking rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;stupid vada and deannie and ili and icannotrememberwho since there were so many people, were making fun of jonathan's eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;they said it looked like rectangular small things. and they kept looking at me and squinting their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;then georgienne laughedlaughedlaughed and then we all started laughing at her cos deannie pointed out that she also had rectangular small thingies for eyes! HAHAHAHA. ok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;went to lunch with aashi and ili at kfc after school. oh and wanying joined too later. she eats superduper SLOWWW and she wanted to mug too. HA, impossible!&lt;br /&gt;theyre hilarioussss.&lt;br /&gt;debating over this rusty guy who apparently is half arabic, half korean according to them.&lt;br /&gt;and my face was like -__-.&lt;br /&gt;wth ive started using stupid smileys again. not good!&lt;br /&gt;heeeeralkfsalknrre! tadahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115315110075522442?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115315110075522442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115315110075522442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115315110075522442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115315110075522442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-like-support-jonathan-leong-dd-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115289177061513235</id><published>2006-07-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:17:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I really cant stand you at times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'll stop trusting you,seriously. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many times must you do this to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the fuckin second.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are too much of a attention seeker around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop it,ugly." meryl's blog - 14july&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i debated with myself for a long time, checking with my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;at least i still have a conscience, unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;ive thought it over and you dont deserve my attention or my pity.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to do this, but you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Im just going to say this straight out, im not going to be a coward like you and just backstab people about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERYL CHEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cant fucking stand you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should, for one fucking time, stop thinking about you,you and you.&lt;br /&gt;look whos the attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;youre the one who turned bung for the attention.&lt;br /&gt;you know that everything you do now is for the attention.&lt;br /&gt;dont come around blaming me for things that happen between you and sheryl, because of kendra.&lt;br /&gt;what is up with you and your fucking crap?&lt;br /&gt;you know what i think? &lt;strong&gt;i think youre fucking shallow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;youre the worst kind of friend there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment sheryl asks you something about kendra, if anything, youre the fucking asshole whos to blame.&lt;br /&gt;and when she asks you something about her, you automatically think im the one who said it.&lt;br /&gt;hello, sometimes miscommunications happen, and SOMETIMES COS ITS WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING FACE.&lt;br /&gt;trust you my so called best friend to come around doing this kinda shit cos of some new girl youve met.&lt;br /&gt;i know its me youre talking about on your blog, how obvious do you wanna get.&lt;br /&gt;well im making this easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BITCH, STOP CALLING PEOPLE NAMES AND THINKING YOURE TOO GOOD FOR ALL OF US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE REALITY CHECK YOURE JUST A BUNG WANNABE LIKE THE REST OF THEM, ONLY YOU THINK YOURE REALLY GOOD LOOKING WHEN YOURE SO FUCKING NOT, AND I THINK HALF THE BUNG POSERS LOOK BETTER THAN YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just never told you what i really think, cos i thought that if youre happy, as a friend i should just support you.&lt;br /&gt;but have you ever done that.&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when i was sick these days, where were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you just dont give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;you go partner yourself up with melody or elenna or i dont know how many fucking substitutes youre going to find and just ditch me like that.&lt;br /&gt;you go around bitching about people and expect people not to bitch about you.&lt;br /&gt;you think its my fucking fault everytime problems arise with you and sheryl cos of kendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you should shut your hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that youre too good for everyone, and you think everyone's fat or ugly the moment you fall out with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like last time, when you and pron were having some problems, suddenly "Pron looks fucking fat" and now cos we have problems "stop it, ugly"&lt;br /&gt;and even if i were ugly, at least i have a fucking conscience.&lt;br /&gt;i dont BE UGLY and go around thinking im hot, praising yourself at every possible moment, bitching around about others and comparing yourself to others far better than you, thinking youre better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS NOT MY FAULT IF SHERYL ASKS YOU ABOUT ANYTHING, BECAUSE YOURE THE ONE GOING ROUND FLIRTING WITH PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;YOURE THE ONE GOING AROUND BEING A BITCH TO PEOPLE WHO TREAT YOU WELL.&lt;br /&gt;YOURE THE ONE GOING AROUND LYING TO PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOURE THE ONE WHOS SHALLOW, UGLY AND FUCKED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh and remember that time, you were obsessing over EUNICE HO?&lt;br /&gt;well, and remember you saying you'd do anything, and you broke up with sheryl for her?&lt;br /&gt;well THEN, do you remember what you said after she said no?&lt;br /&gt;funny, i remember really clearly.&lt;br /&gt;"stupid bitch, i dont care already la. waste my time. and waste my money also"&lt;br /&gt;shows how mcuh you care huh.&lt;br /&gt;i know we're not going to become friends, let alone be best friends again.&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;ive started despising you quite a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;when you said you liked kendra, from the moment you saw her, without even knowing who she was?&lt;br /&gt;i despised you.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were shallow.&lt;br /&gt;and before that, when you went around playing with sheryl and falling for other people?&lt;br /&gt;i despised you.&lt;br /&gt;calling sheryl and all of them losers or bitches or whatever, just cos you think youre so much more popular than them?&lt;br /&gt;i despised you.&lt;br /&gt;i thought then that you were going to get bored humouring yourself into thinking that everyone wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;but no, it just went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then, you dont only bitch about me.&lt;br /&gt;i can write down everything here,&lt;br /&gt;and youll possibly be hated by many.&lt;br /&gt;so dont say ive done it to you twice.&lt;br /&gt;when youve done it many more times than that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on, then you'll see that melody's going to feel the same way about you as i do now,&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;youre a disgrace to girls, and also a disgrace to guys. youre ALSO a disgrace to bungs.&lt;br /&gt;and you've disgraced me cos it goes to show i dont choose my friends properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU NEED TO GET YOUR FUCKING SWOLLEN AIRHEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS AND LISTEN, OK MERYL?&lt;br /&gt;YOU. DONT. TREAT. FRIENDS. THE. WAY. THEY. SHOULD. BE. TREATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;youre a fucking hypocritical backstabber.&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, i want as many people as possible to read this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;especially your dear new target, kendra.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know her, but shes too good for you meryl.&lt;br /&gt;shes too good for you.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i also know, that youre going to blame me if things/friendships go wrong between you and people.&lt;br /&gt;so guess what? i take full responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;have fun with your backstabbing life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and yes, i do know youre going to be bitching about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but im not going to feel sorry for myself, cos thats probably the only thing you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my parents always taught me to be nice to people, even losers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so yeah, ill just leave you to do what youre best at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115289177061513235?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115289177061513235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115289177061513235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115289177061513235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115289177061513235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-cant-stand-you-at-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115280265114078333</id><published>2006-07-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:57:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr chia and some dunnohoo teacher were asked up to dance for assembly performance.&lt;br /&gt;OH MR CHIA IS SO FUNNY,&lt;br /&gt;he did the dance in a flurry of hand movements. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;anywaaays, &lt;em&gt;we're&lt;/em&gt; drifting again.&lt;br /&gt;heck, PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 2 WITH SHARMAIN AND SHERYL.(haha)&lt;br /&gt;the show was uh, not really something i consider good. but its not thaaat bad over all.&lt;br /&gt;i think the show was just something they made to ensure that they will be able to come up with another movie to follow up that people will watch.&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOS, those two were being mean. nyeh losers.&lt;br /&gt;We had some uniform swops going on after that,&lt;br /&gt;i must say the kc and sac uniform is ALOT more comfortable than the tkg one. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;FUNFUN(: and tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe Jon was in the bottom three. oh hell, hes good ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115280265114078333?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115280265114078333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115280265114078333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115280265114078333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115280265114078333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-chia-and-some-dunnohoo-teacher-were.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115272350113735376</id><published>2006-07-13T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:58:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAG REPLIES :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH&lt;/strong&gt; - you will not hunt dougie down before me, not ever! and you give really sick curses, honestly. cant wait to see you saturday! yay, and thanks for offering to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VADA&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah i took the quiz alr (: UPDATE, WOMAN. your blog reeks of stale.. quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARAN&lt;/strong&gt; - I LIKE ZIDANE! he's hot and he plays well. haha although portugal lost to france, they played well. Esp your husband, my affair :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICOLE&lt;/strong&gt; -  i LIKE ZIDANE TOO! ((: you MISSED APPLICATIONS?! eek. haha oh well, another two half years, you can endure, smart kid (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHARMAIN&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, how can they not give me c.ronaldo with the bed. i specifically ordered him on it. &gt;: HAHAH, miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AISYAH&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah! the straights times are evil. not funny! c.ronaldo rocks! butbut ZIDANE ISNT EVIL! just like youre not tallest ((: haha funny little thing, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHERYL&lt;/strong&gt; - MY BEEFBALL! ((: i haven't seen you/been talking to you much either! YOURE MISSED. haha, catch up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARMAINE&lt;/strong&gt; - i also remember, YOURE THE PRUNE, PRUNEPRUNE! hahaha, prunes are all wrinkly and nasty looking. maybe like when you grow old, you'll look in the mirror and go, hey, jolene called me a prune before. hahahah! thanks, ill cheer up :D dunno why im getting all emo again these days, fags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHANGED MY BLOGSKIN! I LOVE IT. REALLY I DO I DO. it reminds me of a.. CANDYCANE! my eyes are like going to pop outta their sockets now. gotta catch my sleep. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115272350113735376?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115272350113735376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115272350113735376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115272350113735376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115272350113735376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/tag-replies-dd-sarah-you-will-not-hunt.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115271910653903798</id><published>2006-07-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:45:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;i just read Paul Twohill's blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh god its cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;its so funny! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and he has GOOD TASTE in music (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;there are lyrics to The Ponytail Parade on his blog,&lt;br /&gt;i like that song loads but Meryl just thought it was BORING.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like changing my blogskin to like, white with a picture and thats it&lt;br /&gt;but im too lazy to change it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115271910653903798?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115271910653903798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115271910653903798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115271910653903798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115271910653903798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/heehee.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115268735317665151</id><published>2006-07-12T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:55:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEWS.FLASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZINEDINE ZIDANE IS HOT, TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;now, stop telling me hes old and ugly, you people suck! ):&lt;br /&gt;anyways. in the library waiting for magdalene ong to finish up with remedial, we have tuition together.&lt;br /&gt;which i so happen to not know about, til today in the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;anyways math and english tests today.&lt;br /&gt;i guess both weren't THAT difficult. =x&lt;br /&gt;and mr yap can still say "you'll get a 8/? if you dont study til the day before."pls la.&lt;br /&gt;me, mag &amp; mel drew curves for 5d while thanida and the rest of my class drew like, straight lines. i mean =/ agh!&lt;br /&gt;the computer isnt letting me put in a hot picture of zidane crying.&lt;br /&gt;im a sucker for guys that cry.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! its done, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. tadahh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/sp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/sp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! the dude's crying! hes so hot.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, kaka is still THE number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/339211_MEDIUMSQUARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/339211_MEDIUMSQUARE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO?! ARE YOU LOOKING?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had home ec this morning, stupid thread kept getting stuck,&lt;br /&gt;but im basically done with the stupid bag. just left with the zip and the handle sewing.&lt;br /&gt;sorta had some feelings today, that i do not like having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i thought friends stuck together, no matter what. but it seems like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'ve forgotten what it means to be friends. you didnt even ask how i was, didnt even talk to me. i mean, you just ditch me like that and just go pair off with someone else, and just distancing yourself, then asking people what's wrong with me. its not like i care that much, but its good to know that you'd always have a friend you can lean on, to turn to and know that she wouldnt just ignore you like that. a trusted friend that could make you feel secure.mi guess you're not one of those people. and i actually thought you were, tsk, i was wrong, i know.i sincerely hope you know im talking about you. cos i didnt think this was the way you treat your supposedly close friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; rawr. heck. the internet on this stupid comp is like 123124689 times laggy.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get stamps ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115268735317665151?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115268735317665151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115268735317665151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115268735317665151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115268735317665151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/news.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115248094279154214</id><published>2006-07-10T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:37:26.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRANCE VS ITALY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a match worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;great first half, superb defending and awesome attacking.&lt;br /&gt;although i was kinda expecting more from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;totti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who was kinda insignificant throughout the game.&lt;br /&gt;Goals!&lt;br /&gt;Seventh minute, with an undeserved penalty given by the biased referee, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;zinedine zidane&lt;/span&gt; managed to score a magnificent goal that JUST bounced off the crossbar and straight into the goal and out again, while &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buffon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;totally missed it.&lt;br /&gt;in the nineteenth minute of the game, an equalizer goal scored by materazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FRANCE 1 ITALY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the second half, a goal try by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;luca toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which was later considered offside was not counted.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was kinda unfair cos i dont think it was REALLY that offside.&lt;br /&gt;the ref was kinda biased i felt.&lt;br /&gt;Italy, great defence.&lt;br /&gt;to extra time, where &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zidane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was sorta hugged by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;materazzi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and suspected to be provoked by him, runs in front of him and gives him a crazy headbutt. not hitting the ball, but materazzi's chest. i was laughing for the five minutes after. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; card, sent off pitch.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly think that could be the stupidest thing he coud have done. the last match hes playing, and fighting SO hard to get to the finals, and headbutting some guy and getting yourself sent off.&lt;br /&gt;thats really using your head, but in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Goes on to the penalties, to which barthez misses every single shot.&lt;br /&gt;i think he needs some growth pills. but oh well. its over anyways.&lt;br /&gt;so the penalties ended in 5-3 to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAOS ((:&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda sad when they showed like zidane again walkign off the pitch when he got sent off. he was CRYING!! ): aihhh, but its kidna his own fault.&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAY ALERT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirlo jumped into the seated lap of goalkee buffon after their brilliant 5-3 penalty win.&lt;br /&gt;and not just jump on and sit or anything, it was actually total BRIDAL STYLE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, like slip into his lap and they started hugging.&lt;br /&gt;THE ITALIANS ARE SO AMUSING! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and the jappy looking guy, Mauro Camoranesi from Italy HAS FAKE HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;haha uhh either that or he snipped it off after they won =/&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY YAY, ITALY WON TH WORLD CUP!&lt;br /&gt;Heh to all the france supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 cheers to the world cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurrah hurrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115248094279154214?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115248094279154214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115248094279154214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115248094279154214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115248094279154214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/france-vs-italy-match-worth-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115245608473914802</id><published>2006-07-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:43:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="95b63771"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PORTUGAL VS GERMANY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really great match actually.&lt;br /&gt;great attacking, no waiting for stupid penalties.&lt;br /&gt;and great defending.&lt;br /&gt;ok so the score was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PORTUGAL 1 GERMANY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter that people are rubbing it in my face that&lt;br /&gt;-HA. PORTUGAL LOST.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care! because you know why?&lt;br /&gt;they played well. (apart from that asswipe Petit that i will get to later)&lt;br /&gt;esp Cristiano Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;he played awesome, even though i was kinda worried that he'd fall everytime he got the ball X)&lt;br /&gt;heh. but ANYWAY. deco was hot.&lt;br /&gt;haha and GERMANY GOALS.&lt;br /&gt;first was by &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SCHWEINSTEIGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's hot, i have to say. really. no matter what mag has to argue about that.&lt;br /&gt;although i kinda put it to sheer dumb luck that he was able to score so well that night.&lt;br /&gt;second goal, by none other than our portugese midfielder substitute, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Armando Petit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ball shot pass two portugese players, who dangled their legs uselessly trying to stop the ball.&lt;br /&gt;and what do you knw? someone makes contact! who is it? petit!&lt;br /&gt;where does it go? ...&lt;br /&gt;STRAIGHT PASS THE PORTUGESE GOALKEEPER, INTO THE FRIGGIN GERMANY NET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; i was getting really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;jeering and all. i mean they sub you in to score a goal fr your COUNTRY, not the opponents.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, when the match was bout to end? 80th min or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SCHWEINSTEIGER &lt;/span&gt;SCORED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;it was a brilliant goal actually. just like the first, which the goalkee missed by a little.&lt;br /&gt;then he took out his shirt, (ohlala), and he got a yellow card for that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think hes hot.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. oliver kahn was goalkeeping.&lt;br /&gt;i bet if he wasnt the keeper, portugal would have scored another twice.&lt;br /&gt;c.ronaldo played really well. he nearly drove one far range into the net,&lt;br /&gt;but kahn was like. this eagle thing. i mean he just caught it POOF.&lt;br /&gt;but all i can say about kahn is this one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*BULLDOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the 86th minute, a well delivered header by&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; NUNO GOMEZ,&lt;/span&gt; sub for Nuno Valente,&lt;br /&gt;went straight pass &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oliver kahn&lt;/span&gt; who could not do anything to stop it and into the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least now they wouldnt have to suffer the humiliation of a 3 - 0 defeat,&lt;br /&gt;with one goal scored by none other than their own midfielder.&lt;br /&gt;shame. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i like &lt;em&gt;Life As We Know It.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean faris and zac effron are hot.&lt;br /&gt;but zac effron isnt as hot as sean faris of course.&lt;br /&gt;and the stick it girl, shes hot too! yay!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115245608473914802?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115245608473914802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115245608473914802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115245608473914802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115245608473914802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal-vs-germany.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115234673295841521</id><published>2006-07-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:18:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was tagged by &lt;strong&gt;VADA/ DIANNE&lt;/strong&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;my ideal partner&lt;em&gt; (male)&lt;/em&gt; should possess these qualities:&lt;br /&gt;1. fun loving, but knows when t be serious and when to joke around.&lt;br /&gt;2. emotional, sensitive &amp; understanding. but not. gay.&lt;br /&gt;3. mutually in love, duh.&lt;br /&gt;4. knows when things are wrong, when he does something wrong &amp; how to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;5. able to make me smile by being sweet, even if its the smallest things like a simple hi.&lt;br /&gt;6. make me feel secure, not going around chasing after the first hot person he sees when he doesnt know a heck about th girl.&lt;br /&gt;7. be so comfortable to be around that i never have to worry about what i look like, or how i'm dressed.&lt;br /&gt;8. never bitch about me behind my back, or spread false tales. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORTUGAL VS GERMANY TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i havent told my mum i want t watch it at mags house ):&lt;br /&gt;cos im so not interested in watching it with them. theres no excitement.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to seeing my C.RONALDO 17 AGAIN! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115234673295841521?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115234673295841521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115234673295841521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115234673295841521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115234673295841521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-tagged-by-vada-dianne-my-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115226799564640893</id><published>2006-07-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:26:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): FRANCE BEAT PORTUGAL.&lt;br /&gt;its not fair, they didnt freaking deserve th penalty!&lt;br /&gt;zidane should go retire alrd!!&lt;br /&gt;he kicked out fernando torres, KAKA )): AND C. RONALDO! X'((&lt;br /&gt;and i officially hate th straights times newspaper. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;those stupid idiots made fun of ronaldo. there was th punching bag one and the crying one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt; of it seems remotely funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean hello, why you picking on him just cos he's an emotional guy?!&lt;br /&gt;if you love something very much, and have great hopes for it, and you lose it one day, would you cry?&lt;br /&gt;you'd be very depressed and all i bet.&lt;br /&gt;so for example. if your own son dies,mm say, in a car crash, would you cry?&lt;br /&gt;yeah you would, i bet you would. cos if you dont youre a beast.&lt;br /&gt;and ronaldo likes his football that much.&lt;br /&gt;so lay off him you &lt;a href="mailto:!#@$-ers"&gt;!#@$-ers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say about the punching bag one.&lt;br /&gt;theyre probably just jealous and besides, if they can come up with a c.ronaldo one,&lt;br /&gt;they can come up with a wayne rooney one too, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;so stop insulting c.ronaldo, you homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;cos even if you think he cant play well,&lt;br /&gt;well, think, he's the one playing for portugal in the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;and youre the one sitting at home cheering the teams on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. havent been on in a long time, moving house.&lt;br /&gt;computers been dismantled and all.&lt;br /&gt;finally replugged everything and im using the laptop now instead.&lt;br /&gt;im freaking hungry.&lt;br /&gt;gg to stay over at mags house probably, on sat.&lt;br /&gt;germany vs portugal.&lt;br /&gt;you know who im rooting for (:&lt;br /&gt;PS: th band concert was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;PPS: xinyi, leer, melissa, sharan, mag &amp;amp; all who were there: WE'RE TH TKGS ROLE MODELS!!! HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115226799564640893?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115226799564640893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115226799564640893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115226799564640893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115226799564640893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/france-beat-portugal.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115179002309440687</id><published>2006-07-02T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:15:03.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK. BRAZIL JUST LOST &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1-0&lt;/span&gt; TO FRANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, since when did france evr play that well?! agh dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;god, stupid henry, scoring like that. i mean, why did you pop up outta NO WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;and ronaldo was totally being the fatass he is(92kg?). i thought he said he was feeling his form back again, and what happens? HE MISSES BY A MILE EVERYTIME HE TRIES TO SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;same goes for ronaldinho. stupid asswipes. and even hotter-than-all-of-you kaka was playing like some rancid ass. THEY DIDN'T EVEN MANAGE TO GET THRU FRANCE TO THE GOAL.&lt;br /&gt;there were opportunities, plenty, for them to score but NO, they had to either forget where the goalpost was located or go blind and forget who your teammates are. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; GOD! &lt;strong&gt;PISS OFF&lt;/strong&gt;. I MEAN, AHHH! ok ill never get over this ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PORTUGAL WON ENGLANDD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was boring til, penalties basically.&lt;br /&gt;oh not really BORING, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney stepped on one of the portugese player's ballacks, major ouch.&lt;br /&gt;and then Wayne Rooney proceeded to pushing Cristiano Ronaldo away from the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney then got a red card and was sent off.&lt;br /&gt;and its all WAYNE ROONEY'S FAULT that now whenever Cristiano Ronaldo touches the ball the stupid english supporters&lt;em&gt; jeer&lt;/em&gt; at him.&lt;br /&gt;agh! but portugal scored 3 penalties while england scored only one.&lt;br /&gt;and GUESS WHO SCORED THE WINNING ONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRISTIANO RONALDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, why why why, WHY did brazil lose?!&lt;br /&gt;brazil was supposed to meet portugal and thrash them.&lt;br /&gt;then i could see cristiano ronaldo crying, looking veryvery hot,&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time see kaka cheering and looking veryvery hot too.