<?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-26380276</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:23.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!! (=</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116199702007126312</id><published>2006-10-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>enough of all this. i'm not gonna post no more. toodles! i was fun bloggin for those months. i wont delete this blog cuz it holds to many memories. so. well. yeah. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116199702007126312?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116199702007126312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116199702007126312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116199702007126312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116199702007126312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/enough-of-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116191259732905153</id><published>2006-10-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up so early today that my head's spinning. well. it's not early for a sku day but for a HOLIDAY, it's super duper uber early! yes! &lt;strong&gt;holidays! &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for coming! hah. madness. i'm just staying home. slacking. eating. sleeping. watchin TV. aint gonna go out much during the hols. strangely, i'd like to keep my sis 'company'. hah. i like her. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna haf a sleepover. heheh.. with my sister!! AKAKAKAKA!! aint that the funniest thing you've heard? i'm weird. i know. and totally psycho too. hah. whatever, i know. i know. i'm super duper uber lame too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well. i had the freakiest and most realistic dream EVER. this guy, was like. my boyfren. he was totally nice in this dream of mine luhs. so sweet, endearing and sensitive lor. i say realistic cuz when i woke up i was like.. where's my boyfren? (i said that cuz i can be very blurr when i just wake up) den after like.. 10 seonds. i'm like. hey. it was a dream! ahahaha... but he was SUPER DUPER UBER NICE!! if he were like that and he was my boyfren,i'd be like WOW. lucky hor? hahaha. too bad, he's neither. but he was my dream guy. yeah. i'm weird. haha. i dream about crappy stuff too. plus, he's hot! ohkay, i'll shut up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say i dont like what you're doing but i dont wanna offend you cuz you're my fren. i wont start my "ooh. others dont like it either." thing cuz they'll never agree. liars. ohkay, nevermind. not the point. you stole what i had. i was unhappy but i fucking didnt say anything like what you did. i accepted it. you? when the same was done to you. omg. complain. very unhappy.. blah blah blah. if playing on other people's sympathy can get you back on the job, yo've done really well. congrats, dudu. you did it. so well. i aint doin anything not because i dont want to. but i cant do anything cuz there's nothing i can do. it's my opinion but what you're planning aint what i like. we wanna cultivate _____, right? so why we doin this? it's just wastin everything we have around us!! damnit luhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i maybe skeptical, whatever. maybe it's just me. i hope it's just me. coz i dont wanna talk to you no more..shit. oh man. i didnt collect my glasses!! urgh! i ahve so dang much to do today! ass la kim! so kukul. forget your reebok glasses... *num num num*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116191259732905153?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116191259732905153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116191259732905153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116191259732905153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116191259732905153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-woke-up-so-early-today-that-my-heads.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116185319177639176</id><published>2006-10-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last day of school for year 2006 &lt;/span&gt;and the day of student councillor results. i.. got in. but i didnt make it to functions. why would i join if i'm not in functions? use your brain! i'm NOT IN THE LEAST DISIPLINED, YOU FOOL!! fine. so i wanted to be in council so much that i lied during the interview. i didnt mean a damn thing. i just wanted this so much that i answered all fake shit. i didnt mean all the crap i said. man. i hate myself. )= why'd i lie?! UGH!!! now its too late to do anythin. i hate myself more. sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to blog. but i really dont have much of the mood to do so.. sigh. glad the hols have started. i dont really wanna face anyone. just the four walls of my home. yeah. thats just it. bye, i guess. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-i fucking hate people pushin me to do stuff i hate. HATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116185319177639176?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116185319177639176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116185319177639176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116185319177639176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116185319177639176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-last-day-of-school-for-year-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116176796075490057</id><published>2006-10-25T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the inter class game was today. i almost forgot. lols. so well. we lost to one praise girls. and guys. (our class boys lost to them too.) man, saying that reminds me that one joy 2006, is a loser class. seriously, my class is not outstanding at all. it's like. the background? whatever. i'm sorry guys. that i blamed you for our loss. guess i was too tired of losing and so excited about winning that.. well, i forgot it was just a game. )= i should shut up and everything, huh? yeah well. i hope one praise wins. the girls, i mean. they're nice. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's CCA day became inter-class day. didnt audition for SYF. dang i hope i'll be given a part.. stupid floorball...opps sorry. preoccupied bout winnin and all. but CRAP! i'm tired of one faith winnin! it's just like. &lt;a href="mailto:!W@#$#$%"&gt;!W#$#$%&lt;/a&gt; ya know? heh... nevermind. SHUT UP again, kim. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many real things i'd like to say. too bad it's a blog. dont recommend writing. its just something i DONT do. if you're here just to read/understand what i think of you..or what's up with "kim's attitude" and all, please. go away. there's nothing i detest more than people like you. dont you have the courage to ask me? i dont like you and i show it. well, unless it's for my master plan. yeah. i know you're reading this, hacker. i know it too well. infact, i knew you were doing this many months back. what you said/thought/wrote about me. i know it. i aint stupid,yo. this is my way of letting you know that i know. slow? nah. its just now that i realise i should do this. i know the person who toldcha too. dont think everyone likes you. (our group) they dont like you but they dont show it. sorry, thats just me. but. to prevent anyone from saying that the class actually doesnt like me..(i wonder how they got this perception? prolly in denial and all. so well..) i'll just say it. i dont like you. i did. i thought others were wrong about you, but i guess i was wrong. infact, i'll say it again. &lt;strong&gt;i hate you. i really do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. glad i said that. it's so fun!! (= got back our report books today. going to sec 2 express. lousy percentage. i'm gonna work harder, promise. gonna get a 65% next time. i'll listen in class and partaye like mad. i hope that works.. well. it oughta. i wonder who i'll get to sign my report book since my momma's in taiwan now till 31st or so.. ugh. do i have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glas the chalet situation was salvaged. thanks to mallory. (= go go go mallory! hah. i shouldnt be doin anything. she's doing a dang good job, yeah. so well. go valerie! i can let you do the whole thang! (= yay! more free time!! ahaha. sorry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well.. i got caught in the rain. came home dripping wet. seriously. i walked around the house and it seemed like it just got mopped. (: lols. it's the monsoon season again. bye bye hot weather. hello rainy wet days. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to creat another blog.. but i guess i'm too lazy. another time, i guess.. another time. this guy knows every girl in school. he's weird. i dont know why i just said it. but.. well. LOLS. i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow's the last day of sku. so dang fast. i really cant believe it. i dont know if i'll miss everyone, but.. oh..y'know what i mean. :] so yea. some months ++  i'll be standing outside the sku.. thinking about the memories i had. and maybe. just maybe.. i'd wish i could continue studying in KCPSS. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116176796075490057?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116176796075490057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116176796075490057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116176796075490057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116176796075490057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/inter-class-game-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116161896713058748</id><published>2006-10-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a guys perspective on this. is it me.. or is it me being skeptical? ugh. it just bugged me so much. troubling me. disturbing me. no peace of mind. i coulnt even shake it off as i usually could. just it's bigger than.. expected? snowballing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what does she expect me to do? so, i made a mistake by vocalising it. oh sure.. blame ME. wow. this is great isnt it? i aint perfect, i make mistakes. SO?! like you dont. ugh. then again, i guess she has every right not to accept my apology. big newsflash? i dont like you! but. i gotta forgive you! so? why cant you do the same? it's super annoying lor. make it seem like everyone's with you. rrright. please. stop talking crap. we all know who's lyin and who's not in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;but. say what you must, i dont really care. i just wish the hols would come faster. i hate this...why pretend when it's not true? why live in denial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's big news. but.. since CERTAIN people are gonna view my bloggie, i'll shutup. when it's announced on wed, you'll know. heh. man, take over my space, do my job, say what i was going to,steal my ideas, and whatever crap that &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; do. it's &lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; job. &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; yours! get that into your head and stop thinking i'm joking with you. cuz i'm not. take me seriously, luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, talkin about being taken seriously, i'm tired of being the crazy one. i wanna extend other qualities a student councillor in functions should have. being influential, outgoing, creative, friendly, calm, less hot headed...and uh. what else? darnit. i dont know. but well. yea. listen up. &lt;strong&gt;i wanna be taken seriously. i wont be as crazy as before. cos i'm tired of repeating myself cos people think i'm joking when i'm really NOT. &lt;/strong&gt;well, there you have it. i said it. i'll tryta keep my word. so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely, i like my sister now. (= i dont know why. misunderstood, i guess. as usual. man, miscommunications stink. a lot. obviously lorr. she's super duper uber nice if you're just.. nice to her, and super duper uber not nice when you're just a lil not nice to her. just that i've seen the other side of her. and i like it. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i find it super duper uber hard to believe what she said. it's just. unbelievable. but i guess i should play along, huh? or maybe i should do my research. i guess i should. so well. i'ma go bet who'll win for ANTM. america's next top model. do'uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116161896713058748?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116161896713058748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116161896713058748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116161896713058748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116161896713058748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-guys-perspective-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116159653822393711</id><published>2006-10-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nathaniel chua likes chickens. lols. he saw my DP with an ikea chicken. said it was his fav toy last time. lol. today was the councillor interview. alright. cept sitting nexta to vick LIM makes me super nervous! well. lemme explain. i was sitting next to shalin and ezra at first. then vick LIM moved next to me when shalin moved to duckie. i was feeling alright. a little nervous. but still confident. so vick LIM moved next to me. her extreme nervous-ness made me. super duper uber nervous! so when it was my turn, i forgot everythin i was supposed to say! but well, end? still positive, (= thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well. another short post. too lazy to bother. tomorrow's a holiday! yay! maybe i'll blog another paragraph or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really pity her. she's like. ugh. unliked. and i wonder why she asks people if they like her? oh sure. like they will say "omg. i hate you lor." uh huh. well, some will. but one joy people? no. they'd rather lie. why'd they wanna lie to themselves and her? and of course, to someone else, they'd sya "omg. she sucks. blah blah blah." it's puzzling, really. deceitful. but i like that. hah. shows they have brains that think. fortunately. sorry, i feel really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fine. CCA(drama) day or something. had fun all the way. go drama! if any girl wants to join drama, please know that the esplanade girls will getcha. in the worst way possible. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. one thing i'd like to add, there are many miscommunications going on, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116159653822393711?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116159653822393711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116159653822393711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116159653822393711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116159653822393711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/nathaniel-chua-likes-chickens.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116150997967021788</id><published>2006-10-22T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed back the skin. guess it wasnt THAT fabby. i had a fun day. shopping. i had my hair cut. a GREAT lunch. well. skipped church today. lols. overslept. slept at 5 plus yesterday. ugh. ate at crystal jade. 66 bucks. ahah. but it was really really GOOD! (= ...i look VERY different. funkaye. short. cant tie. ugh. when the gal was cutting my hair, i was like. omg. why so much hair on the floor?! i wanted to jump up and ask "WTF ARE YOU DOIN?!" my fringe is weird. i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. stupid benji aint answering my call. ass. hah. kidding. silly guy. over protective parents. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what i should blog now. i'm so ugh-ed out. good luck to everyone for the interview!! rock on!! i know. whatever. some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116150997967021788?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116150997967021788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116150997967021788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116150997967021788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116150997967021788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-changed-back-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116140411336562717</id><published>2006-10-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahahaah i found this really fab skin. loves! we had so much yesterday, huh? chris, me, benji and nat chua talking like crazy. loves as frens!! yakking and yakking like we knew each other for 5 years. fine. i'm exxagerating. i just love my class so muchy!! ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my momma made bacon and eggs for breakfast today. first time in a super duper uber long time since i had breakfast. dang she woke us up at 8.45am to pack our room. and she lectured us, cleaned the fridge instead of preparin breakfast. sigh. see? my momma's so dang annoying. i wonder if she'll even allow me to go for the chalet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116140411336562717?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116140411336562717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116140411336562717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116140411336562717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116140411336562717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahahaah-i-found-this-really-fab-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116135413639743826</id><published>2006-10-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi dudu! i dont know why but i feel super duper uber happy! aahahha!! hyper,enthu and psycho. lols. i ponned swimmin again today. sat at bus stops.. walked around from toa payoh and bishan. ugh. good excercise. i guess i just didnt wan to go swimming. a fish who's outta water may grow and adapt to it's surroundings and may not wanna go back. oh crap. whats with me? man! i'm psycho lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a ball of fun talking to a million people. my fingers are aching. lols. ohkay. 12. fine. HUGE difference.. cool! ngai hon's on youtube!! ahahaha! go youtube and search. type in kcpss.&lt;br /&gt;mee siam mai ham.  funny. lols. it takes a while to load though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i'm talking to him. he's like my mom. naggin me and all. here's our convo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;how are you results??&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;sucking&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;so embarassing )=&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;that bad&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray for you&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;but considering that i stuDied only the night before and i wasnt listenign in class for the whole year, i think i did well. (=&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;aww. thanks so sweet&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;well you should study you know&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;sec one is a relaxed year, sec 2's a work hard year, sec 3's a play and study hard year, and sec 4 is a CHIONG YEAR&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i follow this so i can play a lot more. i'm so lame. i know&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;it not true you know&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;really? why?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey.. you look so cute in the picture&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;theres gna be alot of stuff to learn in sec2 since you screwed you sec1&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;by my class standards, i did well. by my (really HIGH EXPECTATION STANDARD) folk's standard, i sucked.&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;its always like that&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;well you gotta study still&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh. get 47 over 50 isnt that bad right?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i know. but man. i cant keep still&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;if there's a will there's a way&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;hey where do you wanna go after your olevel?