&lt;br /&gt;but SEE WHAT HAPPENED?! i didnt see kaka do ANYTHING but play like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;stupid zinedine zidane. &lt;strong&gt;WHY DONT YOU JUST LIKE RETIRE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly! ))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115179002309440687?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115179002309440687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115179002309440687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115179002309440687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115179002309440687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115174193619841865</id><published>2006-07-01T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:18:56.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): ARGENTINA MATCH - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was like certain that they'd win after shooting the first goal in. ):&lt;br /&gt;all Klose's FAULT! how dare he injure my goalkee.&lt;br /&gt;and the sub goalie was horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;THREE PENALTIES, GOING IN THE COMPLETE OTHER DIRECTION.&lt;br /&gt;oh heck, italy will crush germany anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i do not think ballack is hot at all.&lt;br /&gt;and his two pecs stick onto his shirt like that, its just gross.&lt;br /&gt;mag, sha and shoo were like screaming and whining and just making really annoying noises EVERYTIME BALLACK CAME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;how distracting.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH TODAYS MATCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PORTUGAL! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; TRASH ENGLANDD ((:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;even though Deco and Ronaldo are almost certainly not playing ))):&lt;/span&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/7787384-115174193619841865?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115174193619841865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115174193619841865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115174193619841865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115174193619841865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/07/argentina-match-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115149309273261775</id><published>2006-06-28T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:33:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 HOT FOOTBALLERS ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in not so random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Miroslav Klose (EVEN THOUGH HE WHACKED MY ARGE. GOALIE)&lt;br /&gt;9.Deco&lt;br /&gt;8.Zinedine Zidane&lt;br /&gt;7.Luis Garcia&lt;br /&gt;6.Philipp Lahm&lt;br /&gt;5.Francesco Totti&lt;br /&gt;(CHANGED MY MIND.)&lt;br /&gt;4.David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;3.Fernando TORESS!!&lt;br /&gt;2.Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.RICARDO IZECSON DOS SANTOS LEITE, KAKA!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(but damn, hot wife too. looks a little like britney spears though.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/kaka_new_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/kaka_new_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean HELLO?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115149309273261775?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115149309273261775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115149309273261775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115149309273261775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115149309273261775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-hot-footballers-in-not-so-random.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115149112186437683</id><published>2006-06-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:38:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LOST TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;FR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3-1&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BYE BYE&lt;/span&gt; FERNANDO TORRES, DAVID VILLA )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France is gonna die at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;'s hands anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;or feet anyway. (KAKA &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;AND PRON, RONALDINHO ROCKS (:&lt;br /&gt;but that dont mean i like his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, bought cup noodles cos had t rush fr tuition,&lt;br /&gt;and the freaking tom yam went into my eye. i had to wash and wash.&lt;br /&gt;freaking painful X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115149112186437683?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115149112186437683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115149112186437683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115149112186437683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115149112186437683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/spain-lost-to-france-3-1-bye-bye_28.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115141194875817701</id><published>2006-06-27T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:43:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY'S MATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ARGEN&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;NA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WILL CRUSH &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MA&lt;/span&gt;NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/argentina_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 139px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/argentina_flag.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115141194875817701?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115141194875817701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115141194875817701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115141194875817701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115141194875817701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/fridays-match-argentina-will-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115141086576623469</id><published>2006-06-27T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:21:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY NEW BLOGSKIN.&lt;br /&gt;got a new teacher today, mr huang.&lt;br /&gt;blaaagh, my chinese sucks.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LIKE MY NEW SKIN, NO MATTER WHAT YOU UNSUPPORTIVE ASSHOLES SAY.&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THE REST OF YOU LIKE IT! (((:&lt;br /&gt;dougie dougie dougie. &lt; 3&lt;br /&gt;and kaka too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115141086576623469?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115141086576623469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115141086576623469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115141086576623469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115141086576623469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115124809194923282</id><published>2006-06-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:08:11.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey there, i know its hard.</title><content type='html'>goodbye &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; highlights, hello &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; hair ((:&lt;br /&gt;ack! school starts, TMR! at 6. ok in exactly, 7 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH what if i cant wake up?&lt;br /&gt;crap i havent packed my bag either.&lt;br /&gt;why is school such a hassle?&lt;br /&gt;gahh, do you think they'll change seats?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like sitting so far behind, strain my eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;haha so many questions, like my first day of school or summat.&lt;br /&gt;ack i NEARLY got my 3250, but cos stupid credit card got some fucking fault,&lt;br /&gt;now ask again mum says no! NO! BOO.&lt;br /&gt;dammit and my sis went to pierce her ears today.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to pierce the top of my ear too but i chickened out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;gah, why is there pain? huh!&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna school tmr. bleh,&lt;br /&gt;pls pls let mr yap be less annoying this term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115124809194923282?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115124809194923282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115124809194923282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115124809194923282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115124809194923282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-there-i-know-its-hard.html' title='hey there, i know its hard.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115104808173800793</id><published>2006-06-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:34:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23/06/2006  14:37:47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;from:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHERES MY DARLINGs ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coldbeat@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to: i'm stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down // -&amp;DETTOL &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j0ellene@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;message:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you caused me alot of trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;don ya ever think before you speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23/06/2006  14:54:12  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from : WHERES MY DARLINGs ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coldbeat@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: i'm stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down // -&amp;DETTOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; j0ellene@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wont want a bestie at all now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23/06/2006  14:59:30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from: i'm stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down // -&amp;DETTOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j0ellene@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to: WHERES MY DARLINGs ): &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coldbeat@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;message:&lt;/span&gt; you just dont ever know that even if im your best friend i do feel obligated to side others when youre using her so blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23/06/2006  15:00:55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;from: WHERES MY DARLINGs ):&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coldbeat@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to: i'm stuck fixated on one star when the world is crashing down // -&amp;DETTOL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j0ellene@hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;message:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thats why we shld not be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks alot, best friend. i see how much i mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;you're the best friend anyone could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7787384-115104808173800793?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115104808173800793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115104808173800793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115104808173800793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115104808173800793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/23062006-143747-from-wheres-my.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115099590756531358</id><published>2006-06-23T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:08:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sheryl Ng&lt;/span&gt; is my FOURTEEN YEAR OLD friend who looks like shes &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt; and has (MANY) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;suitors&lt;/span&gt; from the age range of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18 - 25&lt;/span&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/7787384-115099590756531358?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115099590756531358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115099590756531358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115099590756531358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115099590756531358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/sheryl-ng-is-my-fourteen-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115099232798249780</id><published>2006-06-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:05:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M THE FOOL AGAIN )): &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i thought you were my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;ahhh caught JUST MY LUCK just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ohlala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOUGIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DOUGIE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;haha me and va made a plan ((:&lt;br /&gt;we were like "ok when dougie comes on screen. we both scream DOUGIE!!! really loud! ok?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THEN WE DID IT. and people turned and stared.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH HES &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOTTT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ehh, saw &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sheryl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sharmain&lt;/span&gt; in town.&lt;br /&gt;they looked like a couple. and sharmain hasnt changed much!&lt;br /&gt;but pretty ((: HAHAH VOICE STILL SAME!&lt;br /&gt;and sheryl has nice &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;contacts&lt;/span&gt;. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;urh, didnt take pics, didnt pour flour, didnt take neos.&lt;br /&gt;basically nothing besides the movie.&lt;br /&gt;and they ate pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;blah, i still have the flour, cos meryl was like no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;grrawr. i wanted to do more actually.&lt;br /&gt;oh heck, what was i expecting.&lt;br /&gt;and vada GOSH! i nearly kissed that moron. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we both turned at the same time in the cinema!&lt;br /&gt;then her mouth was open, i dunno she was talking or sth?&lt;br /&gt;and my mouth was so close to hers!!! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;yech. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DROPPED MY FRIGGIN PHONE UNDER THE SEAT IN THE CINEMAAA.&lt;br /&gt;then i realized, thankfully kinda fast.&lt;br /&gt;then then, (fr first floor) rushed up with vada while melody and meryl stayed downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;FOUND IT, thanks to va.&lt;br /&gt;haha dejavu, but in my position. remember at plaza sing once before?&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA GOSH, i was kinda freaking out. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;and va gt two cds! take this to your grave and a fever you cant sweat out.&lt;br /&gt;cost like 52 tgt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. she'll burn it for me, yay.&lt;br /&gt;AND IVE BEEN SUPER CHEENA SINCE AFTER THE STUPID SAN MAO THING.&lt;br /&gt;gosh im wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115099232798249780?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115099232798249780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115099232798249780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115099232798249780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115099232798249780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-believe-that-im-fool-again-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115094096010161862</id><published>2006-06-22T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T09:49:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BABEEY&lt;/span&gt;!!! ((: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE YEAR OLDER, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;yay, caught benchwarmers yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;super funny, gosh i haven't laughed so much in a movie for HOW long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it was hilarious. although im slow la, watch so late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt thats cos if you see the ad you wouldnt really wanna watch it much.&lt;br /&gt;but ANYWAY, &lt;span &gt;ytd did chinese project too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt; i bailed on history, since va and ili weren't going either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and i had no mood to act or whatsoever. rawr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i went to ikea yesterday too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;my cupboard is a spoiler la, i wanted black white and red kinda theme in my room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and my cupboard is.. pinkish brown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;GOD. spoiler spoiler spoiler. &gt;: hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to celebrate meryl's later.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly have a project.&lt;br /&gt;but meryl and char arent answering their dumb phones.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. project at 10? its 9.45am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115094096010161862?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115094096010161862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115094096010161862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115094096010161862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115094096010161862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-babeey-one-year-older.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115086087927465463</id><published>2006-06-21T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:34:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have found out something else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha babeey and i have something else in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE BOTH STUPID &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;CHEENA POKS&lt;/span&gt; IN PRIMARY SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;We both loved 5566 and Tony Sun.&lt;br /&gt;"wo men she fans worx." HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;haha. looking back, how young and foolish we were.&lt;br /&gt;XD ah funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;doing the san mao thingy now. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;its like we're really filming.&lt;br /&gt;im wearing meryls very very big shirt.&lt;br /&gt;cos im supposed to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;HEH. san mao's husband! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115086087927465463?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115086087927465463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115086087927465463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115086087927465463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115086087927465463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-have-found-out-something-else-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115081509637413111</id><published>2006-06-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:51:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Available: Yes. SINGLE &amp; ENJOYING IT(:&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 14&lt;br /&gt;A - Annoyance: Irritating screwups who act like theyre so much more important than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Best friend(s): magg, meryl, vadaa :D&lt;br /&gt;B - Band: fall out booyyy&lt;br /&gt;B - Birthday: 030592&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: haha mike he is cute. DOUGIE DOUGIEEE.&lt;br /&gt;C - Country: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;C - Cat: s are annoying creatures that come and mess up my grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dead pet's name: NO PETS ((:&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Richard&lt;br /&gt;D - Dogs: I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: urhh, sharan. ((:&lt;br /&gt;E - Eggs: i dont like&lt;br /&gt;E - Email: &lt;a href="mailto:mvp_mag@hm.com"&gt;j0ellene@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite colour(s): ALL COLOURS, black/red combinations are hot.&lt;br /&gt;F - Food:heh i have alot.&lt;br /&gt;F - Foreign language: haha i wanna learn french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy bears or worms?: worms ((:&lt;br /&gt;G - God: is good.&lt;br /&gt;G - Good times: haha urh, many i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hair colour: brown. its red highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 164.&lt;br /&gt;H- Happy: YES YES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Ice cream: haagen dazs, ben&amp;amp;jerry's, movenpick.&lt;br /&gt;I - Instrument: piano. cheat a little, learn guitar  before.&lt;br /&gt;I - Idol: hmm. dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Jewelry: earrings? necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: none yet.&lt;br /&gt;J - Jokes: you mean my random jokes that arent meant to be jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: i want twin siblings! brother and sister. HAHA. then the girl can pull a shes the man.&lt;br /&gt;K - Karate: is scary&lt;br /&gt;K - Kung Fu: is full of weird noises. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Love or lust: show me your love.&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car ride: to kl.&lt;br /&gt;L - Lipstick or chopstick?: errr chopstick (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk flavour: STRAWBERRYYY&lt;br /&gt;M - Mother's name: Susan&lt;br /&gt;M - Movie last watched: garfield 2. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;N - Name of siblings: trini&lt;br /&gt;N- Name: jolene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish: manymany more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;O - One phobia: creepy things.&lt;br /&gt;O - Otter pop: weasel pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Parents, are they married or divorced: married&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your appearance you like best: uhh. my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your personality you like best: i dunno. my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quick or slow?: depends&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queer or straight?: queer? AHHA straight.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queen or king?: uh, i wanna be a princess. haha i sound so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: friends.&lt;br /&gt;R - Reality TV show: AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left: left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song last heard: one more moment - ronin&lt;br /&gt;S - Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up: 9?&lt;br /&gt;T - Time Now: 2241 hrs&lt;br /&gt;T - Time for bed: When I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown: why that groupmate is so frickin rude.&lt;br /&gt;U - Unicorns: i wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;U - U are: UNIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you love: sambal kangkong. :D&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: bittergourd.&lt;br /&gt;V - View on politics: women's place is in the house and senate. i got this off a shirt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: screaming for no particular reason. my temper.&lt;br /&gt;W - What's up: the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays: nonee&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rated: RA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - You have something to say?: TRE BIEN.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year it is now: 2006&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yellow: is a nice colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo animal: Monkey, High-class!&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Monkey&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoolander: yolanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from marine parade.&lt;br /&gt;i was being klutzy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;went into chameleon, and i banged my knee against the sharp part of the cupboard thingies.&lt;br /&gt;and it started bleeding. and i could still laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moronic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i bought red and black thingies to hang in my new room. bleh, i wanna do without the door but i dont want my room to be like, free.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I HAVE T DYE MY HAIR BACK SOON.&lt;br /&gt;andandanddd i cant wait t watch just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;stupid chinese script hasnt been sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115081509637413111?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115081509637413111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115081509637413111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115081509637413111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115081509637413111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/available-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115073019931632996</id><published>2006-06-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:16:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when i hear of love, all i can think of is her.</title><content type='html'>aunt asked me for my blog address a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;NUH-UH-UH. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i'll go see if i can rmb how to password protect my blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha i do! and im going to passwrd protect my blog.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been getting hooked on devil beside you.&lt;br /&gt;ahha butbut the heroine cannot kiss!! LOUSY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted the bball capt and his gf to have sex X|&lt;br /&gt;mag kept being noisy and making noises throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;gahh tmr geog AND hist. rush rush )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;god, im still stuck on pink's who knew.&lt;br /&gt;its getting to me. its like striking some nerve. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gunna watch the last ep. of devil beside you, later after i blog!&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i'm helping meryl solve her groupless problem.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ive solved meryl's groupless problem.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damn i rock.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and now! im fucking pissed with my mum&lt;br /&gt;like everything i want in my new room, she says no.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, paint the walls, cannot. i want those lights, cannot.&lt;br /&gt;you go bother about your own damn room.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even fucking care about fengshui.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO THE OPERATIVE WORD IS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;. MY ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;!@#$^ aouiwhgkn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed pissed pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand it when im talking to people who have MANY MANY MANY irritating-as-crap emoticons to use when theyre talking.&lt;br /&gt;so its like,&lt;br /&gt;"(sparkly H)ow do (bouncing U) k(RED NO SIGN)w that i've (RED NO SIGN)t c(STUPID SMILEY THAT GOES HAHAHA ALL OVER THE PLACE)nged?"&lt;br /&gt;GOD! GO AWAY, I CRINGE WHEN I SEE YOU TYPE.&lt;br /&gt;and i basically blocked that person and i dont wanna see her start another conversation with me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;so bye bye, get the hint, and go away! before i bite your head off.&lt;br /&gt;totally spoilt my mood, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, schools reopening in 6 more days.&lt;br /&gt;some kinda holiday! ugh. and im annoyed at chiam fei fei.&lt;br /&gt;she never even bothered to ensure all of us had grps for our frickin chinese project.&lt;br /&gt;stupid lazy cannot be bothered promise breaker.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! I FEEL LIKE TEARING AWAY ALL THE PROJECT WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115073019931632996?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115073019931632996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115073019931632996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115073019931632996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115073019931632996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-when-i-hear-of-love-all-i-can.html' title='and when i hear of love, all i can think of is her.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115030386051967694</id><published>2006-06-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:21:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugarush</title><content type='html'>boy, you're my sugarushh ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went high today :D&lt;br /&gt;talking online with those two crazy people,&lt;br /&gt;sheryl and magdaleney.&lt;br /&gt;but before that i was stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Funny convo makes me go wacky!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yay, been long since i felt the high.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM ADVERTISING FOR &lt;span style="color:hotpink;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;'S WHO KNEW.&lt;br /&gt;hahah its so so so good, im sharing with people!&lt;br /&gt;GO LISTEN, gogogo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-if someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, i'd stand up and punch them out, cos they're all wrong. and last kiss i'll cherish until we meet again. and time makes it harder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish i could remember. but i keep your memory, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you visit me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. my darling, who knew? my darling, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gosh so sweet la! i love love love this sooong. its on loop. hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;ill edit and continue this some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;//edit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr meryl i dont care ah. you better do some of our geog work, dont slack off.&lt;br /&gt;vada, deannie and ili came over to do our history script and and and we finished it!&lt;br /&gt;haha and my butter buscuits too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway overslept today XD had tuition at 10 and i woke up at ten. boo.&lt;br /&gt;haha rushrush and i was ready at 1020. but my mum still took her time and all. gah.&lt;br /&gt;mdm poon makes lovely cheesecake :D&lt;br /&gt;and my nose was a dipshit, and i couldnt stop sneezing and all.&lt;br /&gt;i still cant. feel so sick ):&lt;br /&gt;blehehehh. va's leaving tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;and math project in the morning, gah!&lt;br /&gt;im so annoyed with the school. holiday my buttcrack.&lt;br /&gt;ill be glad when its all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115030386051967694?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115030386051967694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115030386051967694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115030386051967694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115030386051967694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/sugarush.html' title='sugarush'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115018449954448407</id><published>2006-06-13T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:48:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should have known you would be like that.&lt;br /&gt;i fail to see how youre that nice and all,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want our friendship to end, so please fucking be nicer to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i wanna use &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; for my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;fun&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i like my blogskin now, but somehow i just want a change.&lt;br /&gt;and im &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; home alone!&lt;br /&gt;i got a headache doing sudoku plus in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;difficult, boo ):&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinkg and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i want something more in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;well i trip over everything you say&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;in the worst way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115018449954448407?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115018449954448407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115018449954448407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115018449954448407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115018449954448407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/fusion_13.html' title='fusion'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-115000497560276690</id><published>2006-06-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:49:40.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got tagg-ed by vaada.&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions below before you write and tag 5 people to do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;1. olivia&lt;br /&gt;2. my godbrother&lt;br /&gt;3. vadaa&lt;br /&gt;4. melody&lt;br /&gt;5. charmaine&lt;br /&gt;6. meryl&lt;br /&gt;7. joseph&lt;br /&gt;8. faith&lt;br /&gt;9. nicole&lt;br /&gt;10. mag&lt;br /&gt;11. sarah&lt;br /&gt;12. steven&lt;br /&gt;13. dianne&lt;br /&gt;14. vic&lt;br /&gt;15. sharan!&lt;br /&gt;16. chuiying&lt;br /&gt;17. yannick&lt;br /&gt;18. deannie&lt;br /&gt;19. gienne&lt;br /&gt;20. jeeeeboon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?[vic]&lt;br /&gt;through georgiennee, at her birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 10?[mag]&lt;br /&gt;i guess my life would be hellofalot more boring! &lt;3&gt; I LOVE MAGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?[jeeboon and nicole]&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! hm, i'd laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever like 19?[georgienne]&lt;br /&gt;gienne!? no, nothing more than friends! aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?[meryl and yannick]&lt;br /&gt;no. no no no not in a million years. meryl would be so... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.[vada]&lt;br /&gt;crazy, wacky, fellow fob lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?[faith]&lt;br /&gt;faith? uhh not attracted to her, in that sense no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 7.[joseph]&lt;br /&gt;haha. umm, i dunno. hes a guy. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?[steven]&lt;br /&gt;eh. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?[sarah]&lt;br /&gt;ehhh, id laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speak?[sharan]&lt;br /&gt; english, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?[nicole]&lt;br /&gt;urh, no one i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16 now?[chuiying]&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?[dianne]&lt;br /&gt;hmm, last tuition session tgt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 2 favourite band/singer?[my godbro]&lt;br /&gt;uh.hell if i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 7?[joseph]&lt;br /&gt;hm now? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 15 single?[sha]&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name?[mag]&lt;br /&gt;ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?[sarah]&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 go to?[va]&lt;br /&gt;tkgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?[meryl]&lt;br /&gt;bayshore park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favourite thing about 5?[charmaine]&lt;br /&gt;umm, herself i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen no.1 naked?[olivia]&lt;br /&gt;no. and i sincerely do not plan to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts. my eyes hurt actually.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive been hoooked on korean drama series titled sassy girl.&lt;br /&gt;the chun hyang one. hahaha. its realleee nice.&lt;br /&gt;i won four bucks playing bingo ytd. i am gooood. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and i think im coming down with something, blaha.&lt;br /&gt;watched the da vinci code ytd, pirated, HEEHEE the subtitles are total CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;there was one that showed sophie neveu(spell) saying "i am a ball"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA YES IM SURE SHE IS. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ive been blogging rubbish these days. hahaha, well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;my new house is sad.&lt;br /&gt;its small, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;look im not exaggerating here, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;-my room is smaller than the toilet in my masterbedroom now.&lt;br /&gt;-my room now, is bigger than my living room AND my dining room combined in that other house.&lt;br /&gt;-AND the whole apartment is smaller than my first floor now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying. ))): rawrr!!! i dont care, im gunna spice up my room.&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder how i need to arrange my room, just so i dont feel claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; damn. i'm gunna have red, green, yellow, orange and purple in my room.&lt;br /&gt;walls maybe? HAHA seriously. i want my rooma to be colourful.&lt;br /&gt;i insist that we need a designer, cuz its so small. even my mum doesnt know how to arrange her stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;like yea, but my dad's being dumb deciding we DONT need a designer.&lt;br /&gt;our new house is gunna look like a pigsty. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;and im def. going to (try to) get a new stereo. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;heh, but i get the biggerr room. duh, i mean im not going to let my YOUNGER sister get the bigger room.&lt;br /&gt;she'd prolly wont use it anyway, she's prolly not even using her own room much.she'll sleep with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; i plan to have a wall full of pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;yay, my own room finally.&lt;br /&gt;ive searched everywhere. for a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;all the wallets SUCK now, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ms, pp, tm, cs heck man.&lt;br /&gt;i feel dejected. haha, i shall check bugis and town some other day =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-115000497560276690?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/115000497560276690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=115000497560276690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115000497560276690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/115000497560276690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-tagg-ed-by-vaada.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114974742401580947</id><published>2006-06-08T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:17:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/jiv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/jiv1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, va just decided it was time to be spastic, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/jd1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/jd1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the jersey girl! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/cy2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/cy2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha hi darling! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/233.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/233.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doesnt meryl look like a teddy bear here? HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, sudden outburst.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway ive been doing packing, i think im allergic to dust.&lt;br /&gt;my nose is reacting again and my mums being a total beeyatch.&lt;br /&gt;ok uh met sha and annabelle ytd, watched the omen.&lt;br /&gt;THEY FORCED ME. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;i screamed, uh 5 times. havent watched horror in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt that scary. just SHOCKING.&lt;br /&gt;S-H-O-C-K-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;when that stupid nanny jumped on robert.&lt;br /&gt;and sharan SCREEEAMED into my ear, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;i think she gave me the biggest shock.&lt;br /&gt;annabelle was just like looking bored. haha but SHE SCREAMED TOO.&lt;br /&gt;and the people next to sharan were a real laugh. literally.&lt;br /&gt;then afters left to meet cy and beat, i was an hr late? X((&lt;br /&gt;oops. haha but BEATRICE WAS LATERR.&lt;br /&gt;rented the family stone and big mommas house to watch.&lt;br /&gt;family stone was boring, and its screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;imagine inviting yr sister over to your husband to be's house&lt;br /&gt;and your HTB(husband to be) falls in love iwth her.&lt;br /&gt;and you fall in love with your HTB's brother.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SCREW UPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114974742401580947?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114974742401580947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114974742401580947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114974742401580947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114974742401580947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-quarters.html' title='two quarters'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114960042006908975</id><published>2006-06-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:31:15.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come what may</title><content type='html'>jersey day with mel, mer, nana and faithy today!&lt;br /&gt;hoho shes the man rocks.&lt;br /&gt;and it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wear like bigbig boardshorts today. AHHA XD&lt;br /&gt;meryl met many people today. tsk. she was talking to jaey for soo long, i think melly was pissedd. i was kinda wondering what sheryl would have thought.=X&lt;br /&gt;took prints. and it was so stuffy. =X&lt;br /&gt;060606 todaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;and i needed the toilet so bad after the movie !@#$&lt;br /&gt;hahaha mel was SEXAYYEE today. ohlala.&lt;br /&gt;and meryl was wearing a tablecloth! but it was ok. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What ended your last relationship??&lt;br /&gt;* no more feelings? or maybe the dude was just a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;* uhh shes the man. oh yeah i didnt just smile. i all out laughed. it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing this morning at 8a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;* sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;* chatting online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Something that happened to you in 1985?&lt;br /&gt;* UH, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your prom night?&lt;br /&gt;* na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;* hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last thing someone else said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;* ok ok hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Worst thing currently on television?&lt;br /&gt;* uh those kinda old time kungfu acted out by useless taiwan actors. suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was in the mail today?&lt;br /&gt;* uh 4 new emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many different beverages have you drank&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;* HM. good question. i think 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;* depends. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your -do list for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;* stayovah! andand sharaney and annabelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Least favorite place to shop?&lt;br /&gt;* hmm.the ahlian hangouts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;* a drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Funniest thing you heard all day?&lt;br /&gt;* a part in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Funniest thing(s) you've said today?&lt;br /&gt;* not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;* brown and glass-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Beautiful Is:&lt;br /&gt;* as beautiful does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your keychain:&lt;br /&gt;* i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;* in my wallet? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What kind of winter coat do you have?&lt;br /&gt;* uh i dont have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the weather like on your&lt;br /&gt;graduation day?&lt;br /&gt;* UH, i was away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;*DUNNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last rainbow you saw?&lt;br /&gt;* cant recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Something you are excited about.&lt;br /&gt;* meeting friends and just goin insanneee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114960042006908975?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114960042006908975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114960042006908975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114960042006908975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114960042006908975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-what-may.html' title='come what may'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114938704056028967</id><published>2006-06-04T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:21:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i set my clocks early cuz i know im always late</title><content type='html'>BACK FROM MSIA!&lt;br /&gt;missed babeeey many many! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;SHE MISSED ME TOO! ahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;sodialn~!&lt;br /&gt;hurhur, malaysia was okk.&lt;br /&gt;cept for a few things.&lt;br /&gt;went with my mum's friendand her daughter too.&lt;br /&gt;the friend very irritating luh, make everything as if im a bad influence on her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;the daughter(nicole) stuck her tongue out and she was like "you learn from jolene issit?"&lt;br /&gt;and im like wtf i dont even stick my tongue out at people like that mostof the time.&lt;br /&gt;when she is the one who sticks out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;and she's thirty plus and acts young can. !@#$&lt;br /&gt;i dont like her.&lt;br /&gt;andand i swam everyday there, in hopes of tanning and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i tanned BUT NOTHING HAPPENED. im prolly just a litttle darker ):&lt;br /&gt;i dont care im gunna tan more. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway the people there were very gross,&lt;br /&gt;they were those malay people wear their tudongs right&lt;br /&gt;they just went in the pool like that!&lt;br /&gt;and they were like what, washing themselves?&lt;br /&gt;i was like omg omg and i ran into the other pool.&lt;br /&gt;yech.and there were plastic bags, SEAWEED, paper and all that on the floor of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;and the public transport there is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate sg's transport alot alot now.&lt;br /&gt;haw, ok that enough grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;i ate like a pig there.gosh.&lt;br /&gt;and i was on the same coach as georgienne's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;however, the lucky ass went to CLUB MED.&lt;br /&gt;and i went to some ulu resort. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;godbrother cycled there, i think its insane.&lt;br /&gt;and pool-ed. i shot in three consecutive balls ok!&lt;br /&gt;and its NOT TIKAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114938704056028967?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114938704056028967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114938704056028967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114938704056028967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114938704056028967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-set-my-clocks-early-cuz-i-know-im.html' title='i set my clocks early cuz i know im always late'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114906698797728472</id><published>2006-05-31T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:16:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think im falling in LOVE</title><content type='html'>rawr. mum didnt allow me to go to vaunt ytd.&lt;br /&gt;wasted my 18$ damn ):&lt;br /&gt;im leaving for m'sia laaayter.&lt;br /&gt;gunna go there and cheer my godbrother on or sth?&lt;br /&gt;he frickin cycled like 500 km?! nutcase. seriously!&lt;br /&gt;im gunna go work on my tan in m'sia. since where im going is like some club med thing,&lt;br /&gt;ABSO-BLODDY-LUTELY NO SHOPPING CENTRES!&lt;br /&gt;i know i know! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum REFUSES to get me a new pair of slippers.&lt;br /&gt;even though i need one really really badly.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! i better go charge everyything before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;HEH, im leaving the stupid phone in sg!&lt;br /&gt;AND IM IN LOVEEE WITH MY NEW SKIN, its my favfave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114906698797728472?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114906698797728472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114906698797728472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114906698797728472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114906698797728472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-im-falling-in-love.html' title='i think im falling in LOVE'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114897118042646964</id><published>2006-05-30T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:09:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standing here right outside your door</title><content type='html'>HELLO LOVELIES.&lt;br /&gt;i need help, i need to find a euphemism for the word F-CK.&lt;br /&gt;hm. how about, sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;butbut, it'll be just so weird if i whack my knee on say, the wall and go "SEXUAL INTERCOURSE" right. and besides, its so uncouth. (not to mention long - 5 syllabus- and waste of breath)&lt;br /&gt;UGH AND THE BEST PART,&lt;br /&gt;my freaking mp3 HAS NO SPACE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is really screwed up, she never listens to what i say.&lt;br /&gt;when i was getting a new mp3, i told her i wanted the creative zen,&lt;br /&gt;the one with alot of space. she was like no no no get this one.&lt;br /&gt;and duh i has to get it. 512 mb.&lt;br /&gt;512 mb you want me to put what la!&lt;br /&gt;irritating, and see! THERES NO MORE SPACE ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;and that stupid thing cost like 300+.&lt;br /&gt;might as well just get me the stupid zen right!&lt;br /&gt;dammit, and i want an new mp3.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, irritating.&lt;br /&gt;RWOARRRRRRRR !@#$^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;im gunna save up.&lt;br /&gt;i want the zen microphoto thing.&lt;br /&gt;!@#$ its like only 100 more than this stupid mp3 player,&lt;br /&gt;which has like less than 1/8th of its space!&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE KILL THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE THESE MP3s!&lt;br /&gt;my nose and eyes are acting up again,&lt;br /&gt;itchy itchyitchy.&lt;br /&gt;and ive seen my baby photos!&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE THIS CHUBBY LITTLE CUTE GIRL! AHHA.&lt;br /&gt;and my hair was like BOOM, and all standing, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;ok this is nonsense, vaunt later.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;YTD, went out with va and ili after hist!&lt;br /&gt;HEH, went to bugis to take neos.&lt;br /&gt;AND ILI FARRRTEDDD XD&lt;br /&gt;we were in the booth, and she farteedd.&lt;br /&gt;and then, vada pinched her nose cuz she couldnt stand the smell,&lt;br /&gt;and her nose started bleeeeeding!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like oh god oh god, praying that there'd be a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;and there was! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i shall post the neoprint soon, too lazy to find it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114897118042646964?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114897118042646964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114897118042646964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114897118042646964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114897118042646964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/standing-here-right-outside-your-door.html' title='standing here right outside your door'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114874332921498075</id><published>2006-05-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:22:09.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never thought you'd say baby goodbye</title><content type='html'>My nose was being a crappy irritating thing today, i suddenly reacted to some dust or sth, and i couldnt stop sneezing for hrs and hrs and hrs.&lt;br /&gt;went over to mags, as it was meredith's celebration thing.&lt;br /&gt;watched alot of teevee XD&lt;br /&gt;uhh. and mag, finally decided that dyeing my hair does not equal to ah lian, thus commenting that my hair was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;i now realize that my hair is a little too red, think that stupid idiot mixed up the colors, cuz im sure the color i chose was less BRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;but its still nice. so yes. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;cam whored a little, but i was still feeling all sick, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;uh, then went to the playground, armed with my lovely box of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a MANIZER. yes okay i know theres no such word,&lt;br /&gt;but it is derived from WOMANIZER, but the girl version.&lt;br /&gt;hahah some acjc girl, who was FLOCKED by guys.&lt;br /&gt;who she invited to her house, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, funny.&lt;br /&gt;then me and mag decided to go to the pool, where meredith and her friends were.&lt;br /&gt;went to the wading pool, and i pushed mag in! hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;then! the little midgets, hahaha, ok meredith and my sis and mag, PULLED ME IN.&lt;br /&gt;gr! i was wearin the tk orientation shirt.&lt;br /&gt;YES, THAT SHEER LOUSY MATERIAL SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. so wrong. hahaha, then went back to change,&lt;br /&gt;time sorta passed quickly, didnt really know what was happening,&lt;br /&gt;and we saw geraldine doin cip near mags house!&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. and that girl is so MEAN. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;yarg, i cant rmb luh,&lt;br /&gt;thats all? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and homewreckers is such a mean show.&lt;br /&gt;ANDANDAND THE CHUPPA CHUPS NEW SLOGAN IS SO SO WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pleasure of sucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG WTF? bahahahah SO WRONG CAN.&lt;br /&gt;and me and mag were like it should be:&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, they are innocent little children sucking chuppa chups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN, they slowly turn older and less innocent big teenagers sucking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMETHING ELSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. please!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114874332921498075?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114874332921498075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114874332921498075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114874332921498075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114874332921498075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-never-thought-youd-say-baby-goodbye_27.html' title='i never thought you&apos;d say baby goodbye'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114865924343862168</id><published>2006-05-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:00:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and you will find someone</title><content type='html'>crap im aching all overrr ):&lt;br /&gt;did our music and gym routines today.&lt;br /&gt;oh my my, gym was a total mess. EVERYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;and i mean EVERYTHING, was LAST MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;we even forgot our stupid bridge thingy. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end we decided to do two of each thing. HAHA. stupid meryl couldnt egg roll properly.&lt;br /&gt;euh, nothing much i guess. op clean up.&lt;br /&gt;miss ee is so nice! and its her last day ): i love that streak in her hair!&lt;br /&gt;and she let us play music drg cleanup but rauhdah said we had to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;then lenny said we cldn't talk.&lt;br /&gt;ok wtf? HAHA THAT WAS JUST STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;and there was the "i want your hairs to be in their natural colors when you all come back to sch"&lt;br /&gt;whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;did my hair with meryl afters.&lt;br /&gt;gosh im SO SO SORRY MEL, ELENNA &amp; AMANDA.&lt;br /&gt;you guys were waiting so so so long ):&lt;br /&gt;im SORRY, and i didnt know it'll be that longgg.&lt;br /&gt;rwoar, we go out again ok?&lt;br /&gt;and amanda was hot, and elenna was sooo different! hahah but good.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway blehh that stupid dude was so rough with my hair,&lt;br /&gt;and i swore he was gunna burn a hole in my head.&lt;br /&gt;and went bowling with gienne, vic, pron &amp;amp; annabelle afters.&lt;br /&gt;it was ok, and my highest was a 123 ):&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt bowl properly,&lt;br /&gt;and GEORGIENNE, im sorry tooo. we've already made up anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY SCHS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye, hell hole.&lt;br /&gt;hello.. another hell hole full of projects.&lt;br /&gt;everyone groan.&lt;br /&gt;im gunna let the procrastinator in me show,&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;and chiamfeifei fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;anywaaay.&lt;br /&gt;seeyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114865924343862168?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114865924343862168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114865924343862168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114865924343862168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114865924343862168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-you-will-find-someone.html' title='and you will find someone'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114853584387067265</id><published>2006-05-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:46:23.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peter smexy wentz</title><content type='html'>hello everybody. ths is vada. hooray for VADA. :D&lt;br /&gt;and double hooray for PETE WENTZ cos he's just been crown smexiest panda EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Hm, Jolene is next to me now. :D&lt;br /&gt;I HEART PETE! I'm gonna make a white shirt that says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART&lt;br /&gt;PETE WENTZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be the only one who has it cos you know, I made it. hahaha. okay. this is spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go out on june 5th to celebrate pete's birthday. without pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YOU HEARD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114853584387067265?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114853584387067265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114853584387067265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114853584387067265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114853584387067265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/peter-smexy-wentz.html' title='peter smexy wentz'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114848131577505979</id><published>2006-05-24T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:35:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut my wrists and black my eyes.</title><content type='html'>i cant really rmb what happened tday.&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my temper and patience with meryl today,&lt;br /&gt;during recess.&lt;br /&gt;i guess stuff's ok now, but i dunno, im still a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;oh, but im irritated quite a bit these days.&lt;br /&gt;we have five. freakin projects to do during the HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;hello, the word holiday doesnt really come into place does it.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, im losing myself,&lt;br /&gt;im losin all respect i once had, losin my sanity, losing everything thats dear t me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how im throwin myself in so deep.&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be immersing myself in studies, but i never do it.&lt;br /&gt;my report card is gunna suck like i dont know what, im like b averaging everything.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;ughughugh at least. two more days. two more days and im gunna destress.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to ECP with me, to release? )X&lt;br /&gt;this isnt how my year is supposed to turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;but im not gunna sit here moping anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im gunna make it happen myself.&lt;br /&gt;i know i cant change you people out there, but i can change myself,&lt;br /&gt;and i know just where to start.&lt;br /&gt;that obnoxious short temper of mine.&lt;br /&gt;if youre thinking, "ha, finally." - shut the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;im gunna curb my temper, but im still liable to outbursts. (:&lt;br /&gt;and, one more thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no more cursing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;unless totally necessary, yes.&lt;br /&gt;gwoarh project runway is on!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114848131577505979?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114848131577505979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114848131577505979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114848131577505979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114848131577505979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/cut-my-wrists-and-black-my-eyes.html' title='cut my wrists and black my eyes.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114813518471548245</id><published>2006-05-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:26:24.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ransom letter</title><content type='html'>ok DARUL is old news. lousy. hahaha. im gunna post the FEW photos that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/SAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/200/SAM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM EFFING COOPER &lt;3 OH MY LOVE. even though i look gross in this pic, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/28546180547163l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/200/28546180547163l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look wrong again. cuz i was COUGHING. and that stupid sarah SNAPPED. see even gerladine wasn't ready. and i love sarah's darlie white teeth X( UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;hahah stupid pictures.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway had high fever ytd ): was sore everywhere, including my thighs and all cuz that stupid meryl chen pushed me DOWN when i was doing a split. arh! yes so im still aching all over. garh. and i had to sit for the VIP test.&lt;br /&gt;!@#$ NOT EASY!&lt;br /&gt;math was like @#&amp;amp; RWOAR.&lt;br /&gt;and this irritating shit behind me kept coughing and clearing his throat. i was like SHUT UP ALREADY. and i shushed him. but NO he kept CAHLWIEH-ING.&lt;br /&gt;and now i cant stop coughing ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114813518471548245?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114813518471548245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114813518471548245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114813518471548245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114813518471548245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/ransom-letter.html' title='ransom letter'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114797063450870578</id><published>2006-05-19T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:00:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HARD ROCK!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ROCKED! &lt;/span&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh im still SO IN LOVE. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SAM COOPER&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOUU! @#!&amp; I GOT A PICTURE TAKEN WITH HIM. but i'll post the pics some other time, since its all in sarah's cam!&lt;br /&gt;gosh inked out, an sg band, played there too.&lt;br /&gt;lead is CUTE, his name is Darul. and he pointed at me and Vic at the concert while he was singing. ;) and eye contact, ohlala. but i think he has a girlfriend already or sth. sad huh, haha. they sound really professional though (: love the song 'My Crush'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway got there, and JIMMYJIMMYJIMMY. i walked pass him so many times but i didnt even KNOW. he was in front of me at the door! i should have like. done sth. rwoar. hahha. andand Sam Cooper was just down out hot. arhh! Er anyway, didnt eat. im still starving ): hahah ok and two beer promoters thought we were like. 21 or sth? they wanted to give us moosehead. but nah, they asked and we said nah. then later they decided that we were 16? HAHAH. funny, and there were people, like poseurs staring at me and vic. what man, whats so nice to stare about? =/ shoo. haha and vic and i were guy rating. hahaha i heard her say "raping" and i was like WHAAT? HAHAHA. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Er anyway, Porkchop (some guy)'s band, Maximum Mob or whatever, started singing. Porkchop was lead. he gave me a headache. seriously i got annoyed listenin to him =/ THEN INKED OUT CAME OUT. haha Vic and i were in, heated discussion. hahah. ok then they sang blah blah, and i decided that the lead is cute. there. hahah, uh, then SAW LOSER :D and Sam kept eye contacting everyone. oh wait let me tell you, there was NO STAGE. just some small platform and NO barrier. SO WE WERE LIKE SO CLOSE. ah! and Sam was major eye contacting people. and there were some ang mohs there, they were partying like crazy shit. and they kept pushin each other ard. some dude carried a malay guy up and threw him down on stage, i think he whacked his head or sth. omf yeah and sarah was like staring. =/ HAHAH. BEH and there was a camera man! ok two but who cares. the camera man im talking about, IS SERIOUSLY HOT. hot hothot. like hotter than Jonathon Rhys Meyers!! hahaha and he was taking a vid after they finished performing (during too of course). and he filmed me! i put my face near the screen and whooped. he was laughing! HAHA SO CUTE &lt;3 im going to post a picture of Darul. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/Darul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/Darul2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, cute no? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114797063450870578?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114797063450870578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114797063450870578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114797063450870578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114797063450870578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/hard-rock-rocked-hahahah_114797063450870578.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114770936373424853</id><published>2006-05-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:09:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that you want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighs, im feeling useless. i think the stress is getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;broke down during tennis today, crying and shit. whats the use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im just not good at anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;studies, sports, music, looks, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im just useless and so SHALLOW. if there was just one single thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i excel in. but there is nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why cant i ever get anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after tennis today, was rushing home,&lt;br /&gt;met meryl, pron and mel to go to vch.&lt;br /&gt;then chiamfeifei there tell us that she couldnt get tickets for us.&lt;br /&gt;great, so we were like paiseh-ed there.&lt;br /&gt;in the end went to town, stupid cbd, went into taxi.&lt;br /&gt;uncle rush rush rush after we told him we wanted to get into cine.&lt;br /&gt;the moment we passed cbd (7.44), have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;we cross the line, 7.45 pm.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la! &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;erh, we were walking pass this grp of guys,&lt;br /&gt;then the annoying person in front, just as we walked pass, shouted BUTCH.&lt;br /&gt;so freaking loudly la. whats your problem, haha, donno how to mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. and meryl claims i looked punk. w/e.&lt;br /&gt;haha,urh, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;my boring day for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114770936373424853?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114770936373424853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114770936373424853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114770936373424853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114770936373424853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/everything-that-you-want.html' title='everything that you want'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114760351506036593</id><published>2006-05-14T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:45:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>layers</title><content type='html'>LAYER 0NE: 0N THE 0UTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Name: Jolene&lt;br /&gt;-Birth date: 030592&lt;br /&gt;-Birth place: Thompson medical&lt;br /&gt;-Current location: home :D&lt;br /&gt;-Hair color: brown/black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TW0: 0N THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your weakness: er, im very moody.&lt;br /&gt;-Your fears: hmm :D&lt;br /&gt;-Your perfect pizza:hawaiian, without the pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;T0DAY,T0M0RR0W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your most overused phrase/word: haha.&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: i dunno XD my dimples!&lt;br /&gt;-Your bedtime: RECENTLY, its been later. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;-Your most missed memories: sighs, sometime last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER F0UR: Y0UR PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pepsi or Coke: coke&lt;br /&gt;-McDonald's or Burger King: McD's&lt;br /&gt;-Single or group dates: ER depends on the person.XD&lt;br /&gt;-Adidas or Nike: depends&lt;br /&gt;-Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: lipton&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate or vanilla:VANILLA :D&lt;br /&gt;-Cappuccino or coffee: er cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: D0 Y0U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;-Single: do i single? im single.&lt;br /&gt;-Take a sh0wer: duhh&lt;br /&gt;-Have a crush: haha EMO.&lt;br /&gt;-Think you've been in love: bleh?&lt;br /&gt;-Want to get married: someday&lt;br /&gt;-Get motion sickness: yeah&lt;br /&gt;-Think you're attractive: er no?&lt;br /&gt;-Think you're a health freak: no. puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;-Get along with your parents: not always&lt;br /&gt;-Like thunderstorms: no. no no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST M0NTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drank alcohol: nope&lt;br /&gt;-on a date: hahah past month? no.&lt;br /&gt;-Been on stage: er sorta.&lt;br /&gt;-Eaten sushi: i think i have, i LIKE&lt;br /&gt;-Been dumped: nuh uh. not me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE Y0U EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Played a game that required removal of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH, uhh i dont think so?&lt;br /&gt;-Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: vhat?!&lt;br /&gt;-Been caught doing sumthin?: HAHAHA whats something?&lt;br /&gt;-Got beaten up: er, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING 0LDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Age you hope to be married: 20+??&lt;br /&gt;-How do you want to die: a peaceful one.&lt;br /&gt;-What do you want to be when you grow up: eh, motivational trainer ;)&lt;br /&gt;-What country would you most like to visit: haha thailand. shop til i drop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Best eye color?: oh man, blue. definitely blue. blue. i love.&lt;br /&gt;-Best hair color?: mm brownish?&lt;br /&gt;-Height: er taller. XD&lt;br /&gt;-Best first date location: eh some restaurant? HAHA, i wish&lt;br /&gt;-First kiss location: UH, haha dunno XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Number of people I could trust with my life: 1 - me.&lt;br /&gt;-Number of cds: er. many :D&lt;br /&gt;-Number of piercings: 3&lt;br /&gt;-Number of tattoos: none. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK WHAT PEOPLE, I WAS BORED OK! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;AND JOSEPH IS A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD INFLUENCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hes making me sleep later and later everyday.&lt;br /&gt;if i have eyebags, grwoar, someones gunna die. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;anyway went for the family thing tday.&lt;br /&gt;ugh uber boring. B-O-R-I-N-G. i was like some waitress or sth.&lt;br /&gt;and i applied eyeliner and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum said i looked bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;whatever mum, and my relative, paiseh me only.&lt;br /&gt;ok i was bored to smithereens there.&lt;br /&gt;listening to music and just acting like the nice emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;then the same relative, called her yi yi, she said i was SWEET! haha cuz i helped out alot.&lt;br /&gt;haha and my aunt said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"youre right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH IM SO NICE, THEY ALL LOVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, im hard not to love. XD&lt;br /&gt;haha and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; about my vip application.&lt;br /&gt;fuck man, im such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;its gunna take a day for the email to come in,&lt;br /&gt;then ill print it out and HOPEFULLY ill get my godbrother to just drop it at vj for me XD&lt;br /&gt;mann, STUPID EMAIL, HURRY COME.&lt;br /&gt;@#^!% bleh, going for dinner with godma later.&lt;br /&gt;im not eating much. i cant eat much. I CANT!&lt;br /&gt;)): I WANNA GO BLADING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah sarah asked me to sawloser's concert tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I SO WANNA GO.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr im supposed to go for some dance performance by our sch.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know if id be able to get the ticket?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i so do not wanna pay.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i cant blog anymore, i dont know how ):&lt;br /&gt;and this is the second post of the day! hahaha, but of different days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114760351506036593?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114760351506036593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114760351506036593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114760351506036593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114760351506036593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/layers.html' title='layers'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114754308216223558</id><published>2006-05-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:58:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl put your records on.</title><content type='html'>mothers' day to yall (:&lt;br /&gt;i realise that ive been doing these greetings.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt even feel like its 0135 hrs now.&lt;br /&gt;MY SLEEPING TIMES ARE TOO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;ok, UH, IVE GOT MSELF A NEW SCORE,&lt;br /&gt;EMO! ((:&lt;br /&gt;haha, planning on TRYING to get to vaunt.&lt;br /&gt;but knowing my parents, it'll prolly be negative ):&lt;br /&gt;daddy'll think im insane.&lt;br /&gt;and mum refuses to acknowledge that im talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;kay anyway, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;morning, was rudely awaken by my mum screaming and shouting for us to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;ice skating with those little kids.&lt;br /&gt;nicole, the birthday girl, kept trying to put ice down my back!&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS AT THE SIDE WHEN SHE CAME UP TO ME AND PULLED MY SHIRT UP!&lt;br /&gt;geez. and then she and her midget friend CHASED ME AROUND THE RINK.&lt;br /&gt;$%&amp;# rwoar. thank you but i dont like ice being put down my back. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;ok then, ate. XD&lt;br /&gt;i got my white nail polish and now, my toenails are white and green!&lt;br /&gt;hoho, ok anyway, ate until i was disgustingly full.&lt;br /&gt;im not eating tmr, i swear. only veggies and healthy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;uh, went blading with trini after that.&lt;br /&gt;she fell down, twice.&lt;br /&gt;BOTH TIMES RAMMING HERSELF INTO SOMEONE'S GATE.&lt;br /&gt;maha, see la. anyhow run around. still tell me dont follow you,&lt;br /&gt;luckily you didnt get knocked down by a car, you baboon.&lt;br /&gt;then went out to 7-11. with trini and her friend. felt like BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;kay urh then went to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;strong&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/strong&gt; (there's your BLOCKS.) there at hallmarks,&lt;br /&gt;he was crouching down walking, i dunno for what.&lt;br /&gt;it was super hilarious actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha, I LIKE YOUR SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;but mine are nicest. i know.&lt;br /&gt;eh, went around looking for mothers day thingies.&lt;br /&gt;i got mumma chocs. (which i kindly ate a portion of)&lt;br /&gt;:D AND JOSEPH IS SO BUDGET ITS FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;he had less than my sister, to get his mum a present.&lt;br /&gt;and he got a winnie the pooh doll.&lt;br /&gt;XD HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;trini got mum a rose.&lt;br /&gt;er, then afters said bye =/&lt;br /&gt;and he got starbucks! (not nice =X)&lt;br /&gt;then i realized they were selling fake roses at er.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember the name of that dumb place.&lt;br /&gt;but he had no money!&lt;br /&gt;haha so i offered t buy him one,&lt;br /&gt;and HE VERY GLADLY ACCEPTED THE OFFER,&lt;br /&gt;so willing right &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;but no, i didnt get it in the end. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE STILL HAS BLACK NAIL POLISH ON.&lt;br /&gt;mahaa XD&lt;br /&gt;AND IM NEVER EATING CHOCS AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;after i devoured quite a bit, (WHAAT, im greedy ok.)&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM KINDLY TOLD ME THAT I WOULD PUT ON THREEKILOS AFTER THAT.&lt;br /&gt;do you know what my reaction was?&lt;br /&gt;i refused to believe her. then i got freaked out.&lt;br /&gt; then i wanted to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i dropped my weights twice.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad confiscated them.&lt;br /&gt;RWOAR.&lt;br /&gt;ok ive enough of blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;cha. boring post i know,&lt;br /&gt;but what to do? i blogged about a boring person XDDD&lt;br /&gt;(yes thats you JOSEPH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114754308216223558?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114754308216223558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114754308216223558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114754308216223558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114754308216223558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl-put-your-records-on.html' title='girl put your records on.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114741192837209557</id><published>2006-05-12T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:35:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two quarters and a heart down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;vesak day to you people ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello sweet &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;, got my long overdue sleeep XD&lt;br /&gt;first time i woke up, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; and not all tired and @*$-ish&lt;br /&gt;in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reflecting&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and i realize how downright RIDICULOUS this whole poppycock about you-know-what (ok you dont, but anyway) is!&lt;br /&gt;and yep! im changing :D&lt;br /&gt;i am i am.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;vow&lt;/span&gt; to keep my emotions &lt;em&gt;in line&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, okay.&lt;br /&gt;ER, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has happened, ok nothing has HAD A CHANCE to happen,&lt;br /&gt;since ive only been up 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, but im hving dinner&amp;bowling with&lt;br /&gt;pron, vic, dny, gienne, annabelle and hopefully va?&lt;br /&gt;XD I CAN'T BOWL FOR &lt;strong&gt;NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;BOO. hahah. oh well, it'll be fun to try.&lt;br /&gt;i realize that my posts no longer amuse me as much =/&lt;br /&gt;i need to find more things to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;vada is a sloth, she gets to shop SO OFTEN,&lt;br /&gt;and what about me huh! i shop i do!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a budget of like 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HOW &lt;strong&gt;EXHILARATING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gwroar. im gunna come up with a book,&lt;br /&gt;'how to cope with a budget of $20.'&lt;br /&gt;the answers simple -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU DON'T&lt;/u&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;ok ill add to this post once i get more imaginative and wonderful material in my head.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: GRWOAR, VA SAW SAM COOPER AT FORUM!!!! @($&amp;amp; AND SHE DIDNT TAKE PICS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114741192837209557?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114741192837209557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114741192837209557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114741192837209557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114741192837209557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-quarters-and-heart-down.html' title='two quarters and a heart down'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114735430761198366</id><published>2006-05-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:23:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youre my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'M OVER YOU&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, yes, im giving up!&lt;br /&gt;sighs. its for the best, i know.&lt;br /&gt;meryl still has this obsession over SANTA CLAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;BOTANIC GARDEN TRIP TODAYY :D&lt;br /&gt;i felt a sudden pang of wistful reminisce in the bus today,&lt;br /&gt;looking at those people. ):&lt;br /&gt;AH, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i swear mdm seah is getting nicer or sth,&lt;br /&gt;she actually praised my artwork!&lt;br /&gt;MAHA.&lt;br /&gt;er, but the guide is weird. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;"dont hit my leaves!"&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. they hit me first.&lt;br /&gt;went to tm with meryl and pron afters,&lt;br /&gt;pron went to meet her hot date,&lt;br /&gt;who isnt hot. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;SHAVE, YOU HAIRY MONSTER!!! rwoar.&lt;br /&gt;ok, sorry. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;watched MI3.&lt;br /&gt;hm, it was good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;haha, the cine was so empty.&lt;br /&gt;well thats one off. i wanna watch JUST MY LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;anything, anything for dougie.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, TGIF TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i miss yoou &lt;/strike&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114735430761198366?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114735430761198366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114735430761198366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114735430761198366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114735430761198366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-my-everything.html' title='youre my everything'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114726564544532761</id><published>2006-05-10T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:54:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars dont fall</title><content type='html'>SIGHS, im thinking thinking thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;changed my blogskin. i like it. cept that the stupid scroll bar below my posts isnt supposed to be there! and theres no logical reason that i can find, to show that its causing it!&lt;br /&gt;i shall post a nice hot picture for everryyone to ogle at :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/lovee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/320/lovee2.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT. I KNOW. im talking more about the girl here.&lt;br /&gt;ok as i was sayin,&lt;br /&gt;so many things im thinking about right now.&lt;br /&gt;regrets and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;you know when you used to have a special bond with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;a really really close friend, that you felt safe telling your secrets to?&lt;br /&gt;yeah well when you sorta fade away from that friend, grow distant.&lt;br /&gt;that feeling sucks dont it?&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel like rewinding time, dont it?&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel like you dont ever wanna have this sorta thing happen,&lt;br /&gt;and want to treasure every new friend ship you can make, dont it?&lt;br /&gt;well, i used to have a friend who id share everything with.&lt;br /&gt;but now we're so distant, we dont even talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to gossip about everythin and anythin with her,&lt;br /&gt;but now, its a hi-bye friend.&lt;br /&gt;RWOAR I TELL YOU. I HATE IT WHEN STUFF LIKE THAT HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;i want stuff back to norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;egh hist due tmr. not even done.&lt;br /&gt;shit, life's so screwedup now.&lt;br /&gt;AND CHELSY JUST SMSED ME!&lt;br /&gt;SHE THOUGHT I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP!&lt;br /&gt;nothing shocking right, BUT.&lt;br /&gt;SHE THOUGHT I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;WITH A GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;mahahah chelsyyyy, im straight woman. :D&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS, im feeling stuff im not supposed to be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;im so stuck on stay with you - googoo dolls.&lt;br /&gt;the song on my blog now, its hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;my new favouritee.&lt;br /&gt;EHHE. i ahve nothing to talk about today,&lt;br /&gt;rather shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;ok i sound too loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114726564544532761?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114726564544532761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114726564544532761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114726564544532761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114726564544532761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/stars-dont-fall.html' title='stars dont fall'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114716249096317903</id><published>2006-05-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:14:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song again, rwoar.&lt;br /&gt;came to sch after mcday ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@*#$&amp;&lt;/span&gt;, got back class comm. assesment.&lt;br /&gt;fuckin chiamfeifei so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt; against me?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's nv even seen me do anything/&lt;br /&gt;and she give me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;disapprove&lt;/span&gt; for like 2/3.&lt;br /&gt;and pron, who does the same thing as me?&lt;br /&gt;got strongly agree for everything.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; chiam fei fei&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you blooddy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;UGH, waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;and blah blah. i seriously felt like givin up on sch today.&lt;br /&gt;i was just so tired, so tired of everythin thats happenin to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;oh but happy note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;LIAN PINGG &lt;/span&gt;(PREFECT:D) AND&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; SHARON &lt;/span&gt;(RICHKID, that i wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kidnap&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O.G SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;even though i went to change it after that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rwoar. must study for some&lt;br /&gt;OH MOTHER F SHIT,&lt;br /&gt;i FORGOT TO BRING BACK CHI TB TO STUDY. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;arh, wahtever.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even think that id actually have to study for some stupid home ec shit.&lt;br /&gt;its just home ec man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;i wantt &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;yooo &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/7787384-114716249096317903?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114716249096317903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114716249096317903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114716249096317903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114716249096317903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-song-again-rwoar.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114709759495641847</id><published>2006-05-08T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:15:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ever since the day you went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And left me lonely and cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My life just hasn't been the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh baby no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I looked into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The moment that I let you go I just broke down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause the feelin that I feel within no other man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Would ever make me feel so right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's nice to smile when I get your phone call at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I'd rather have you here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Right next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I miss the way you hold me tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've got to let you know I feel so weak without your touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've gotta let you know I think that we are destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For you I'd cross the world for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'd do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's right baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm goin' crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I need to be your lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been thinking lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That you and me, yes we can make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just ride with me, roll with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm in love with you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Break it down now I'll tell you what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From the moment that I met you it's been so damn real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My heart seems to skip another beat every time we speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Can't believe I feel so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tell me that you really need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And you want me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And you miss me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm your lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be around waiting for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Put it down be the woman for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm falling so deep for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Crazy over you I'm calling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Callin' out to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What am I gonna do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's true no frontin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's you ain't no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can no longer go on without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bleh, i was sick today, skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;meryl has a big big mouth!&lt;br /&gt;XD but i still love you&lt;br /&gt;i think we're* glad to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;for the best.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM STUCK ON STAY WITH YOU BY GOOGOO DOLLS.&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO UBER NICE.&lt;br /&gt;go listen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114709759495641847?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114709759495641847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114709759495641847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114709759495641847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114709759495641847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/ever-since-day-you-went-away-and-left_08.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114700938693057793</id><published>2006-05-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:43:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dyin to hear trouble with love by kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;but the frggin thing isnt loading! roar.&lt;br /&gt;anyone out there has nice sappy shitty songs fr me to listen to?&lt;br /&gt;i feel all emo-ish agin.&lt;br /&gt;screw this feelin! i wanna be the crazy hyper bitch i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i find that part of me,&lt;br /&gt;growing smaller and smaller everyday.&lt;br /&gt;vada lets go out. i need someone to go crazy with.&lt;br /&gt;please, i want my personality back.&lt;br /&gt;UGH &lt;a href="mailto:!@#&amp;*($%"&gt;!@#&amp;amp;*($%&lt;/a&gt; i'm not gunna regret this.&lt;br /&gt;bye baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;because im thru with you.&lt;br /&gt;im done playin these games.&lt;br /&gt;youre wastin yr time.&lt;br /&gt;and im wastin mine.&lt;br /&gt;i've played fairly, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but ask yrself the same question,&lt;br /&gt;y'd get a different answer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i set things strgt.&lt;br /&gt;dont care if im gnna regrt it,&lt;br /&gt;i just hope im doin sth that will benefit me.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;push this dipshit to the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;yeah shdt be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;hah, the games finally over.&lt;br /&gt;you've won, havent you.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i did.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;finally, baby goodbye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114700938693057793?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114700938693057793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114700938693057793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114700938693057793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114700938693057793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-dyin-to-hear-trouble-with-love-by.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114691416627627429</id><published>2006-05-06T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:32:05.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>champagne!</title><content type='html'>back from sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, im sick. falling sick! rwoar.&lt;br /&gt;NO! how frickin annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe all that stress and hurt and moodswings ive put myself through are finally taking a toll on my body.&lt;/span&gt; sighs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;knows.&lt;br /&gt;it rained this morning.&lt;br /&gt;but met anyway, and the sun shone :DD&lt;br /&gt;headed to siloso beach and went in the water,&lt;br /&gt;swallowed a mouthful of disgusting sea water.&lt;br /&gt;oh f, it was HORRIBLE, yuckyuck.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THANKS TO AMANDA.&lt;br /&gt;amanda is pretty hot, like a billabong model or sth!&lt;br /&gt;i'll post that pic of her soon.&lt;br /&gt;stupid skinny asswipe kept complaining she was fat.&lt;br /&gt;#$!* felt like smacking her.&lt;br /&gt;rah. AND the mofos lost my beach ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tanned (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/DSC091582.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 182px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/400/DSC091582.0.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i now have gross tanline ):&lt;br /&gt;red red skin, boo.&lt;br /&gt;haha and someone mentioned that meryl shouldnt cover her face.&lt;br /&gt;hahah its so white compared to the rest of her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel was upset today, practically throughout the whole time&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP BABE, ITS OK.&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE SOME TIME AND CLEAR THINGS UP,&lt;br /&gt;CUZ I WANNA SEE THAT HAPPY SMILEY LITTLE GIRL AGAIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/DSC09194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 198px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/400/DSC09194.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so younger sister-ish right. obviously she's the one in yellow.&lt;br /&gt;and my hair is BOOMBOOM here thanks to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/DSC091802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/400/DSC091802.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after deciding to give up looking for that stupid ball, we decided to be cam whores!