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;wow. you sound so..much like my mom.&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;(no offense)&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in australia then, so i guess it wouldnt matter..&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;its ok&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;well australia's good...&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;in a way, yes.&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;it'll be much more laxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;yay1&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;sufer boys and billabong&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yea..&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;and salmon&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;and movie world&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;and hot girls&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;and sea worls&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;*world&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;you'd like the hot girls part, wouldnt you?&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;i went to down under once with me friends&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;boy! was it havoc&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;and you enjoyed yourself?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;(i bet)&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;the partying was a blast&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;have you been partying before??&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i have no comment&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;which club?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;in australia&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt go&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;bad music though&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i agree&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;no taste&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;well. for me&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;my frens liked it&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i hated it&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you just went on the wrong night&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohkay..&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;loloololool&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. writes:&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;olol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. writes:&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;its the screen la&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;nah. i think it's mine..&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;bad writing leads to bad marks&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;hi mom&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;being senior and all&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall count the number of s you've typed..&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;i understand.&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;cool you said like 23 s&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;god. i'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;oh im on youtube&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;better than father god&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;got a moment?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;under what?&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;check out kcpss&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;mee siam mai ham&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohkya&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;dam. it's taking so long to load&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;loloololool&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;found it??&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;     ' &amp;kimmaye;;     it'll never be the same. says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid computer. laggy&lt;br /&gt;saintcaleb says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i'll put it here, for easy viewing. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTvWj75C_BI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTvWj75C_BI&lt;/a&gt; see? i'm so nice.  it's freaking funny lorrs! he's crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. nvm. i'll go. bye!! (= loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p:s- am i old? am i innocent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116135413639743826?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116135413639743826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116135413639743826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116135413639743826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116135413639743826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-dudu-i-dont-know-why-but-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116133397694994042</id><published>2006-10-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:25.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know what to blog. all the crap that i blogged's all gone. again. but it's not internet prob again. page not found? wtf.. i should continue but make it a shorter one. it just dawned on me that i havent liked anyone for like. sometime already..and i only thought of it now.. lols. so people, if you ask me, i'm REALLY not lying!! so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got caught in the heaviest part of the rain this morning.. the 7.10 one. omg. i was runnin and running like crazy. soaking, dripping wet lah.. and every step i took, squish. squish, squish. water. going in, coming. lols. it was super duper uber unconfortable. so eve and i skipped about 45 minutes and went to the toilet to dry our stuff. (hair, bags, shoes, socks, shirt and skirt.) it was quite fun actually. missing class and everything. walking in our shoes without socks was.. interesting. been a while since i last did that. (= hahas. went back to class and we had to plan stuff and combine all of it for time capsule. we were goofing so much lahs! (vickaye LIM the super smart girl, xue xue the dudu and wan yee the 'obiedient'.) i drew new uniforms for the future part. lame. looked a lil weird. but it's.. acceptable. i'd wear it. wan yee said it looked more like what you'd wear outside. well duh. you wear your sku uniform outside your house right? DUH lah. we were also supposed to design walls or somethin for our assigned class type. my group's was english and literature. we wrote some phrases or something by authors really.. nicely. we played so much. as usual, cant finish on time. =DD hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with vickaye LIM and wan yee for lunch cos a certain SOMEBODY WAS WITH ANOTHER SOMEBODY. *hint hint* and the first SOMEBODY broke cos she's *ahem* cheapskate!! lols. went to S11 to eat. i had pancake with crabstick, eggs and cheese. the second bite onwards made me full. lols. so i ended up playing with my food and grossing them out with all my crazy antics. sorry. hehe.. we went to library to chill. man! we had so much fun! laughing and yakking like crazy till people were SO staring at us. especially me.... -_-" so wells. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mirah, i didnt forget, i'm so sorry i couldnt meet you. )= &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday, girl!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13 years old!! woopeee!! (= loves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish soup there's councillor interview on monday!! omgggggggggg! i'm so UGHed out, man. good luck to everyone!! jia yous!! you know you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought my class sucked. actually, misunderstood is the word. gals? fine and dandy,with most of them. (ohkay, i do NOT want lennel to go for class chalet!!) guys? interacting with most of them nowadays made me realise they are a fine bunch. (i dont like them at all in "that" way.) gems in all of them.. i'm so glad i'm in one joy and not anywhere else. we seem un-united but we care so much for each other. LOVES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should go. swimming time. (unfortunately) all i'm left to say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM FACTORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP. DROP. ROLL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116133397694994042?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116133397694994042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116133397694994042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116133397694994042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116133397694994042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-know-what-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116124299830057195</id><published>2006-10-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this one's for you, xue ying. coz you love it as much as i do. (= cheers! you know it means a lil somethin somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I was missing or why I ain't listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be besides a cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when it's right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But) I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone (I used to hate it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, oh feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because (it's the best day of my life)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you I'm not missing you (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;It ain't even a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, you should try mixing barley and carrot, apple and orange juice. it'a NICE!! but barley must put 62% of the total. and the rest equal portions. it's nice y'know. (= haha. 'cooking' with kimmaye'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116124299830057195?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116124299830057195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116124299830057195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116124299830057195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116124299830057195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-ones-for-you-xue-ying.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116124015013864163</id><published>2006-10-18T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, we went to the science centre. oh boy. there were SWARMS of people there. it was all, like. BAM. BAM. BAM. everywhere you go, you'll pretty much end up bumping others. ouch. we went there for something like a race to fill up these stupid sheets of paper. ugh. we slacked. i didnt even touch the dang paper. hah i did no work whatsoever. sorry guys. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus journey was fun! especially the going trip, cuz everyone was fighting for the back seats. we had to step and climb chairs to get the back seats away from the guys who blocked our way and everything. eventually, we won. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was spent.. well. briefin about some crap and being at the science centre. man. she keeps following us. why wont she take the MANY hints thrown at her to leave ALL of us alone? poor victoria and XY. man, they're too nice. why dont you just say you dont like her so she'll leave you alone? and instead of giving her sarcastic answers (becos she'll just CONTINUE sticking to you) ignore her. and wan yee, please! dont tell me to help you or sms to say "she's following me!" i know. you gotta tell her straight in the face you freakin dont like her! she's dumb. doesnt get all those hints. hah! nerd? YAH. she's fucking hacker. ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we'll be in school. doing some time capsule thingy. i dont know why they think we're stupid or something. ALL OF US KNOW WHAT A TIME CAPSULE IS!! you dont have to keep telling us! oh man! and we HAVE to do some stupid topic. instead of putting something that reflects and our personality, we have to put stuff about our school-the past, present and future. sigh. why must they be so freaking LAME? losers. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the planning of the class outing's fine. it's the people. freak them!! ahahah. over-protective parents alert!! annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a lil ball of fur, about 5 months, today.. just sitting outside my door. that kitty's cute.. but. CHEETA's better!! the kitty was white, with a lil bit of black and brow. quite cute. (= and guys, dont mention cheeta. but if you do, change the subject instead of tryna cover it up. it hurts less that way. victoria? shut up. dont crap about my cat or my shoe'll be flying in your face even though you're my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i feel offensive today. mind me. i'm just glad to be able to be promoted to sec 2 EXPRESS!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116124015013864163?