&lt;br /&gt;read the caption there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a little annoyed after that, meryl also decided to take matters into her own hands &gt;: and yeah so on and so forth. finally took a bus back and stopped at meryls stop to visit mobil and find chocs or sth. but STUPID THING didnt have the chocs i wanted. so i gave up and opted for crisps. ugh i didnt like it after that, totally no taste ):&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/1600/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7087/496/400/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;why'd you always leave me dry and cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;make me wonder what's being told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;leave everything covered up with doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;alright now babe, i'm giving up.&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/7787384-114691416627627429?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114691416627627429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114691416627627429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114691416627627429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114691416627627429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/champagne.html' title='champagne!'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114664237400753729</id><published>2006-05-03T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:46:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'M &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FOURTEEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;AND I'M GUNNA ENJOY IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;WITH OR WITHOUT YOU (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114664237400753729?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114664237400753729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114664237400753729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114664237400753729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114664237400753729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-to-me-im-fourteen-and.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114657700604650554</id><published>2006-05-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:36:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno how my mood can change so much,&lt;br /&gt;in such a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;i can't show how i feel towards you*&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so lousy because i can't express myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i know, if this continues, i'd be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be selfish, than to torture myself that way.&lt;br /&gt;i can't put these thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that, i still do care.&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself thinking about the past again,&lt;br /&gt;and i disgust myself,&lt;br /&gt;what right do i have thinking about that again?&lt;br /&gt;its a few hours away from &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fourteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, it don't feel how it should feel.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care who doesn't care,&lt;br /&gt;but if you have to know, i want &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to care.&lt;br /&gt;anything to brighten up my day?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't heard myself really laugh&amp;&lt;br /&gt;be as carefree as i was,&lt;br /&gt;knowing things would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;that's cuz, somehow, i knew this wouldn't work out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;RAH I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep telling yourself that jolene.&lt;br /&gt;sighs, oh well. i'll bring myself to bed,&lt;br /&gt;and at twelve, when that long-awaited tear comes rolling down,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wish myself a happy birthday on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to fight for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live and breathe for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you care for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause if you don't then just leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114657700604650554?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114657700604650554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114657700604650554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114657700604650554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114657700604650554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dunno-how-my-mood-can-change-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114646576301433857</id><published>2006-05-01T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:42:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home now. BECAUSE someone conveniently forgot.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at eleven ytd? and i woke up 8-ish.&lt;br /&gt;cuz my mum demanded i go and eat with them.&lt;br /&gt;and im sick now. bloody heck.&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to study for science.&lt;br /&gt;arh screw all these fucking tests.&lt;br /&gt;came back from sentosa yesterday, um, i'm afraid i'll take too long to write out everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;and vada, i am not a blanket hogger.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like people pulling the blanket away from me!&lt;br /&gt;oh, we saw two monkies (spell?)having sex with each other.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gunna youtube it and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;hold on. i'll post it at the end.&lt;br /&gt;the girl that talks alot, the one that went oh my god, theres a monkey in our room thing.&lt;br /&gt;thats pron, and shes retarded.&lt;br /&gt;the person that screamed the loudest, thats vada.&lt;br /&gt;and i said one of the oh my gods (:&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i say?!&lt;br /&gt;the first time i see two mammals having sex.&lt;br /&gt;and it has to be two MONKEYS.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll go kill myself mugging later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/aKjjwFantn4"&gt;here's the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a little slow, big, blur, but its the best i can do.&lt;br /&gt;knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7787384-114646576301433857?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114646576301433857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114646576301433857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114646576301433857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114646576301433857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114613391296033892</id><published>2006-04-27T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:31:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs. i feel weird now.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i should be &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;offline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging for science.&lt;br /&gt;i promise, im getting off the moment im done. :D&lt;br /&gt;this morning, had a tiff with meryl.&lt;br /&gt;she said stuff that hurt me. kinda harsh.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i tell you im too &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, and i cried.&lt;br /&gt;nearly lost my temper, again.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, but like soon stuff was okay again.&lt;br /&gt;i think i forgive people too readily sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;meryl chen&lt;/span&gt;, if you ever say stuff like that to me again,&lt;br /&gt;i swear, this friendship is going to end.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want that to happen,&lt;br /&gt; so think about how i'd feel before you tell me to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;ok ANYWAY apart from that, the day was good.&lt;br /&gt;had art, seemed like everyone wanted help from me.&lt;br /&gt;haha i rock, i actually helped them all.&lt;br /&gt;woo. erm, afters went parkway with vada, meryl, amanda and faithy.&lt;br /&gt;the four of em had bubble tea,&lt;br /&gt;while i didnt get anything, because if i have never mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;im allergic to that shit.&lt;br /&gt;went to yoshinoya to eat, haha threw bread around.&lt;br /&gt;faith was so funny, we took her phone and stuff and she didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and met mummy after that. she got me my VANS SHOES! ((:&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday of course. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS IN 6 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;oleeee!&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;more than words.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, shall go offline now.&lt;br /&gt;since the person i came online for,&lt;br /&gt;isnt really paying attention to what im saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114613391296033892?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114613391296033892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114613391296033892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114613391296033892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114613391296033892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114604603387490143</id><published>2006-04-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:14:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;love is enduring and patient and kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;It judges all things with the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; and not the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;love can transform the most commonplace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;For love is unselfish,giving more than it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;and no matter what happens, love never forsakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;it's faithful and trusting and always believing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;guileless and honest and never decieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;love is beyond what man can define, for love is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this off the net somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;i think its so true,&lt;br /&gt;and so beautifool (:&lt;br /&gt;just came back fr tuition just now.&lt;br /&gt;oh man and im still in my school u!&lt;br /&gt;haha lazy to change.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, this morning there was this HUGE lizard in the toilet! X(&lt;br /&gt;so there i was in boxers and my mums old shirt (very very plus sized)&lt;br /&gt;standing on the top of the toilet seat screaming my head off&lt;br /&gt;cuz i yelled for my maid to come in,&lt;br /&gt;and she tried to whack the lizard to death.&lt;br /&gt;however! the stupid thing still managed to escape!&lt;br /&gt;ew ew ew, i hate lizards to death&lt;br /&gt;i mean, stupid gross looking things with grow-again-able detachable tails!&lt;br /&gt;ugh! GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;and i have been reading bryanboy. sooo gay,&lt;br /&gt;but oh-so-fabulously-richh.&lt;br /&gt;and im so stuck on hawthorne heights.&lt;br /&gt;i want their album. NOWW.&lt;br /&gt;but we cant find it in sg. blowoff ):&lt;br /&gt;aiyohh. sad huh.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, today had HOME EC.&lt;br /&gt;miss seah is 1*bleep*2-ingly biased please.&lt;br /&gt;stupid asshole, REFUSED to come to our table or answer our questions.&lt;br /&gt;i bet she dislikes me and meryl la. loser.&lt;br /&gt;cuz we did the recipe diff from her for baking.&lt;br /&gt;shes such an idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;DIDNT EVEN CHECK HOW WE WERE COMING ALONG.&lt;br /&gt;dont care about her. i'll do well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hur, and had ENRICHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;god i hate maggie goh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid fatasshole.&lt;br /&gt;she was just insulting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;"your mothers never teach you to sit properly."&lt;br /&gt;HER mother probably never taught her to EXERCISE.&lt;br /&gt;fat old woman.&lt;br /&gt;woops, i feel mean.&lt;br /&gt;and im going to start mugging already for science.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114604603387490143?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114604603387490143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114604603387490143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114604603387490143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114604603387490143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-enduring-and-patient-and-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114596641076416733</id><published>2006-04-25T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:31:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmm. got english back, overall, a1. happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;maha.&lt;br /&gt;lit was unfair, freaking hell.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MERYL CHEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;totally freaked me out okay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its okay woman, relax a little, cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haryati said i looked at my paper.&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT. i never did!&lt;br /&gt;ugh! and so i got a 9 instead of a 10 fr memorization&lt;br /&gt;which gave me a 68.9(?) average plus other cas.&lt;br /&gt;but if she gave me a 10, which i deserved cuz i DID memorize the damn thing,&lt;br /&gt;i would have gotten a 17, which means, 70.&lt;br /&gt;which means. A FREAKING A2.&lt;br /&gt;unfair,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even look at the paper la, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;anywaay, today maths test.&lt;br /&gt;not that difficult, i thought it would be super asshard.&lt;br /&gt;and mr yap was like this test is not easy blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;and i was freaking out a little.&lt;br /&gt;but then the test came out, suprisingly,rather easy.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, i hope i do well?&lt;br /&gt;then after school went to see grandma at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;erh, the patient next to her, had problems.&lt;br /&gt;digestive problems.&lt;br /&gt;and, she stank the whole place up?&lt;br /&gt;and the bedsheet was ughhh NEVER MIND. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;stayed there for quite a long while, slept a little. haha =X&lt;br /&gt;man, only got home at like seven?&lt;br /&gt;so i scraped my plans to study science. just too tired.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;minus today, a week.&lt;br /&gt;meryl chen wants to cancel on me, fr the plans we made.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she thinks she isnt in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;so disappointed in you la. feel guilty!&lt;br /&gt;i dont care whatever, we have to go out or something.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever la, im going to spend my birthday having lit enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114596641076416733?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114596641076416733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114596641076416733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114596641076416733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114596641076416733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114579712032876632</id><published>2006-04-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:01:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck you dad.&lt;br /&gt;just plain fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making the few days before my birthday this year so fucking unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;you really just want me to shut up right?&lt;br /&gt;you wait, one day im going to kill myself before your very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;wish come true for you isnt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114579712032876632?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114579712032876632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114579712032876632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114579712032876632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114579712032876632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/fuck-you-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114576141132409968</id><published>2006-04-23T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:03:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay (: i got my ankle band already.&lt;br /&gt;now the problem is keeping it hidden from dear old mom.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks that anklets are like fr dogs or sth.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying. i mean, i like them, so what is yr problem!&lt;br /&gt;rwoar. anyway. my toenails are irritating and distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall remove the green paint!&lt;br /&gt;okay, ytd magdaleney and her mum and i were out at fareast&lt;br /&gt;her mum is fun to shop with, not like my mum.&lt;br /&gt;everything i like, uglyuglyugly.&lt;br /&gt;annoying,mehh.&lt;br /&gt;so, ytd her mum got me my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;a nice pair of shades, which suit me very well i thnk.&lt;br /&gt;and i like that 'lingerie' shop we went too.&lt;br /&gt;ohlala, so kinky pls.&lt;br /&gt;it had g strings fr guys and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is like, there are holes and stuff for the AHEMs.&lt;br /&gt;there was a feathery one with a ring at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i know what that is for (:&lt;br /&gt;and they sold this booby thing that could be squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEEHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;er, anyway, walked quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much really happened =/&lt;br /&gt;and afters went to dinner with the grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;i like vegetarian fish ((:&lt;br /&gt;and going to sakura with mag and meredith and stuff again later.&lt;br /&gt;(: oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;foood! JAP FOOD! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114576141132409968?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114576141132409968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114576141132409968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114576141132409968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114576141132409968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-i-got-my-ankle-band-already.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114561179750624642</id><published>2006-04-21T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:29:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno whats been happening these days.&lt;br /&gt;its just totally hectic, and i dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;im flaring up at things insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;things that i normally wouldn't really mind about.&lt;br /&gt;but it is sorta depressing to know your good friends,&lt;br /&gt;dont really know you that well.&lt;br /&gt;dont really know anything about you,&lt;br /&gt;except a certain topic they harp on.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand KNOWING there are certain someone(s),&lt;br /&gt;who acts like your confidante, but when your back is turned,&lt;br /&gt;watch how they gossip.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im being paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;maybe im being too possessive.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i need to run.&lt;br /&gt;like runrunrun and dont stop til i just collapse on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;well thats one way of solving the problem.&lt;br /&gt;so sick of this life i call my own.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;science formative today, total blah.&lt;br /&gt;twice, i wrote the correct answers.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN PROCEEDED TO CANCEL THEM OUT.&lt;br /&gt;@*$^(!#^&lt;br /&gt;very smart, jolene.&lt;br /&gt;gah, whatever, i hope i pass.&lt;br /&gt;=X and meryl was being a total PMS-y bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;you know that don't you merylchen.&lt;br /&gt;whole day giving attitude, and asking people to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;BOO YOU. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school went to parkway with meryl, va and chars.&lt;br /&gt;checked out if there were drum lessons.&lt;br /&gt;but ALAS, only at yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i think its more expensive there?&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and magdaleney came to school with her eyes all SWOLLEN!&lt;br /&gt;feel better magdaleney, ILU (:&lt;br /&gt;hm, nothing much after that,&lt;br /&gt;took the bus home and it was freaking hottt.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A NEW BLOGSKIN.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to find one right now.&lt;br /&gt;and you people who i owe blogskins,&lt;br /&gt;better hope i get one that i find real nice.&lt;br /&gt;because im putting all the blogskins i need to make on hold.&lt;br /&gt;until i finish with my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for the inconvenience (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114561179750624642?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114561179750624642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114561179750624642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114561179750624642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114561179750624642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/dunno-whats-been-happening-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114535195721877160</id><published>2006-04-18T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:19:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: haha, another day, another story.&lt;br /&gt;hm today, nothing much? i dont know, dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;rah, i just barely passed the math common test.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, JUST passed.&lt;br /&gt;had geog today.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, total shit.&lt;br /&gt;changed a correct answer to a wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;shit shit. i think i did real bad.&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;better pull up my socks.&lt;br /&gt;okaay and art today (:&lt;br /&gt;i felt uber pro pls. doing photoshop,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was asking me for help.&lt;br /&gt;i actually helped meryl and char to do their whole stupid card.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, you two losers better be grateful to me.&lt;br /&gt;its a CA mark you know.&lt;br /&gt;and chars, i think yours is nicer than mine &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;well, ehh, i dont remember anything else about that period.&lt;br /&gt;science after that, i drew the same things&lt;br /&gt;on vada, meryl, melody and charmaine's hands.&lt;br /&gt;"NAME &lt;3s Jo!"&lt;br /&gt;oh please, they know its true.&lt;br /&gt;ohman, formative test on friday,&lt;br /&gt;dont even know what the hell a formative test is.&lt;br /&gt;this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;er, then lit.&lt;br /&gt;i wore the stuff supposedly for the dad.&lt;br /&gt;everyone said i looked super guy.&lt;br /&gt;so not true.&lt;br /&gt;gah, and it was freaking HOT in that white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;anywayanyway, i was so freaked out during lit.&lt;br /&gt;i sorta really needed to pee?&lt;br /&gt;like i was getting nervous and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;shared class performance with 2/7.&lt;br /&gt;ehh, my whole mouth was like drydrydry.&lt;br /&gt;and i stumbled a few words.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we got a 16!&lt;br /&gt;HOYEAAHH (:&lt;br /&gt;egh lightning!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway, afters went to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;at first, with meryl, vada, faith and deannie.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i didnt like just go with meryl.&lt;br /&gt;cuz that ass left to meet sheryl after that.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la. we were at watsons then.&lt;br /&gt;so who cares, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;er, walked around. saw nice shirts at isetan&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO GET.&lt;br /&gt;i love shirts with witty statements (:&lt;br /&gt;ohlala.&lt;br /&gt;and my $119($118?) van's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;man man man, i want.&lt;br /&gt;its prettaye.&lt;br /&gt;RWOAR, and im bored.&lt;br /&gt;my maid is being a nosyy parker.&lt;br /&gt;okay and it started raining just now, on bus 12.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain, and in the end,&lt;br /&gt;had to take a taxi with faith.&lt;br /&gt;and im back home.&lt;br /&gt;dry and safe. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114535195721877160?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114535195721877160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114535195721877160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114535195721877160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114535195721877160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha-another-day-another-story.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114518135693186002</id><published>2006-04-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:59:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do you lift me up so high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then throw me down,&lt;br /&gt;smashing everything i thought was true?&lt;br /&gt;why do you ignore me such,&lt;br /&gt;making me upset,&lt;br /&gt;even when i call to you?&lt;br /&gt;why do you seem not to care,&lt;br /&gt;to leave me feeling so much like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel happy,&lt;br /&gt;like you're my sugarush.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to forget my worries,&lt;br /&gt;then your words leave me crushed.&lt;br /&gt;you leave when you want to,&lt;br /&gt;did you ever love me,&lt;br /&gt;i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;that this was so insignificant to you.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i seem to forget all the hurt you cause me.&lt;br /&gt;with a single "hey"&lt;br /&gt;but do you know what youre doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;youre breaking my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;you never seem to care about it.&lt;br /&gt;you never even seem to know when im sad.&lt;br /&gt;when i turn to you,&lt;br /&gt;its not supposed to make me feel bad,&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes with nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;how come having something i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;made me feel even worse than not having it at all?&lt;br /&gt;why cant you just stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;the way when you can turn around a whole bad day.&lt;br /&gt;its all i love you one minute.&lt;br /&gt;and the next, its fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing with me?&lt;br /&gt;why are you playing these games with me.&lt;br /&gt;why are you being so cruel to me.&lt;br /&gt;you think its a game dont you?&lt;br /&gt;to be messing around with someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;to be breaking someones heart.&lt;br /&gt;youre never there when im lonely.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop wanting you.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop wanting you to say.&lt;br /&gt;say cheer up, things are going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;i need you, and i wont let you be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;i promise you, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;but you disappear without a trace,&lt;br /&gt;coming back into my life again,&lt;br /&gt;expecting it to be fine, like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time, i let it be.&lt;br /&gt;leave you trampling over me.&lt;br /&gt;but when i try to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;it never lasts, i cant give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one who wants to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;deep inside i hope you feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;well hey so much i need to say,&lt;br /&gt;so sad but true,&lt;br /&gt;for me theres only you.&lt;br /&gt;the perfect sky is torn,&lt;br /&gt;youre a little late&lt;br /&gt;im already torn.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be angry no more&lt;br /&gt;but you know i could never stand for this.&lt;br /&gt;so when you tell me that you love me, know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be lonely anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114518135693186002?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114518135693186002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114518135693186002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114518135693186002'/><link 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and later on we both had same sneakers! hahaha.since i dont have like 2 pairs of sneakers in the same colour(which is very stupid), we each wore one pink sneaker and one grey one. HOHO.and then sarah came and we went to kallang there to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;sarah pavitra gopal was INSISTENT that there was a burger king. because she ate there 5 YEARS AGO. so her mum dropped us off,and we walked. and found out there was NO BURGER KING. cuz it was pulled down with the ice skating rink! yes what a surprise huh. 5 years ago. such a SHORT time. and we found out that sarah likes BK more than MACS cuz macs dip their fries in oil. but thats whaat BK DOES TOO. and she always thought they like fried their fries in water or smth.VERY AMUSING.hahahaha.so her mum came and dropped us off at KFC instead.so went to kfc and ate and talked. and mag was like being so loud and stuff. then we were talking about stuff, and she was like "SOFTBALLERS ARE NICE WHAT."and at the kallang that one, where there were MANYMANY softballers. and they all turned and looked at us. shes so stupid la, and i was like mag mag, shut up, and she just talked and talked. and we had an extra tick! so we called people. no one could. asked va, and va's mum didnt allow her! sha had hindi school and then we called meryl. stupid idiot didnt answer her phone. i bet shes kicking herself. haha. and char too. four times, but she didnt answer!HAHA LOSERS. and just now, called char and told her, and she waslike OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH. hahah your fault char. anyway. so the last ticket went wasted ): wow, and eric has kick ass eyes. oh gosh, i melted. like, piercing blue eyes XDD OH YEAH, we went there, and while going in, bagcheck. mags cam got caught, they made her put it in the locker. so went in, and that stupid woman nearly tricked us. she was like, sit anywhere but in frnt, cuz ours were supposedly free seating. not true. we were in front, in front of the gate. haha and then, i was like. eh mag, lets go get yr cam back la! so we went back, and the plan was like. ok mag, you go and if that stupid security dude isnt looking, HURRY go take yr cam. so yes we went AND WE GOT THE CAM BACK WHOOHOO! hahaha HOT. and guess what, the click five were sitting IN FRONT. like 4 seats infront of us! and, man, eric is hot. hes snobbish though. we were screaming his name, and he just chose to ignore us. but in the end he turned and smiled. XD i wanted pictures. but their stupid manager(?) said no. idiot. ANYWAY. ERIC IS HOT. and ETHAN TOO! i was screaming my head off. kay anyway, we went up front to stand, and the rest of the band were like, there toooo. man man, we were highh.the hollaback crew, i think i liked the street fusion people most. haha who cares, fast forward, THE CLICK FIVE. and it was woo, awesome. hahah and eric eric eric. he came downstage, and he was like, within two arms length away from us,we were stretching so far, but he just looked at us. he was like looking at me and i was like STRETCHING my hand, but that fatass just looked and turned away. like, it wouldnt kill you to touch your fans hand!! ): boo, but theyre staying til 19th, theres a party at zouk that day. rwoar. oh well, and they left like what, immediately after that? thats so rubbish. ): and we didnt get really nice pictures or anything. AND SHAN WEE IS HOOOT. oh yeahhh. ok whatever, thats about it. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114511268528641088?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114511268528641088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114511268528641088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114511268528641088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114511268528641088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/high.html' title='(: HIGH'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114502594728108826</id><published>2006-04-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:45:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALALA(: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;SHADES DAY&lt;/span&gt; TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;sorta ok. i dunno, the first part went a little &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. ok anyway, morning woke up at 7. SEVEN! i was like HUHH!?! why am i up so early! ugh. ok anyway mum already left to go pay respects at the cemetary. shes smart la. leave so early then dont need to give me $. then meryl called, she was super pissed. so we meet up and she come for our project too. missed my first bus, waiting longlong and the second 10 came. this dude kept staring at my nails. which were &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and oh-so-fabulous i know.