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116124015013864163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116124015013864163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116124015013864163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116124015013864163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-we-went-to-science-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116116015951630231</id><published>2006-10-18T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess i had a pretty good day.. considering the odds. we're having new uniforms! dri fit! no need to tuck in! wow. we had a super duper uber long boring talk by our principal today. urgh. so assy. my butt and legs were aching like crazy. we sat there for at least an hour, hearing him yak and yak. loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well. during class, i was during preps for the class outing. and when people challenge me, i get real pissed. its like. i'm doing ym freaking best and people can be all like they think i'm not doing a good job so they must check and everything. so i was like gonna start explaining then. oh fuck. let THEM do the planning. they think its easy talkin to a super duper uber ass-ed class thats uncooperative and totally un-enthu? fine. i let them go ahead. hah. they were worse than me. all 3 of them. so i'm back again. planning the class outing. (= i dont care if you like it or not. its a class outing. and people, i cant suit 40 people's needs. so shut up and listen to me. they didnt like the feeling they got either-being told no by their own frens. i hope you wont do that to me again, XY and vic. it's dang unsupportive, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i'm not that angry. just. UGHed out. another butt and leg breakin experience today. watched a stupid french movie. choir boys or something like that. i wasnt even watching it. just playing. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had too much to eat for lunch. *burp* brownie, ice cream, about 20 pieces of potato wedges and 1 chicken chunk. ugh. FULL. guess where we went for lunch? cafe galilee. in the library. lols. xy wanted to go there. we ended up spending more time than expected. but we had fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'd better post in the class blog. the details and all. so bye. and tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116116015951630231?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116116015951630231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116116015951630231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116116015951630231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116116015951630231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-i-had-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116107441706433169</id><published>2006-10-17T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss him most (ESPECIALLY) in the mornings, nights, when i come home, and when i leave. i'll just feel this hopeless crap in me. feeling all weak and ughy inside. weird descriptions. yes, i know. i thought so something, but i forgot. let's just make do with that, huh? i guess i miss him in the mornings cuz when i wake up and come outta my room, he's usually there, meowing like crazy, and he'd rub his head against you and all. and just before i go to sleep, (thats usually the time i think most in the whole day.) i'd lie staring at the ceiling and remember how it would be so nice and cosy with him beside me every night.. sitting on my tummy, and ooh. it'd be warm. you kinda get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside you. its just really nice.. but for the last few nights, i'd stare at the empty space he used to occupy. and i'd miss his melodic purr. and i would miss the times i come back home and he'd greet me at the door. or even the times when he'd be sleeping on the couch. but for the last few days, i'd look at the couch.. and there'd be nothing. no cheeta. nothing. at least i'm not in denial, right? i know he's gone forever. man. i wish i didnt say that. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;psychedelico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... i keep saying that word today. dont even know what it means. -_-" i'm super lame. some mental state, maybe? i dont know what to blog. so. i'll just talk bout my day i guess. went to some tuas incineration plant or something. i cant remember, too busy talkin. the trip there was realyl short. about 20 min? a video and a 5 min tour. ugh. the bus journey was so dang torturing. hot. stuffy. bumpy. the ride there wasnt that bad. i wodner why. more fun and it didnt seem that long. the way back? hell. i wonder whats so fascinating about watching RUBBISH. who cares? big UGH there!! so well. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to vivo city's tangs for shopping. instead, i went to orchard with sha. i love the earrings, necklace and the bracelet! and sha, you know you owe me money, (= hahah. i had tonsa fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116107441706433169?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116107441706433169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116107441706433169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116107441706433169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116107441706433169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-him-most-especially-in-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116098492132225900</id><published>2006-10-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here to post AGAIN. third time today. i just visited cheeta's death spot. omg, i was like. !!!! then boohooohooooo!! it's so fish soupy. forgive me, whoever's reading this. cheeta's all i can think and talk about now. crazy luh. frigging crazy, ya know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116098492132225900?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098492132225900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116098492132225900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098492132225900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098492132225900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-here-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116098382281302067</id><published>2006-10-16T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love copying from stella's blog. sorry. xD but i agree with everything she's said. 100%. yuppies. so.. here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp's over but miss it sooo much. Okay, there's just so much fun. Anyway we did morning excerise with the seniors this morning and it was like so dirty and it made us all looked stupid yeah. Hehe. Played Chickens and Wolf after that and then went for lecture. We miss Coach Joselyn so much lorr, then there comes Coach Barry. Stupid lame coach but Coach Joselyn is better :) Haha. So we played vertical challenge. It was really fun man. Hehe. Yupp..er yes we talked about shared vision and our sec one vision is: LOVE, UNITED AS ONE COHORT and BE INFLUENCIAL. Yup, it was a good sharing and lecture. Didn't really talk about the rest of the lectures. They were impactful and hit me straight man =) This camp really benifited us a lot. As in, even if anyone of us is going to fail the interview, we learnt like really a lot about what it means really to be a leader and lotsa more. I can't thank God enough for placing me in the camp. It was just a blast. Reflected a lot after camp, and during camp about being a councillor. Actually, in the first place when Miss Lim asked me, I didn't really wanted to be a councillor. But I gave her a yes anyway. Then, I was reluctant to go for training camp, it's like, it's just after exams man. I wanna chill. Haha. But the more I came, the more adicted I became to come. It's like filled with excitement. Woah, I guess there's a change and there was so much of things I see differently now. Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home early today. with wan yee, joey, glenda and another girl. forgot her name. xD i dont feel like my usual self no more. even when i was depressed, i could go out and socialise. now? oh man. i came home STRAIGHT after school. never done that before, not even in primary school. i miss him so dang much! i'm well. not mental. for example,  you lose someone SO FREAKING CLOSE to you and you're expected to be ohkay with it on the third day? yeah RIGHT. dont tell me you're able to totally be yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like fragile now. dont disturb me cos when i snap, ugh. hell. so go away. if you really like me, talk to me, (; but.. dont mention pets. i'll cry. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how many times i'm gonna blog again today.. but the only thing i haf to say is that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i'm left with, are memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you left me here. stranded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116098382281302067?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098382281302067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116098382281302067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098382281302067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098382281302067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-copying-from-stellas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116098274395205709</id><published>2006-10-15T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great. again, no connection. whole blogged stuff? GONE. ugh ugh ugh. i managed to live through today, monday, without crying infront of anyone. fine. i teared for 2 seconds. so sue me. bearly scathed it, if you ask me. i was so close to breaking.. its like i was balancin on such a thin line that if the wind blew at me, i'd fall. really. i'd cry like crazy. so well. enough talk about crying. everyone's supportive of me now. at this point. thanks, guys. thanks for being there for me. really thankful. (= here are some pictures taken by meof cheeta when he was still.. alive, found on my momma's computer. enjoy. you know he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/cheeta%20on%20the%20grilles.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/cheeta%20on%20the%20grilles.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats him on the grilles. wild streak in him, exposed. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/cheeta%20big%20eyed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/cheeta%20big%20eyed.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wide eyed. cute, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/CUTE%20CHEETA.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/CUTE%20CHEETA.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/chicken%20and%20cheeta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/chicken%20and%20cheeta.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. thats him curled up with a chicken. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute. which do you guys think is the cutest? he's just everything to me.. its hard, cheeta. so hard.. his burial service will be held today. pictures will be used instead of his body. which was.. thrown away for fear that he may.. decompose. *cries* enough crying already. i should be strong, yeah? yuppies. (wth is that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my results today. i hate myself. this is what i get for last night studying. fish soup. i failed everything. well. maybe not. i didnt. but, for fish soup!! i like. deproved? its crazy seeing ym grades drop like &lt;em&gt;wooop&lt;/em&gt;. seriously &lt;em&gt;wooop&lt;/em&gt;. as in &lt;em&gt;wooop. &lt;/em&gt;ahaha, its just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much, cheeta.. so so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116098274395205709?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098274395205709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116098274395205709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098274395205709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116098274395205709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/great.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116090297176529953</id><published>2006-10-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united. thats how everyone was at camp. uh huh. everyone was all like helping each other out.. and everyone did a fair share of work. everything. everyone was so enthu and all.. so nice. hah. it's bad enough to haf a class that looks like walking zombies all the time. this experience was really nice. (= i love council. i'm gonna kill to get in!! joking. but i'd give the oppurtunity to haf cheeta back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to have his memorial service today. but i guess i'm still too shaken.. too devastated.. too shattered. so we postponed it. even reading a cook book reminds me of him and makes me cry..looking at chicken recipes reminds me how he didnt like chicken.. and looking at seafood recipes reminds me of how he loved/loves seafood, and how much he ate when there was extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont know how he died. my sister checked yahoo ask, and some said that.. well.. either he 1) got hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2)rat poison&lt;br /&gt;since he was found under a bush near a not so busy road, it's a lil unlikely or both. sigh. it's troubling me so much. was he in pain? why didnt he come into the house? i guess i dont want to know. i dont want to know if he was scared when he died.. or whether he was in pain or not. i'd rather lie (or  not) to myself that he died.. peacefully. but WHY THE HELL was he found under a freakin bush?! i mean.. did he choose to die there? or did someone move him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i