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. met &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meryl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the bus stop. dont look like meryl (: her head was down and i barely recognized her. then we were talking rubbish and laughing and yibo called and complained. ok anyway finally reached sing post. met ili at the door, we both had our&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; SHADES&lt;/span&gt; on. she didnt recognize us! rwoar! and she thought we were like&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; bf&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;! and i was like UHH. hahah. very funny actually. everyone thinks wrongly when we're with merylchen ((:&lt;br /&gt;ehh, then, ATE at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;macs&lt;/span&gt; XD well i was HUNGRY. haha then rehearsed the thing abit. amirah didnt come. ugh and she didnt tell me la. walao. ok anyway then they left and we, meryl me yibo, decided we'd head to parkway to meet pron.&lt;br /&gt;then, we got over to that side, and it &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rained rained rained&lt;/span&gt; like some shit. and so we were stuck there. pron finished but she was opposite. she asked us to go over, but duh no one wanted to go over and get wet. the rain was shit ass heavy. and so we stayed there and pron got pissed off. dunno they all la. then we went over when the rain sorta subsided. and in the end pron didnt wanna go. ugh. so went over, got wet and stuff. and uh. pron, yibo and meryl were pissed. sorta complicated and stuff. then i sorta lost my temper at yibo for a while. but then we were ok. then went into macs. yibo started crying. and pron looked like she was going to. and me and meryl we were liike uhh. so went to get drink and came back, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; talked. whatever. so i tried talking to pron and she kept ignoring me.then, i lost my temper. so i just like walked out la. then when i was outside i looked at the rain and i wasnt pissed anymore. actually i think rainy days make me feel better, some how. ok anyway then meryl me and yibo went over anddd 36-ed to town. raining raining. but on the bus we sorta&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; lightened up&lt;/span&gt;. i think everyone was being a little emo. hoho, i was the least&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; emo&lt;/span&gt; pls!&lt;br /&gt;we were at cineleisure and and we ran into yanjun there. so funny. she was like "YIIIBOOO!" super loudly! hahasha and she was like cool skirt to yibo. the ugly &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;skirt&lt;/span&gt; we all dont like. HAHA very funny la. yanjun is like this hyper ball thingy, so full of energy and stuff. HAHA. er, eh, then booked tickets. and i told mum id be home late. i got super pissed off then, i was like. arguing wth her. she didnt tell me i was supposed to be back cuz i had to go home. and after i bought the tix she was like no you come home by 5.45. and i was like wt&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;, i bought the tix and you din tell me la. and she grounded me for a month. i didnt even know i was supposed to go out. and i didnt have to anyway, shes just &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; unreasonable. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;beech&lt;/span&gt;. urgh, cant stand her. she grounds me on my bday month. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;screw&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i was pissed for a while, thn i was arguing with her on the phone and somehow, i found myself in the changing room, trying on tshirts and yibo was inside too. o.0 i dont know how she got in too but i think i dragged her in or something? LOL and i was changing and talking on the phone at the same time. hahaha dunno what yibo was doing. lol. but i bought a shirt la. then went up to the cinemas, and we started &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cam whoring&lt;/span&gt;. we look like we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt; ok. haha the lightings and all. and we took some with our shades. i lent yibo my extra shades (: im so nice. hahah and we looked super funny and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;retroo&lt;/span&gt; (: erm, watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16 blocks&lt;/span&gt;. i think, its rather action packed but sorta predictable. quite ok on the whole, but really really loud. didnt like that part.lol whatever. show ended at around 7.20? and i wanted some squid thing from yibo and she smeared the oil And stuff all over my mouth la! dumbdumb &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cheena pok&lt;/span&gt;. haha and there were like this grp of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bengs &lt;/span&gt;that kept staring at us. stare at what laa. hoho, 36-ed back to parkway after that, yibo got home. sat the rest back with meryl, stopped at parkway macs. she wrote her card, went with her to ECP to see sheryl and meryl passed her the things. and i walked until my toes hurt ): hahah. and meryl cabbed me home (; and she paid for it! hoho THANKS MY CLUBBING PRETENDER (: and we took pictures on the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;colorfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;walls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;parkway,&lt;/span&gt; oh my she looked so cool in some of the poses. kay anyway yep thats about today. UPLOAD THE PICTURES CHENZHIYAAA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jolene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) My ex was..&lt;br /&gt;-haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;`- start studying my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I love....&lt;br /&gt;`- stuff that makes me happy and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HIGH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and all that jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) I don't understand....&lt;br /&gt;`- why &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my school&lt;/span&gt; is so strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) I lost my...&lt;br /&gt;`- mood today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) My girlfriends/boifrens are.....&lt;br /&gt;`- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my babes&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) People say I...&lt;br /&gt;`- get too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; and that i have the "&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; you" face. its not true pls. i like being high, i dont tell people to fuck themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)? Love is....&lt;br /&gt;`- weird (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) Somewhere, someone is....&lt;br /&gt;`- thinking about me :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) I will always...&lt;br /&gt;`- love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;youyouyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) Forever..means&lt;br /&gt;`- commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) I never want to....&lt;br /&gt;`- lose &lt;em&gt;yoou &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(14) I think the current President....&lt;br /&gt;`- is bullllshit. (president of Zoombaebigheh ;), i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15) When I woke up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;`- i was surprised at how early it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(16) Life is full of...&lt;br /&gt;`- obstacles. but learn to get over with them cuz no one is going to move the obstacle away fr you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17) My past is..&lt;br /&gt;`- not my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18) I get annoyed ...&lt;br /&gt;`- when people make me &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;, when they are &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;, when they give me&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; attitude&lt;/span&gt;, when they &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;curse&lt;/span&gt; at me for no good reason, when im concentrating and someone is talking and talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(19) Parties are for..&lt;br /&gt;`- um. party goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(20) I wish...&lt;br /&gt;`- that i'd learn how to study properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(21) My pet is...&lt;br /&gt;`- non existant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(22) Kisses are the worst when..&lt;br /&gt;`-the kisser has &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt; breath and bits of food and braces in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(23) Today....&lt;br /&gt;`- i got very &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;high.&lt;/span&gt; (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24) Tommorrow I'm going to...&lt;br /&gt;`-THE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CLICK FIVE&lt;/span&gt; CONCERT!!! hoyeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25) I really want....&lt;br /&gt;`-to talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(26) I have low tolerance for people who...&lt;br /&gt;`- keep whining, keep giving me an attitude, keep ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(27) If I had a million dollars...&lt;br /&gt;`- id go on a shopping spree. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114502594728108826?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114502594728108826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114502594728108826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114502594728108826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114502594728108826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/lalala-shades-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114497929086674870</id><published>2006-04-14T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:49:47.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this life of mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i need my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;privacy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;no one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;said you could &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;pry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;poke&lt;/span&gt; your nose into &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'd appreciate it if you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;respected&lt;/span&gt; me,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;intefering with everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;read my messages like its no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;criticize&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 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cant stand &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; i believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;criticize my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;YOU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yell at me for anything i do.&lt;br /&gt;now, i only ask of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE THING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is that too much to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114497929086674870?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114497929086674870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114497929086674870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114497929086674870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114497929086674870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-life-of-mine.html' title='this life of mine.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114493010317749932</id><published>2006-04-13T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:49:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exactly what is on my mind</title><content type='html'>yay (: good friday's tmr! (SHADES DAY)&lt;br /&gt;today's lessons, sorta slack (:&lt;br /&gt;had guitar 1st prd and 5th period.&lt;br /&gt;hoho, and pe the 3rd, gymnastics hurt.&lt;br /&gt;can't do a stupid forward roll straight!&lt;br /&gt;and forget about the backward one.&lt;br /&gt;hm, i need a new skin,&lt;br /&gt;a scrolling one with a black bg.&lt;br /&gt;but blogskins are sucking now.&lt;br /&gt;ehh, im hungry. but i shall restrain.&lt;br /&gt;urm, nothing much happened today actually&lt;br /&gt;vada, as usual was being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;she was singing the "only liars" part&lt;br /&gt;of a fall out boy song,&lt;br /&gt;and she started growling the words and did some retarded wavy hand thing.&lt;br /&gt;and went fr tuition with dianne and va.&lt;br /&gt;took 31, again. after swearing i wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;stupid mahts from st pats were on the bus too.&lt;br /&gt;freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and another one was carrying a pen knife.&lt;br /&gt;what is with mats and their stupid penknives?&lt;br /&gt;ugh, and vada was, STILL being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i like toblerones(spell).&lt;br /&gt;and mag gave me a nice rose-y for international friendship day&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MAGGIE ((:&lt;br /&gt;but the flower died on me ):&lt;br /&gt;not enough water.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPORT YOU MERYL,&lt;br /&gt;just FORGET it ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114493010317749932?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114493010317749932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114493010317749932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114493010317749932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114493010317749932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/exactly-what-is-on-my-mind.html' title='exactly what is on my mind'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114483874064534962</id><published>2006-04-12T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:51:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the man of my dreams?</title><content type='html'>(: math test, made a horrible error for first question. but overall, quite ok. er, ytd, i cant remember anything. oh yes. p and y were talking about um. busts. HOHO. and they wrote down like brands on the whiteboard. so retarded. and pron's cup is bigger than yibos. yibos are gigantic. but i bet hers are like 85 while pron is a 70. OK enough. haha and yibo is being so irritatingly disgusting, sitting on people's laps. save it for pat yibo. and meryl was talking about the theory of pat's bird going all erect. 0.o okay enough. this blog is pg-13. so i have to stop. haha. ehh, then today, was bored to tears. and my dnt project sucks shit. anyway, its 10% of the whole thing so i dont really care anymore. VJ super hard to get in, for the ip pls ): booo, my dream school. sighs. anyway. nothing much happened today in sch. enrichment, problemsolving teacher, seriously effing annoying. shes like lecturing us. and she was insulting faith's mother. saying never teach her to sit well. whatever manners or whatever. and she was just being a total ass. and char was super scary today. cuz stupid mr yap thought they were cheating. he knows they werent cheating too. hes such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry char, cheer up, its all gunna be okay, ILU!&lt;br /&gt;anyway after sch went to the stupid museum. stamp thingy. we were forced to go and we hv to PAY for it. like what the heck. ugh, okay whatever, i dont care. haha and saw some dude at the museum that looked like jyaan. hoho, ok anyway, the stamp thing was super boring. and meryl was being so random and stupid and all. and she was also very KAYPO, right meryl? (: uh, aaand, we were both super hungry. magdalene told me tuition was at six. rwoar when it was at five thirty. by the time i got near home, tuition like, ended already. stupid laa. haha. so im blogging! hur, cant wait for sat. and FRIDAY = SHADES DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu, meryl chen! and stop making it sound like im using you, its very hurting ok bitch? best friends dont bitch about each other, or use each other. i promise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114483874064534962?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114483874064534962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114483874064534962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;and ANOTHER someone else was giving this black face other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt super annoyed. i still am.&lt;br /&gt;i need to rant and rant.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope its just a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you pass the day and you think to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;"why the #!%* did i bother to even WAKE up today?!"&lt;br /&gt;ugh, today was okay, until after school.&lt;br /&gt;i was actually feeling high.&lt;br /&gt;then i completely lost my mood.&lt;br /&gt;it's tennis i think.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at it so badly, it's such a shame.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have some things to look forward to =)&lt;br /&gt;sighs, im going to save save save, until my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;then, i'll shop shop shop.&lt;br /&gt;to release every pent up bit in me.&lt;br /&gt;but that will need alot of $.&lt;br /&gt;and i want stuff to be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;its freaking me out, driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;sending a whirl of emotions into my head.&lt;br /&gt;it's all your fault dad.&lt;br /&gt;you know it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114466338919115862?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114466338919115862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114466338919115862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114466338919115862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114466338919115862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/even-stars-refuse-to-shine.html' title='even the stars refuse to shine'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114454935771440477</id><published>2006-04-09T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:52:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poise and rationality</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU TRINI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being the best sister ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you annoy the shit out of me&lt;br /&gt;-you cause me to get it from mum&lt;br /&gt;-you spoil the whole day&lt;br /&gt;-you always get your way&lt;br /&gt;-you can't give in to me&lt;br /&gt;-you take everything we're supposed to share&lt;br /&gt;-you take stuff thats mine without telling me&lt;br /&gt;-mum's biased towards you&lt;br /&gt;-you never get scolded or whacked&lt;br /&gt;-i always get scolded because of something YOU did wrong&lt;br /&gt;-you poke your stupid nose in everything of mine (how did you know&lt;br /&gt;about those two?! damn you no one reads my messages!UGH.)&lt;br /&gt;-you can't stop asking me stupid questions&lt;br /&gt;-you copy what i do, what i say, what i wear, what i listen to.&lt;br /&gt;-you're a bimbo&lt;br /&gt;-your stupid bimbotic friends dirty my bed with their stupid disgusting&lt;br /&gt;smelly selves without asking for MY permission&lt;br /&gt;-you screw up the computer with ridiculous games like maple, gunbound&lt;br /&gt;whatever shit you have.&lt;br /&gt;-you SPOILT MY FREAKING STEREO&lt;br /&gt;those on top, i can more or less ignore, but my stereo. you UNPLUGGED the&lt;br /&gt;thing from my bedside and dragged it into another room, spoiling the dumb&lt;br /&gt;wire. TEARING it. and denying ever doing so. 'oh it was BROKEN already'&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. cant you just apologize for it. i cant stand you! my stereo. no one even said&lt;br /&gt;you could take it, and you took it and SPOILT it. and i tell mum about it, i&lt;br /&gt;get a scolding. excuse me?damn you all. how would you feel if i took your&lt;br /&gt;phone and proceeded to slam it multiple times on the floor?NOT GOOD RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;yes and the only time she takes it, she spoils it. and i get a scolding for&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES SO FAIR, I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;damn.and so early in the morning, you ruin my mood. thanks alot loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114454935771440477?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114454935771440477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114454935771440477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114454935771440477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114454935771440477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/poise-and-rationality.html' title='poise and rationality'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114450489470529657</id><published>2006-04-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:52:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more shot</title><content type='html'>(: IM FEELING &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LUUUCKKYY&lt;/span&gt; BABEHH.&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway, got my &lt;strong&gt;skirt&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;isetan, tried on the skirt, and promptly left my phone there.&lt;br /&gt;freaking careless, i dont know how but i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;then after about forty five minutes, finally realized.&lt;br /&gt;godma rushed back, luckily, it was still there! :DD&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;freaked out&lt;/span&gt;, i actually cursed in front of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt hear though, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, im &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lucky lucky lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had project today.&lt;br /&gt;mum took uber long to reach there, so i was about forty minutes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;kept missing the turns.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, when we were practising, this old man kept looking over.&lt;br /&gt;and yibo met with patpat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(OOH)&lt;/span&gt; and pron had to be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lightbulb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(as usual!).&lt;br /&gt;heard how he tried to smell her hair, oh gosh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;RETARDED&lt;/span&gt; pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; really picks up the girl's hair in tufts and tries to SMELL it!&lt;br /&gt;gosh! tsktsk. pron was laughing like heck.&lt;br /&gt;uh, then mum picked me up, and we went to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;heh. i'm obsessed with denim threequarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iwant iwant iwant&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i find balloon skirts super &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;heehee, pron jsut told me the details of what that cheenana yibo and her paat were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ohlalaa,&lt;/span&gt; loveydoveyy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;babeh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GETAROOM&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay thats about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i got my modern rock 2 cd.&lt;br /&gt;iloveit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114450489470529657?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114450489470529657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114450489470529657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114450489470529657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114450489470529657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-more-shot.html' title='one more shot'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114438859670520223</id><published>2006-04-07T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:53:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you take my hand, and never let me go?</title><content type='html'>lib now. sighs, its after school and im supposed to be sitting here for another ugh, twenty six minutes to wait for meryl, melody and pron. prons having drama and those two are historying two tables away from me. i am bored stiff. rwoar, going to bugis to shop later i guess. mum was reluctant and had to debate with her this morning. she overshot/undershot the stupid plce when getting to school. haha, she was like "SHIT, over shot" when she undershot and so she made one super big round, landing us in kallang but i made it in time. go me. haha, anyway. dont think anything much ahppened today. got back vocab. fourty/50 ): totally expected more of myself, cuz its the only subject i can ever &lt;strong&gt;dream &lt;/strong&gt;of scoring an a1 for. oh well. and im sitting next to two people who are so cheena-ish. whoops. anyway. urh, geog was annoying, as usual. had to go down and be "young georrrgraphers" as quoted by mrs lim. argh. whatever, the sun was so hot pls. urh, got our history storyline done, but its super short. so whatever. AH, science was a literal mess today. the class was so noisy, i couldnt understand mr ho's mumbled voice. sighsigh. spa, and everything. oh yes, and today, went to see mdm lenny for my stupid pink slip. haha she talked it out with me, oh yeah. and she got rid of my pink slip. CANCELLED IT. oh yeah (: she's understanding, not like mdm KKKK. haha. thank you. then i was so relieved i actually started crying. XD i know, i cried in front of her and she was like "why are you crying?!" haha okok. enough. erh, the lib is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i want to go to the new cathay to watch a movie! merylchen where are you? haha, melody looks super cute today, with her hair all tied up and her stupid long long jacket. haha. okay enough of this shit. ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114438859670520223?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114438859670520223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114438859670520223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114438859670520223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114438859670520223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/would-you-take-my-hand-and-never-let.html' title='would you take my hand, and never let me go?'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114432227809491837</id><published>2006-04-06T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:54:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma do my thing</title><content type='html'>YAY, today was a crazycrazy day. =/ lets see. this morning, had history, miss fadilah didnt come though, so MDM CHEE sat in ((: she's so funny. haha, anyway stupid vada was trying to trick olivia. she was too totally delirious this morning. she was laughing at nothing. yes and then we were all laughing at her and xu lao shi was like staring at us. hoho. and i came up with lyrics,cuz that stupid laughing hyena kept bugging me to write some. its about her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she laughs and laughs over no big deal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laugh and laughs like a seal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see her every morning in her purple specs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughing over nothing, her brain full of cracks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really remember. but its funny! haha, totally ridiculous, but funny. then mdm chee came over, and she was talked to vada then came over to my table. then she was like "shiyun! yue lai yue huai le ah!"then i was like "mei you!!"and she hit my head! )): hahaha so funny. so bad lah she. hahaha. okay anyway, eh, had gymnastics after that. totally cant do a stupid forward roll straight can. rwoar. and i do unstraight cartwheels. ugh. angeline can cartwheel very nicely. anyway. that screwed up my hair for the day. anyway yes, we were fooling around. miss lim is nice. she demo-ed cartwheels. then had chinese compo. im proud of myself. even though i may have written wrong format. but ANYWAY. i exceeded the word limit AND i finished before time. oh hell yeah, first time in sec school pls. erh, then i found a freaking gross BUG that was like, MOVING. in the stupid mayo sauce. im never eating at that stupid store anymore. even though the food is good. damn them, a bug. ugh. gross. stupid magdalene doesnt wanna out on tuesday. that moron. ugh, whatever. ehh, then had english, dumbdumb meryl was annoying the heck outta me. talking all that rubbish. rwoar. &gt;:( and uh, assembly. the BEST performance ever. ever ever. it was HOT. seriously. the girl in white, ohlala. her bod. was just. WOW. and the guy can dance really well. really really well. but he seems gay. but oh gosh. okay anyway it was just super good. and the person acting as the witch dances crazy. and she reminds me of mdm chee. hoho. erh then mrs lim talked about the stupid school rules. i got really pissed off then, shant bother to elaborate. but va, dianne, melanie and i were talking. discussing stuff of which i am not liable to discuss. but hell yeah, i think we should do it &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. and if im not getting into IP(pray i do), im transferring out of tk. i dont care to where, maybe with merylmeryl to kc? XD haha. nah anywhere. but just out of this green military school of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114432227809491837?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114432227809491837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114432227809491837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114432227809491837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114432227809491837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/imma-do-my-thing.html' title='imma do my thing'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114414620806408908</id><published>2006-04-04T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:55:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another minute and everything just feels so new</title><content type='html'>i am at georgiennes house now. and shes being a lousy host, doing her dnt. pron is annoying, playing the guitar. just two chords. hahaha. over and over. i got my an jing scores already. shall practice it at home and annoy the rest of the people. im supposed to be running. but rah, im so lazy. thats bad. im going to run if i reach home before the sun goes down. hur, i like the way paris hilton goes, "do you love it?"&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO OUT. yesyesyes. urh, i think i have something on today, but somehow, i forget. oh well. haha. nothing much happened today. mdm seah was being so uhh. today. she was like telling people to look at my design for those dumb invitation cards.haha. i had to redo it, cuz it wouldn't open. lalala. it was a boring daaay. georgienne is one lucky kid can. she has like everything in her house. and oh yeah, she can play tennis, she can play musical instruments, she can study. shes smart. blah blah. its unfairr. why cant i be rich and smart and just be an all rounder. oh well life's unfair. i think, jon bon jovi is a gross name. haha. and i just watched confessions of a teenage drama queen, and its unfair how all the bitchy people are pretty, hot and rich. haha. pron has been playing the same song for fifteen minutes. urh i dont really have much to say. just felt like doing SOMETHING online. the amazing race, that monica is so irritating pls. "jooseeph, this is the worst thing ive evverrr done." and crycrycry. very )): right. tsk. haha, if i was her bf i'd break up with her. but yeah, its fish. so i sorta understand how she's feeling? haha, whatever. i want my long hair back. now now now. ): HAHA the singapore idol advertisement is SO GAY. hahah the one of dick lee in the toilet and this guy like making retarded movements to him. HAHAHA. okay i should stop this really nonsensical and uselss post. hurhur. georgiennes teevee just went that colorful rainbow thing and the dead sound. hahaha. i hate thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114414620806408908?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114414620806408908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114414620806408908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114414620806408908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114414620806408908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-minute-and-everything-just.html' title='another minute and everything just feels so new'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114407236647005413</id><published>2006-04-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:57:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what its like to touch you</title><content type='html'>LALALA. im pissifiedd. i've been feeling like shit these days, i just cant seem to forget about it and just i dunno, concentrate on other stuff of more importance. just talk to me, thrash things out. its horrible being like this you knoww. rwoar. and im just so bored of it. so bored of this. but i cant seem to just go, stop. its over, you want to be friends or not, its up to you. but this, is over. i have given up on you. and im going to talk about something else now. i want to wear a wig tomorrow. but i dont have one. ugh. i have to tie up my hair lah! its impossible?! CUZ MY HAIR IS TOO SHORT&gt; AND ITS LAYERED. i got my second red slip today. so yes, i hve to see that lenny again. screw the fucking principal. i hope she.. miscarriages or something. ugh so irritating. but no lah, not miscarriage. the baby's innocent. i hope that. she finds out she has some problem with her. a very serious problem.grr.and i cant stand the person im currently supposed to like. because as i have ranted about, that person is unfeeling. and is really pissing me off. its not up to you to decide when you want to talk. its a two way thing. its not all about you, so deflate that freaking head-as-big-as-three-elephants of yours and LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY.  i cant stand your freaking attitude. so you better talk to me and clear things up with me. because i have an irresistable urge to find you, and kick you where it hurts. you moronic little greasebag. yes im sure we all know who im talking about. so yes.dont pretend you didnt see this if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. anyway. today we had guitar!! (: it was slow. hahah. andandand i learnt how to play the first line of an jing. and its difficult ): hahah. im determined to learn how to play it! and theres history test tmr. rwoar. pray i do well. heh. so anywaayy. went to giennes house before tennis, and uh, played her pianoXD and she gave me some potato chip + chocolate thing. takes some getting used to. =/ sighs. and ive been ranting to sharan. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SHARAN FOR LISTENING TO MY DUMB WHINING! HAHA I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; yes. anywayyy. as i was saying. tennis, then played doubles and stuff. won one lost one. so! uhh. then it started raining. went to void deck. the moment we stepped in, it poured. LIKE REALLY POURED. haha and fiona and va came back wet. HOHO. from buying drinks. and minute maid lemonade tastes like dishwashing liquid. haha. did physical. arik was being, crazy. okay and i cant stand thunder XD so scary pls. boom boom booom. hahaha. im being like, crazy too! urh, lets see. then it was flooded. i had to tip toe through like. 2 inches of muddy water. eww. and daddy keeps complaining that the car is flooded. hoho. so yes, it was making really weird noises. like whirring. loudly. and the water on the ground was SO HIGH, it was really flooded. geez i'd hate to be walking home in that weather. then had chinese tuition. mag cant play the piano for nuts. and durmmdurm. i think thats all. chaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114407236647005413?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114407236647005413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114407236647005413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114407236647005413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114407236647005413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-its-like-to-touch-you.html' title='what its like to touch you'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114399210021896097</id><published>2006-04-02T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:58:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i give up. i really give up on myself. i don't know why, why i choose to like someone who doesn't seem to give a shit about how im doing, how im feeling. not caring about me, not even knowing when i hurt inside. am i that minute to you? this just seems one pointless state of nothingness. why do we even bother to try. oh wait, why do I even bother to try. and im also giving up on myself, in terms of studies. i dont even understand half the things that happen to me. and im just so pre-occupied with you. you you you. i dont care about you anymore, i dont think so. but why do i just continue with this? is it just cuz i actually do like you, or just being insecure and not wanting to be alone. i feel as alone as i can be even with you around. just open your mouth and tell it to me. there's no use continuing this. i cant stand your attitude towards me. and i get disgusted by you. and i used to be obsessed, til 1902, when everything changed. when i found out i had been lied to, been cheated, been used. and i still feel that you're using me. but i cant seem to open my mouth and voice it out. what the fuck am i doing. i cant concentrate on anything, and screw it. sometimes i wish i never met you. my life would have been perfect. why do you have to screw it up for me. why. i dont even know what youre thinking, heck you, i dont even know what IM thinking. and why do the people around me seem so oblivious to the way i feel. to just totally ignore me after my ranting and ranting. and just being so fucking oblivious. read my lips, read those words. IM FUCKING UPSET. would you care to do something for me?! i guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114399210021896097?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114399210021896097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114399210021896097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114399210021896097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114399210021896097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-one.html' title='no one'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114394636457592541</id><published>2006-04-02T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:52:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: What did you eat today?&lt;br /&gt;- beehoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: If you are given a chance, where would youlike to study?&lt;br /&gt;- someplace overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: And why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;- because life would be so much less stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: How are you feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;- tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;-a few days back. wednesday or tuesday i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Who is on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- sigh no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Are you a sensitive person?&lt;br /&gt;- yes i think i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Do you wanna get married?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, who wants to be like. ugh. nevermind. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Describe love.&lt;br /&gt;-a feeling? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: What will you do after this?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know. depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Where will you be after exam?&lt;br /&gt;- celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;- umm i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Current fear?&lt;br /&gt;- loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Who would you like to be like?&lt;br /&gt;- haha, forgot her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:What will you do if someone proposes to younow?&lt;br /&gt;- stare like hes psycho and walk awy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Last topic you studied?&lt;br /&gt;- math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Latest facial wash you are using?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know what the brand is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: handphone brand?&lt;br /&gt;- nokia, hur i like samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Honeymoon spot?&lt;br /&gt;- someplace nice, paris? Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Waiting for a miracle to happen?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: What are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;- boxers and shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Feeling homesick?&lt;br /&gt;- i AM at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- my sis. on her cheek, goodnight. i am such a great sister laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Song that is playing in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;- catch your wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: favourite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;- music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- not currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: favourite ice cream flavour?&lt;br /&gt;-vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: last drink you drank?&lt;br /&gt;- root beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: say something about yourself&lt;br /&gt;- i am BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: say something to the guy/gal you like.&lt;br /&gt;- well duh, say what? i love you? hahaa. hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114394636457592541?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114394636457592541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114394636457592541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114394636457592541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114394636457592541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-did-you-eat-today-beehoon-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114380797729635836</id><published>2006-03-31T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:26:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sharan. sharan. SHARAAAN ((:&lt;br /&gt;this post is for sharan, who admits sean is hot.&lt;br /&gt;sharan rerun. sharan grandson.&lt;br /&gt;ancient being number two = lousier than ancient being number one!&lt;br /&gt;HOHO, she's the same age as me. nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;your letters are fast fast fast yes, but MESSY TOO! truth be told! lalala.&lt;br /&gt;drake over sean? NEVERR!&lt;br /&gt;its sean sean all the way! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;drake is not hot. he's NOTNOTNOT.&lt;br /&gt;we should go out sometime yes? yes yes. SHARAN WANTS TO GO OUT WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;sharan is too tall for her own good. and i still owe you the unfinished letter, stuck at the bottom of my bag. i think its crumpled )): oh poo. sharan rocks. but i am the rockerest. YAY i love you like you love me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114380797729635836?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114380797729635836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114380797729635836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114380797729635836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114380797729635836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharan.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114380575009256432</id><published>2006-03-31T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:49:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: greatness. today was slack slack slack day XD sports day! ahaha, we didn't even run =/ hm, and my stupid water bottle, rolled into the dirty drain thing. ew, so i just left that stupid thing there.hurr, nothing exciting happened. we had to do the dances. but like halfway we all just gave up. and did random things. our class was running around in a circle. pretty fun. hoho. but anyway, mostly spent time up in the stands, talking rubbish. then i started sneezing and sneezing. and when i do that i dont really stop. rwoar. i think im allergic to dust. sneeze so much. and i was feeling super horrible then. haha.after that when they (finally) dismissed us, we had to put on our pinafores again and walk out. so va,meryl pron and i went to interchange to eat. ate some tadpole soursop thing. the tadpoles look like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sperm&lt;/span&gt;. haha and we were grossing each other out. the top part is chewy XD hoho, had red, yellow, green and like, transparent. its actually jelly luh. haha then took thirty- two. haha, at first not many people on the bus, and we were sitting at the back. um, we changed in the bus. but with the pinafore. HAHA. and its irritating to try to put on a straight cut skirt under a pinafore. hahaha. struggling and meryl was just sitting there. uh anyway, haha we changed and stuff, so we were all wearing the same top XD the class shirt. which rocks by the way. except that the pink in front totally ruins it. and the girl is drawn wrongly. okay. anyway, took to urh, okay wait. we were just passing tk when my stupid contact lens dropped out of my freaking eye. cuz i was sneezing so much and my eyes were horrible and dry and stuff. so had to stop and went to the toilet and like soaked it in water. oh gosh it hurt so bad after i put it in my eye. but it was changing shape, that stupid thing. haha then went back, thirtytwo to bugis. urh, watched ice age 2. the ending, is total shit. seriously, where did the stupid mammoths come from!?! haha retarded. and the guys sitting next to pron (who was next to me) were annoyingly irritating. making so many dumb comments and sound effects. and that merylchen was bugging me for my phone cuz hers couldnt recieve msgs. haha. the prints we took rocked, but the machine designed like, the bg and stuff for us. and its kinda the most lianish prints ive ever took. but it was great. hahah. urh, it started raining after that, and i had to take a train home and i saw this guy staring at the back of my class shirt. from the reflection lah. i know my shirt's very nice, thank you. hoho and it started raining when i was walking back, so i had to run home with my sling bag whacking my ass and the pinafore over my head. hurr. at least im back now. oh and the nachos at bugis &lt;strike&gt;suck&lt;/strike&gt;. TGIF! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114380575009256432?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114380575009256432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114380575009256432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114380575009256432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114380575009256432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/greatness.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114371795536157587</id><published>2006-03-30T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:38:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay im hooked on the click five STILL.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i so wanna go to the hollaback finals. just to catch em. whee. ive been reading up the da vinci code. and im admitting its starting to freak me out a little =/ hurhur so pathetic. im feeling random right now. but thats good! and! there's no chinese tuition today! ho yeah! haha had chinese test today ): oh boo. letter writing.i think its seriously stupid? like make us write letters when i KNOW the next time i write letters, it'l definitely be in english? gosh. haha anyway i dropped my pen when i was writing my letter then the pen ink didnt come out any more. it was new and expensive ): lousy pen. rwoar. anyway, SPORTS DAY TMR! ohyeahyeah. i remember it was on april fool's last year and olivia wanted to prank whatshisname and wanted to tell him she wanted to break up. but she called him and like. burst out laughing. so retarded. and he didnt believe her. no duh. so dumb. HAHA. obviously. i wouldnt believe her if i was him too. haha. oh gosh yes. and today during art. the most HILARIOUS thing happened. cuz we were in the computer lab, and that stupid fatass mdm seah didnt allow us to use the computer yet. then at the comp lab, the back row is like, one whole long table with no gaps so yo uhave to cross by the side. then siti and sharifah were sitting at the other end. and like they were using the comp. seah was like talking and talking and like suddenly she stopped. and she began running from the frnt of the class. oh gosh not like runing. shes like this fat old woman. and she runs like an idiot. like hunched and waddling fast. haha and then she got to the big table and she hopped on it. and sat on like the table sideways. she reminded me of a beached whale. HAHA and hten she FLUNG her short little waddly legs over the table and walked to sharifah and siti and began yelling at them. oh gosh i was laughing so hard with vada. HAHA and shes so moronic. hahaha. then after school took bus 31. oh gosh, the night mare bus. it was a single deck. then we didnt realize there was a stupid double deck bus 10 behind. rah. let me go into details of that horrid bus. it was so squishy. dianne, va, mer and me were cramped in the front. and someone had terrible bo so i couldnt really breathe. then finally at parkway many many people left. yay. so sat down with va on the first two seaters behind the three seater thats facing sideways. and dianne and meryl sat at the sideway seats.and uh the ride wasnt that bad. but at the tanah merah station bus stop. this whole group of people got on and there was this woman with a very ugly &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;purple roxy handbag(its a very very very big one.), sparkly purple hairband. large round purple stud earrings and purple shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ugh. eww. and two idiotic vs boys came up, and they were in lower sec. sec one i bet. and they were like"humping each other"quote vada. haha and they were gross lah. and they were pushing each other, and dianne said they were rubbing each other's chests. EW. they were both fat. and the shorter one told the bigger one "can you stop pushing your 71kg body on me?"or smth like that. me and vada cracked up. HAHA! retards! tsk. hahah. then there was this very scary old man. he looked psycho, literally. and he was malay, looked like a contractor or something. and he was. okay wait. i was seating at the window and vada on the outside. then he was leaning SO FAR IN near vada pls. and at first his hand was like holding the head board thing. then his whole darn arm draped around the head board, so that if i leaned back it would touch his hand. but we didnt say anything and like just leaned forward. and he just kept his stupid arm there. adn he ignored meryl and dianne asking him to move his freaking hand. ugh. i was like so afraid of what he was going to do. then like meryl got off. and i rushed to seat at her place. ahah but va moved in to sit next to me too. then after awhile like. there was an empty place where i was sitting previously. and the malay ass he like RUSHED to the place and used his thigh to BRUSH across the vs dude that was sitting on the outside. UGH PLS. so gross. and vada was super freaked so she put her bag on the side. i told her like if he daredto touch her, scream and ill chain react and scream too and make dianna scream with us. then hahah. i would have whacked him if i wasnt that freaked. LOL. ahhh, then this click five impersonator came up. like a whole bunch of dudes. and they seriously stank. like some gross deo or hairspray they use. like there was NO oxygen. just seriously bad bo and deo and hairspray. ewew. disgusting. im never taking bus 31 ever. again. ugh. hahaha. and when we told tuition teacher about the malay guy, she was like "i would take something sharp and poke him and say 'eh, excuse me!'" haha. yeah man. i cant wait to get back english. all jittery and stuff. i dont like the paper, scared and i want to find out how badly i did. rwoar. and math was super difficult ): haha. and our class is doing some safari theme for our little children party. HAHA. i wanted a black tie. so awesome no? haha. but its for like primary school kiddos. haha. sad. sighs,&lt;/span&gt; had real bad cramps today before tuition. my whole stomach felt like there were springs curled around my intestines and stuff and were being PULLED together. it hurt like heck. blehh. yay i can wake up late tomrw. sports day at bedok stadium! hoho i think im going out afters with pron and meryl and va? i hope so? pray pray. hoho. wanna catch a movie or sth. IM WAIITING. for SOMETHING. TO HAPPEN. that will EXCITE ME. sighs. and i need to pee.  yay. sarah just informed me that she has tickets to the click five on april 15th. and im going with her! bwahah, &lt;b&gt;SARAH ROCKS!&lt;/b&gt; and i still want to see the bikini picture sarah. give! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114371795536157587?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114371795536157587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114371795536157587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114371795536157587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114371795536157587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-im-hooked-on-click-five-still.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114355791649941496</id><published>2006-03-28T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:03:55.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;; take a bow, because we're over now. you were not there for me when i needed you and honestly i think i loved you more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EMO SHIT POST*&lt;br /&gt;i was really really moodswinging today. morning i sorta already lost my mood. then, blah blah classes as usual, sucky sucky. and had english test, i thought it was reasonably easy. =/ but olivia claims shes gunna fail. so anyway it wasnt that bad until legacy. when i seriously got pissed off at deannie, vada and georgienne. im serious. i hope you read this. and i think you should consider my feelings before doing stuff like that. like before you even check if i give a fuck about it, you just decide that you three and olivia are in a group. and what am i, invisible? dont act like this never happened. cuz it did. and you know how i feel. im pissed, and im hurt. read that okay? cuz everytime we get into groups of smaller numbers you always just leave me out like that, and usually i just keep silent and try to cope with another group. but this is all i can take. do you know what friendship means? you dont just ditch your friends and then when you find out your one person short. which is what happened when they found out olivia was in faith's group, then you come and look for me to join your group. im not a fucking substitute okay. and i cant take this. you know how hurt i was that day? i actually cried? i was really upset about it and you three didnt even seem to give a fuck. still acting like nothing ever happened,and i thought you guys were my close friends, who actually cared about how i would feel. and im just really disappointed in the way things turned out. i just hope you guys realize that this cant really just by pass like the rest of them, because it did happen, and it did hurt.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, &lt;b&gt;meryl chen&lt;/b&gt; for being there today. iloveloveloveyou, best friend. ((:&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE GUNNA HACK TMR! knife knife knife ((:&lt;br /&gt;*END OF EMO SHIT POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway some one's phone rang today during english ca. and it was like ohgosh loud. and when mrs taufiq asked the person to own up, no one did. it was an ericsson phone, i could hear but aiyah. whatever lah. then after that went to parkway to study and eat. hurhur. ate at yoshinoya and i found out something!!! oh goooshhh. haha. okay anyway studied at macs. then pron's brother and sister were there too, haha. and her brother is so good looking compared to her and her sister. as in , she's pretty too lah but the brother's a guy lah! haha and we were talking about how he looks like taxi guy. LOL. okay anyway afters went to raffles cuz of my sis. and like, ugh. so thats it lah. tsk, today was a really emo day for me. and i got high while studying all of a sudden. i think cuz of the smell of salt. emo emo shit &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114355791649941496?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114355791649941496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114355791649941496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114355791649941496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114355791649941496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-bow-because-were-over-now.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114345319328159945</id><published>2006-03-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:38:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;; i dont mind all the stupid games we played, and all the foolish things you said. cuz, baby, i'll take my chances with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am obsessed with the click five, as i have probably previously mentioned. ouhh monday today, oh joy. ugh. it was raining this morning and i have totally no more mood for school tennis. and i have deproved so much, ah, i just suck. )): i better buck up. esp in studies and everything else. and i got my fifth booking slip today. hold on, im going to curse. fuck. seriously. youre giving us black marks for MINOR offences, attires. its not as if you book me for socks five times, cuz that i can understand. but its socks once, belt once, nametag once, hair twice. like okay. whatever? its not the same offence but i get black marks. and black marks are the things that tarnish my reputation in school. people get black marks for CHEATING IN TESTS. and what, i get a black mark for my fucking socks. YES IM SURE ITS TOTALLY REASONABLE. you bitch of a principal. i cant wait to get out of my school, didn't know it was that horrid. like, you give us the grossest school uniform i've ever seen and expect us to wear it like that. what are we, over soaked green vegetables? and the socks, you give us. cheap, low quality socks at a higher price. and want us to wear it over our ankles, without folding in, and sewing the tkgs on so low. what, give us knee length socks la! save the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;okay shall stop complaining and get to the point. lim neo's dragging moving our places, but its annoying talking about it all the time and not doing it. i hear she's gunna put me near like people i NEVER. communicate with! okay what the hell lah. rah, anyway. today after school, i skipped tennis, with vada. and went to parkway. there, we were just deciding on where to go. and finally we decided on swensons. i burnt my tongue eating the baked rice )): hahah. and then pron kept asking for balloons. and i made the balloon rabbits hump X( whoops. haha. and so she had four balloons. and we walked out and i dared her to give them away. three of them to just some strangers. FOR FIVE BUCKS&gt; its like, the easiest dare ever. uh. and she missed the first few. and we were like. okay the guy in the nokia shop. so we went to gift image and made her go into the nokia shop. she gave it to some random nokia dude. and the other workers there were all laughing at him. LOL i think he thinks pron is like his secret admirer or something. haha umm. then we were like, walking around and couldnt find any people ): haha so, went to macs. wow. idea of the year =/ ugh. then as we were walking towards macs one of pron's balloons burst. eeh i hate the sounds of balloons popping. okay then walked into macs sorta made little eye contact with some guy, whom i did not recognize. then i just glanced like through, like you normally do to strangers like that, and then my brain, being really slow that day started registering something. cuz i think it was the change in hair =/ LOLS, and i was just thinking "eh. so familiar. who ah?" and as i just recalled who he was, that person was calling my name =/ at first i was just dragging vada. like va, letsgoletsgoletsgo. but she was like jolene!! arh, so i had to say hi and then i walked on. luckily, they were getting out of macs alrd. so malu ): then like, when we were at macs, like so many people were staring at our table o-0 aha, and we were daring pron to go over to that table of i dunno, something jc guys and give one of them the balloon. haha, so we were staring at the table and one guy at the table was also staring at us. haha then we told pron to just get out of macs and give it to some random dude and when she walked pass their table they all looked up at her, like they expected her to ask something. HAHA. and so many people passed outside pron, and she just stood there and shook her head. so dumb! hahaha. then they went out to find some other person, and i didnt like sitting there so i took everything and ran out to find them. then saw that group again. wah lao, cross twice luhh &gt;=/ and we were supposed to give it to some guy promoting some offer thing and pron kept chickening out, and we were like fine do another person, and that white guy was staring at us and i think he sorta registered that we were playing a prank or something and he was watching us and laughing ): in the end pron just like, chickened out. so aiyah. we just walked on lah, haha. and she saw, um i dont know how to write his name? chai? and she was like eh! its chai! and vada was like "chai? OY *shouted into the direction where he went down* CAI COME HERE!" cai. vegetable. lol okay i laughed so much that day. i think we drew a little too much attention XD&lt;br /&gt;haha okaay then i was sweating cuz that stupid pron made us walk around with her looking for someone and then i went up the bus and it was super cold, think im gunna catch pneumonia or something.hurhur. then had tuition, just came back actually. i nearly fell asleep, oh so boring. and my phone was. zilch. nada. zero. completely stagnant. and i was freakingly pissed &gt;:( so evil. i need to talk to someone, but i never find anyone to talk to ): hurr oh well ): just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;and cuz pron failed her task, she does not get her 5 bucks. which i would have gotten, in 10 minutes. plus getting the people. LOLS. easy money. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114345319328159945?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114345319328159945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114345319328159945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114345319328159945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114345319328159945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-mind-all-stupid-games-we-played.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114333604997846060</id><published>2006-03-26T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T09:20:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magdalene</title><content type='html'>magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;there, this post is dedicated to the one and only magdaleneonglimin.&lt;br /&gt;who complains she doesn't see her name any where in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't check the links! hoho, your name is there okay you.&lt;br /&gt;magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene&lt;br /&gt;i keep writing it as madalene. madaline. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should go out sometime okay magdaleney ong ((:&lt;br /&gt;and you cannot turn lesbian, i will terminate you.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene magdalene ong li min.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A POST LIKE THIS TOO, MAGDALENE.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, MAGDALENE?&lt;br /&gt;SAY OKAY, MAGDALENE!&lt;br /&gt;MAGDALENE SAYS OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;im doing this only cuz im feeling happy okay, magdalene (:&lt;br /&gt;MAGDALENEONGLIMIN ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114333604997846060?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114333604997846060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114333604997846060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114329403353836628?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114329403353836628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114329403353836628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114329403353836628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114329403353836628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-please-stop-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114328053742797248</id><published>2006-03-25T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:55:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the facade i put on; fade away into misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i take it back. its not nothing, i still feel that ache. that strange wanting and faint sadness. why do i feel this way? its really getting into my head. i cant stop wondering why. im trying to stop thinking about it. i feel so cheated. and so annoyed at myself. and i wonder why i cant deal with this better.&lt;/em&gt; blasting music isnt helping. that screwed up radio in my room kept jumping my songs. so i slammed my hand on it and it went dead. ugh. so i unplugged it and im using the speaker now. but its still not making me feel much better.&lt;em&gt; I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. all i know is i love you tonight.&lt;/em&gt; i dont know why i cant bring myself to just decide and stop brooding over it. i thought i didnt, but today i found out im in too deep, and i just cant make myself forget. why do you feel so differently? and the worst is this time theres no excuse. i hate you for treating me like that but i cant make myself stop. i think listening to good charlotte is not really helping me. its making me so emotional.&lt;em&gt;hold on if you feel like letting go, it gets better than you know. dont stop searching, its not over. &lt;/em&gt;this post is way too emo for me. i just CANT trust you, but i CANT stop thinking about you. what am i doing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;lets just brighten up the day. went to the kc family day thing with meryl and pron, saw her friends there. amusing, then um we stayed there for what. 10 minutes? and then we left. haha, thats just a waste of time. and we were all so hot. meryl looked so guy today! love. argh stupid blogger deleted so mcuh cuz of the heart sign. have to retype. went to tm. ate pastamania. my no msg funzone (: haha. then found out yibo was at tm too. with PAT. haha. so saw them on the first floor when we were on the third. and pat thought meryl was a boy. lol. and he was pointing at us and we shouted down to yibo. haha. then they were HOLDING HANDS&gt; so super cute. and they looked really good together from far. then they came up, not so nice already. yibos shirt was ugly. skirt too. haha. but then took prints with pron and mer. then went to fox. try on clothes. well those two did. and meryl has a nice upper body. haha but she kept grumbling about her very small stomach. stupid. and pron has like. no stomach. stupid fatass. rah. haha. well incase youre wondering how i know this, we were in the same dressing room XD haha. uh then met yibo again with her pat. haha. aiyah i think hes super nice to her. haha. um then then, i cant remember any thing else. haha. so walk somemore, then i totally lost my mood. like. i just felt really irritated. and then we decided to go home. then i found out something on the bus back. felt really sad and all. ): haha. but yeah, NOTHINGS GUNNA MATTER TO ME ANYMORE. haha. pron was being all crazy. vandal. tsk tsk. haha. meryl, pron and i are in the same boat. i love you all. and stupid yibo was being so extra calling me extra. rwoar. and we're gunna take her shopping for nicer clothes some day. haha; she's so LIAN laa. (: i think theyre super good together. and thanks meryl and pron for listening to my endless whining. and sympathising with me. HAHA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114328053742797248?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114328053742797248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114328053742797248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114328053742797248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114328053742797248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/facade-i-put-on-fade-away-into-misery_25.html' title='the facade i put on; fade away into misery'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114321488989691377</id><published>2006-03-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:41:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>((: beep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;Have you ever..?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Given a hickey&lt;br /&gt;[x] Danced around in your underwear&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a hickey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gone to summer camp&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sang into your hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Refused to listen to a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried in public&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made a perverted snowman Ã‚Â» HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Done the splits&lt;br /&gt;[x] Picked flowers from other people's lawns&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked around in your underwear&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been grounded&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tripped on your feet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Checked under your bed before going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;[x] Played on a sports team&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spent all day on the computer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;[x] Forgotten a birthday of someone important&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a conversation with yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen asleep at school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a doctor&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a slumber party&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied about your age&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made fun of someone to fit in&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stood up for someone who was being bullied&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard people talking badly about you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been called fat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been called anorexic&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fainted&lt;br /&gt;[x-girl boxers] Went outside in underwear&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn an article of clothing without realising the tag was still on&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked someone 5 years younger than you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cursed at a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried in front of a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cursed at a parent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Licked somebody&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] Called the police&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made a prank call&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stolen something from a store&lt;br /&gt;[x] Said a racist comment and meant it&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made yourself throw up&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thought you were going crazy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Doubted your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wished you were dead&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] Given the finger to a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Went to school in pajamas&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hurt an animal on purpose&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken something that was special to someone else because you were mad&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;[x] Copied off of someone else's homework&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sworn at a little kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Driven while you were drunk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spit in someone's food&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Held a real gun&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wished someone would die&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been beaten up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Beat someone else up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wished someone would be raped&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wondered what the world has come to&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate so much you got sick&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hurt yourself on purpose&lt;br /&gt;[x] Thrown a glass object so that it broke&lt;br /&gt;[..] Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kissed someone you hardly knew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Biten someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn a mini skirt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made out with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eaten dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stuck gum under a table&lt;br /&gt;[x] Written on a desk at school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chewed a pencil&lt;br /&gt;[x] Spit on someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been spit on&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Driven over your lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] Told your crush you liked them&lt;br /&gt;[x] Skipped class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Written on a cubicle in a public bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten a bag of cookies in a day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been kicked out of a store&lt;br /&gt;[LOL] Put dog/cat food in someone's food&lt;br /&gt;[x] Refused to pay someone back after you promised you would&lt;br /&gt;[x] Read someone else's diary&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sworn at an animal&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tripped in public&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked into a parked car&lt;br /&gt;[x] Found someone much older than you very attractive&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stapled your finger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at someone who was seriously hurt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Found a bug in your cereal&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been so lazy you wouldn't get up to go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fell off the bed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Peed your pants at school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Almost drowned&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a black eye&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went rollerblading and crashed into a bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made fun of someone because they were fat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cut your own hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been stung by a bee/wasp&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Climbed on a roof&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn gothic make-up&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a contact break in your eye&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had heat-stroke&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bought an article of clothing and never wore it&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cut yourself on a blade&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fallen on glass&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn an article of clothing that was lime green&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eaten a bug&lt;br /&gt;[x] Eaten something that fell on the ground&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to a shrink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needed braces&lt;br /&gt;[x] Worn a bikini&lt;br /&gt;[x] Failed a test&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Failed a class&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been teacher's pet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been teacher's least favorite student&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slow danced&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;[x] Seriously thought of hurting someone else&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a cavity&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recap about yesterday. tuition. me dianne and va nearly DIED. no joke. like we were in the middle of the road, a little hard to cross. and then, two lanes on the other other half of the road, the first lane a taxi stopped for us, so we ran across then the next there was this stupid taxi just ZOOMED and we were nearly knocked down. agh. we screamed. and okay they screamed, i cursed.ugh talking to mag now and my head is like sideways. so annoyying! haha okay we just got off. im supposedly going for the kc thing tmr. when i uh. dont even know kc people. okaaay. anyways, i srsly hate geog. ugh cant wait to drop it. i cant stand it anymore. like NYEHNYEHNYEHNYEHNYEEHHHHH. you know who im talking about dont you. ughh. SQUAWKK. SCRREEECH. AHHHH! SO ANNOYING! OH MY GOSH SHUT UP. LIKE, YEAH, SHUT UP! HAHA okay. and i left my pencil box in the drawer under the sci lab table! )))): NOO. i know! haha and mum bought the dan brown books for me (: reading is in order. ahh. finally new books. so i wont like, be so restless. arhh. this morning woke up felt really super dizzy. couldnt even walk straight. like fell down twice just walking to the freaking toilet. the floor was going up and down. okay YES. enough. my mum is also being a fucking bitch. as per usual. why am i surprised. oh wait, im not. fuckfuckfuck im fourteen. not like four. why do you need to pry into every single detail of my life, screw you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SCREW YOU LA&lt;/span&gt; YOU KNOW WHAT? FINE IM TURNING FUCKING LESBIAN YOU HAPPY? so what, you gunna stop me from going out with girls? what, are you afraid i'll make out or have sex with the next female i see? stop being so dumb and downright irritating, and just grow a brain and get a life. and also stop minding so much about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i cant stand this anymore. its like the whole fucking world is out to get me. fr. ONCE. one single bloddy time in my LIFE. STOP. enough okay. and you. its like this isnt even meant to matter. its like, you couldnt possibly really give a damn about US. &lt;strike&gt;its just using&lt;/strike&gt;. ah i'm prolly thinking too much but i cant help it. its so platonic, like it doesnt bother you a bit. its like we only talk if youre "feeling like it", rahh. dont understand it. if things were just like this, it should have stayed like this from the start. then you screwed it up by fooling me and now theres n.o.t.h.i.n.g to this. nothing at all.why couldnt this work out better. i admit i was once &lt;span style="font-size:0.5;"&gt;attracted, maybe in love&lt;/span&gt; with you. but its vanishing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh my father is annoying. i have to get off the comp. damn. gnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114321488989691377?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114321488989691377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114321488989691377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114321488989691377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114321488989691377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/beep.html' title='((: beep'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114303586865057017</id><published>2006-03-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:38:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing you cry makes me feel like saying sorry.</title><content type='html'>lol today was fun! until i started sneezing. but lets blog about happy things first. history, miss lee is overseas though )): new teacher, and shes boring. but yes whatever. then dnt was fun, first time ever. mr teo finally found a sense of humour. and he was cracking retarded jokes, making weird actions. oh so funny. haha. and i made the too big too small error. oh shucks. HAHA. mm, then, it was math after recess. ugh, and i was sick then. sick sick. i kept sneezing and sneezing, but it wasnt even that bad yet. then i felt real drowsy and stuff. so when stupid mr chia gave us 15 MINUTES to read 4 QUESTIONS. REEAD. READ. not do! i just put the foolscap on my face and like sorta rested. and he came up to my table and told olivia to tell me not to sleep in class. retarded. cannot tell me yourself? haha and he sweat until so disgusting. his shirt is like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;this blue&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and he sweat until &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like seriously disgusting pls.ahh. um then it was chinese. TORTURE, my nose i mean. the new teacher was SOOO HILARIOUS. i laughed more than i laughed in DnT i think! oh gosh. she was telling us about her experience in dunearn teaching, and that there was this psycho that had a tongue piercing (which i thnk is nice) but she was NOO! crazy one! haha. and she told us that he wanted to fight with some rather good student (well the better of the lousier) and he took the broom and whacked the rather good student (RGS - LOL, just for short form lah) three times on the head. then the RGS got pissed off and took the other broom and just went crazy. then he went to the teachers table, where teacher (thats what she wants us to call her) was sitting and he continually whacked the broom on the table. and she said that even the bad student was scared. and she said it was super scary. so we asked her what she do. she replied in chinese (translated to eng) "OF COURSE I RUN LAH!!" hahaha. its the way she said it that made it SO hilarious, and i couldnt stop laughing. hahah. and she was making fun of poor me who was sneezing my nose red. haha. ugh. um then taufiq didnt come so had relief teacher. that verleen goh or something. she like doesnt know how to have fun. seriously boring. i think &lt;strike&gt;bong&lt;/strike&gt;(whoops, not supposed to call her that.) &lt;b&gt; MISS LIM &lt;/b&gt; is 100x more fun! gosh. she was like shouting and shouting for us to keep quiet and we werent even that noisy, and we didnt even hear her. lousy. and we were cam- whoring in class! with elenna's cam! haha. meryl, yibo and i have uber long tongues &lt;3&gt;:| yeah and and. hm. and what. and mag was being an asshole not letting me use the computer. rah. hahah. uh yes and when i got home my mum kept shouting at me, stupid asshole. like leave me alone. and she FORCED ME TO EAT WHEN I WASNT EVEN HUNGRY. fuck. and im feeling so sick already, my stomach is like. ugh. churning. antm later, haha. i wanna watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114303586865057017?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114303586865057017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114303586865057017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114303586865057017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114303586865057017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/seeing-you-cry-makes-me-feel-like.html' title='seeing you cry makes me feel like saying sorry.'/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114293516286926012</id><published>2006-03-21T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:59:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i don't understand what's going on around me. not only during science lessons, cuz that one is like, a confirmed failure. but what's happening around me, what people are doing and stuff like that. i don't understand how sometimes i can feel so much love and sometimes i just feel so cold and so shut out. i wonder how we can feel two such extremes in such a short period of time. okay i should stop brooding. today sorta sucked. during art i was already feeling kinda pissed off, by someone, and like that mdm seah was being a total asshole. its the period after recess and we were like 10 minutes late and didnt bring a layout pad. and she made us sit outside and lectured us about being late and blah blah blah, and meryl, va and i were all using our phones. shes seriously dumb lah.and we have to repaint our bloddy f-ing table. shit lah. and after that she said we could not use mechanical pencils to sketch.and she was like dont give me all this rubbish, you dont have pencils then just get out. and we were asking around for pencils. and no one actually had one. she was talking about something like blah blah "if i pity you then i can give you a pencil but you are not!" or whatever. and she said "if you dont have pencil you jsut get out." she obviously thought we would go and beg her for a pencil or something. and i was already feeling pissed off. so i just stood up and went out of class. and i cursed. and va stood up like a few seconds after i did and like two of us walked out and suddenly, 1/3 of the class was outside? yeah around there. and we were talking outside she suddenly came out and scolded us and blah blah. and i was so called talking back to her. but she was being an ass. and then we explained (for the second time) that we had pencils downstairs. and she was like THEN YOU GO AND GET LAH! but before that she said CANNOT GO. jsut get out! and we pointed that out to her. and she tried to argue but obviously she cant really say anything. so many people bearing witness. and she was like "QUEEK-KE-LEE GO AND GET!" hahaha and me and va just totally cracked up laughing as we ran. heehee. fatass that stupid woman. oh and, i was being all weird and stuff getting pissed off smsing during science lessons. and merylchen was being funny and like cursing and cursing. haha. and stupid vada was playing games next to me. and mr ho knows we're using our phones but he doesnt say anything. i almost feel sorry. yes anyway. umm not much after that. went to parkway with pron, va and ra. hahah no lah. pron, vada and dianne. and we were talking about when we were younger and stuff. and tried on specs at optical something. ahha quite funny looking. um then we were walking around, going towards topshop, we saw this group of lower sec st pats guys i think. total freaks. they were being so gross. know what they were doing? they were unzipping each other's shorts zips lah.wtf. all looked so bloddy immature. and like the four of us just stared at them. ugh. and we went to that ice cream shop. to get gelato. and pron and dianne CANNOT choose ice cream. theyre like HORRIBLE. choose take so long. and FINALLY when they chose, we sat down to eat. and like, pron and i saw this rather okay looking guy walking past and we had the same reaction. haha and then i saw another dude in an orange shirt in the fish selling thing store. haha. and also not bad i guess. and he had dimples. haah and we were just looking and he kept looking back. and i think we were making noise or something, cuz of some retarded stuff. and va doubted his sexuality. and she kept going "ITS A GIIIRL" in that whiny voice. haha whatev, va. its a guy. ahha. and we were just walking along there and then i just said something in the spur of the moment. like "go and ask his gender lah! like a survey or smething. i'll give you five bucks." and they were like really? okay okay. dianne and va, that is. and they took FOREVER. and they walked in once and they turned back like "shiit hes still inside!!" so bloody obviously. hahah. and when they finally wanted to go ask again, he and his mother(i think) already walked out. hahahah. pathetic. yeah. then went to katong sc to buy the stupid cloth thing and i almost walked up the escalator coming down. gosh so paiseh. hahah. mm and came home after that. sleepy now. and moodless. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114293516286926012?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114293516286926012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114293516286926012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114293516286926012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114293516286926012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-dont-understand-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114286260314215923</id><published>2006-03-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:50:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school ((:&lt;br /&gt;many many slack periods. we found out that mr yap has cancer. and now i feel really bad for ever making fun of him or being mean to him. i know he won't read this but i'm really sorry about being so rude in class sometimes. and the worst part is that mr chia said that he's a touch and go case.i hope he gets better somehow. anyway. today had guitar lessons. i think the guitar is pretty cool. haha whatever. dad was supposed to teach me and he taught me like what. three notes and then completely stopped.so evil.then went to gienne's house before tennis. i think esie cools really well okay. and gienne is a spoilt brat! seedless + skinless grapes. =/ tsk, fussy pot. if i ask my maid to skin the grapes for me, she'll make this EHHH sound and start muttering in malay. and i wont really understand and she'll just ignore me. stupid fatass. hm then had tennis. i play like fuck right now. i can't stand how i've deproved like a million times. ah whatever. my own fault.and after that i had chinese tuition! spelling spelling. i hate spelling. haha, and i played the piano at mag's and demanded she and teacher clapped. XD and they did! see how persuasive i can be? HEH. rubbish. and i think the pink 6111 is ugly! black is better. and i'm really pissed off at how useless i feel right now. agh.and i want to go to the click five's concert (: ohlala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114286260314215923?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114286260314215923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114286260314215923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114286260314215923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114286260314215923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-day-of-school-many-many-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114260168759341979</id><published>2006-03-17T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:21:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheerleading, is hazardous to health, oh gosh. i think my legs are just about to die. i hurt from hip down! every muscle! maan, im whining. yes i have been absent from my blog! HAHA. okay not really but, yes. yesterday i got caught up watching my lovely samsoon and haha i watched the vcds until about, 2.17 am. then i went to bed and slept at around 2.30. then i woke up at 6! cuz i had cheerleading! and i also have eyebags! okay not really but THEY'RE there! yes anyway the cheerleaders have been sorta, (about four or five of us were consistent, and came for every practice, good job cheerleaders!) working our asses off and i THINK it sorta paid off today? yes. and let me give details about the prelims. so we arrive at school at 7 and practise till 9. then, we see some many people. OH YES. 2/3 YOU GUYS ARE SO LOUSY. ONLY LIKE 5 PEOPLE CAME TO SEE OR SOMETHING. WHERE'S YOUR CLASS SPIRIT YOU BOZOS. haha and i think we did well. haha. the toss was good, sorta screwed the end up but yeah. and the first time, they played the wrong track. haha. and 1/3 was good too. XD anyway enough of that. my muscles hurt. and then i came back and.. =/ um. i watched teevee and i practised the piano. wow, how exciting. and i sorta just sat there and played and played for about 3 hrs straight? i can finally play qing tian properly on the piano. its not all that good, but it is still okay. (: see, im not that bad at piano. heard that you stupid old batty hag, miss chiang?! no wonder youre like. 58? and youre still a spinster? HAH, your temper sucks and youre just too.. hm. assholic. well, there HERE'S SOMETHING FOR YOU. KISS MA ASS, loser, cuz I CAN PLAY THE PIANO. better myself than when you were teaching me!! haha! tsk. call me talented. yes and i should start dragging myself out of the house to run. lazy ass, tsk. haha, some kinda holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114260168759341979?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114260168759341979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114260168759341979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114260168759341979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114260168759341979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/cheerleading-is-hazardous-to-health-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114239640458304145</id><published>2006-03-15T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:20:04.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find&lt;br /&gt;line 4.&lt;br /&gt;aw man. i cant find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;the cabinet door of the computer table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;umm. the amazing race. but i didnt really watch. it was just on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is:&lt;br /&gt;12? HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;12.02! I ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;the lousy antique fan blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;ytd. umm went to the car insurance thingy with mum aft cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;boxers (: and an oversized shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;dont know, dont&lt;br /&gt;think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;white paint. so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;um. its keeping me occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;yours mine ours i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;oh lala. a car. many many things actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;i shrank since last year. WHO DOES THAT HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;urh, kill all the terrorists and war starters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;yeah HAHAH. the PE dance we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush...&lt;br /&gt;is a freaking gaylord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;latisha ((: i like that name actually. but i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. javier? who cares. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;maybe. yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;hello my child.HAHAHHA. id crack up.&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114239640458304145?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114239640458304145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114239640458304145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114239640458304145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114239640458304145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114233959572833554</id><published>2006-03-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:35:16.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confession time. &lt;/span&gt;i'm &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/i&gt; if i'm being an asshole these days. i've just been venting my anger on people for absolutely &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; reason. i'm sorry. if i have shown you attitude, or used vulgarities on you, or been anything short of nice to you. i just need to unwind a little bit. some kinda rubbish holiday this is. i'm sorry if my temper has been a little short, if i've been having petty moodswings. im just &lt;strike&gt;irritated&lt;/strike&gt;frustrated these days. especially with whats been going on at home and all that rubbish. thank goodness im home alone now. finally. i'm supposed to be doing &lt;strike&gt;homework&lt;/strike&gt;. i've done math and geog, which was complete rubbish on my part. im left with sci, history and lit. who's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smartass&lt;/span&gt; who asked mr ho to give us longman homework, you better 'fess up. and when school starts, await to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;:( okay im joking, but YES I SERIOUSLY &lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/u&gt; YOU. im at question 10, out of 3 chapters and i've referred to the answers &lt;strike&gt;6 times&lt;/strike&gt;! rah. and i think lit ca preparations are seriously dumb. make us memorize what we want to write for the exams. FOR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; HUH. people can still cheat, use your brains. and you're making it a WHOLE LOT more difficult for the rest of us innocent students who just want to SCRAPE through LIT WITH A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECENT GRADE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;dammit&lt;/strike&gt;. okay, i'm too worked up. hahaha. i'm stuck on where are you by natalie and justin roman. i think its a beautiful song, and the lyrics are nice, apart from all the &lt;i&gt;lalalalala&lt;/i&gt; parts. ahh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where is this beautiful guy? i'll wait forever, how silly it seems. &lt;/span&gt;hahaha. right on. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE DESTRESS, HELP! i realize cheerleading is taking up alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;yes and was supposed to meet at oli's at 9 today. woke up at 8&lt;strike&gt;.20&lt;/strike&gt;.50 am. i was like &lt;u&gt;WHATTHEHECK&lt;/u&gt;! and i rushed into the toilet. hahaha. annoying, waking up so early during the holidays. haha, and i reached her place at 9.30. and &lt;strike&gt;the four &lt;strike&gt;minahs.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;double&gt; malays.&lt;/double&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; siti, tasneem, ain and sharifah weren't there yet. i plonked on her bed and slept for. 3 minutes. stupid. haha. and anyway, i was wearing white pants that made my legs look long! :D mehhaha. anyway after that i was seriously irritated by the weather cuz it was so HOT. and mum REFUSED to take me home. she went round and round, katong to eat laksa with my sis (didnt eat.), to my grandma's and to ntuc. and i was pissed off. so i had the black face on. hahaha. and then finally got home. oh sweet salvation. and yes, fast forward, and here i am!&lt;br /&gt;okay boring day i know, but yeah. my life, what do you expect? ): hahah. TOMORROW I'M FREE THE WHOLE DAY, half yes, half boo.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114233959572833554?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114233959572833554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114233959572833554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114233959572833554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114233959572833554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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-7787384.post-114225993271988495</id><published>2006-03-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:25:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i REFUSE. REFUSE REFUSE. to be pissed off because of you anymore. i promised myself that this year is going to be better than the last. and that promise is going to be kept, i don't care whatever, even if you jump into the yellow river. i promise i won't care.&lt;br /&gt;i give up on trying to kid myself into thinking that its going to be better. who am i kidding? i've said this too many times, i dont even think im taking myself seriously. but i promise, this is the last. &lt;span style="font-size:0.8;"&gt;my little thing about you, its over.&lt;/span&gt; dad just went overseas again, as usual. i dont even know where he went. but he's like home for a day or two and he leaves again. this is rubbish. AND STEVE HAS FALLEN IN LOVE CUTE LITTLE GIRLS WHO LIKE HIM TOO! HAHAHA. ohwell. arh, shouldn't care about this kinda stuff. i'm still pissed though, need to destress. i haven't screamed, like really just let it go. and i need to. GOSH STRESS OR SMTH? i dont think so. I HATE YOOU. &lt;br /&gt;and i remember the at the beginning song, the one i cried listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected, what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a road, and I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road, now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;At the end I want to be standing at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;On a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming how our dreams would come true,&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me, alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787384-114225993271988495?l=slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/feeds/114225993271988495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787384&amp;postID=114225993271988495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114225993271988495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787384/posts/default/114225993271988495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slitsandvodka-lips.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-refuse.html' title=''/><author><name>FrozenFire</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>