dont want to know. enough questions asked already.. i dont feel like doing anything at all. i dont want to go to school. i dont want to face everyone who knows about his death. i dont want to pretend i'm ohkay. but if i dont, everyone will pay so much attention to me and they wont treat me the same and i'll start crying like hell. i'm not used to people staring at me while i cry ohkay. it's too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to say goodbye to him. he just left. like that. i think the last time i actually sat down with him was like on tuesday or so. maybe wednesday.. i want to do that again. rub him, pat him, talk to him.. maybe i'd feel less bad. i always thought we'd be the ones to leave him.. with us going to australia and all. but, he was the one to leave us. i know he'd feel unhappy too. maybe more, cuz he lost 3 of us. i'm not sure if cats have the kind of feelings that we do.. but i'm sure he'd be pretty miserable without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had like 10 more years to live.. and then he.. just.. died. i hate that word. death. death. death. cheeta. dead. gone. forever. i want another cat to replace him!! but i know i'll be fooling myself. i just want one to fill his place. he was the best. i know none can replace him.. but i long for a lil fur ball to hug. and in the morning, i came out of my room, half expecting him to be sleeping on the spare couch. and when he hears me, he'd start meowing so much.. but, nothing. silence. i was staring at the couch with cushions on it.. without cheeta. and at night, i'd go to the toilet, and i wished so much that he'd be waiting outside the door, waiting for a pat or something.. but.. there was no one. i was staring at the floor. the mat. no cheeta. i looked at his bowl today. i just cried. it's hard without him. hard to live without someone so dam important. am i expected to forget him? to pretend i never had a cat? you cant forget something so important. you just cant. no matter how hard you try.. unless you get amnesia or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole family's depressed. we all loved him so much. my momma's tryna be strong.. i can tell. my sister and i cried ourselves to sleep last night.. and we skipped church. i think i barely slept for 2 and a half hours. the rest were spent thinking. of so much stuff.. she didnt tell me she cried herself to sleep but i could tell. it's just this kind of telepathy that cheeta's death brought us. we kinda understand and know certain things. i guess it's just.. known for a strange reason. questions dont need to be asked, we just know it. the house is so quiet, it's scary. we've just been lazing around. not doing much. god! why'd you take his life so early? at this time? WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys. for tryna make me feel better. i really appreciate it. all the smses.. (=  i dont know how i'm gonna face the school, my classmates, frens, or enemies on monday. thank god the sec 4Es aint gonna be there, in school. or not supposed to be. tomorrow, my grammy's are gonna be here. i dont know how to act.. to be strong, or to be how i really feel. i really dont. there are certain things that dont need explaining, its just something you know.. or sense. and i can tell cheeta's safe. well, technically, he's dead, and no one can prove if there really is life after death or just go to heaven or hell or anything.. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116090297176529953?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116090297176529953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116090297176529953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116090297176529953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116090297176529953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/united.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116082570525998483</id><published>2006-10-14T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dont know how to put this. i'm back from camp.. had such nice memories. made new frens, learnt lotsa stuff, had fun.. and. well, when i came back today.. someone really dear to me.. passed on. he's gone. forever. my cat. cheeta. cheeta's gone. when my momma told me.. i just sat there, curled up and cried. i dont know how long i sat there, but i think i musta been sitting there for at least 45 min cuz the tv was on and there were 3 or 4 advertisements. i remember thinking how sad i was. i was so. shocked. this lil ball of fur..gone. the one that brings me home. the one that follows me around. the one that waits outside the bathroom while i'm in it. the one that lies on my lap. the one that sleeps on thu guest couch. the one that sleeps on the chairs in the living room. the one who would run after me when i went to throw the rubbish, or get the mail. gone. forever. he was missing from thursday.. the day i went for camp. i hadnt seen him all day. i shoulda gone to look for him instead of thinkin i'm tired and everything, afterall, maybe he came in, but we didnt see him. i was too selfish. thinkin of myself instead of him. what if he needed me? was he afraid? was he scared? was he.. tired? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from what i was told, he died on thursday or friday. he was found under a bush near my house. blood from his mouth. no signs of scratches or bruises or anything. he.. just died. i dont know why he died, but.. man. i'm crying so much now. for the first time, i haven't smiled more than twice since 2.30 today. it's about 6.40 now. wow. record breaking. i also havent moved more than twice. i lay on my bed.. crying. i dont know. he changed my life. he made me love in a way i have never loved before. he loved me for who i am. he was there for me when i was down. but now? he was like my best fren. always there for me. (cept when he's out.) we shoulda kept him in the house. too bad he's curious and adventerous. i dont know what to think. i dont know what to say. it's just not the same without my dear, first, cute cat. he was the BEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this'll be dedicated to him. in lovin memory of cheeta: you're a king in my eyes. you cheered everyone up just by sitting on their laps, making their seat warm.. and meowing around. you could do so much.. just by being you. everybody adored you. you were so good natured.. even when my sister wrestled with you, you never once scratched or bit her. even when we bathed you, you were scared like shit.. and you even peed on the floor, but you never scratched/bit us. when i made you do the wildcat part of we're all in this together, you only ran away. you were so much of me. you were.. my everything. i'm gonna miss your fur on my clothes.. your meow early in the morning. your greeting when i come home.. your following us around.. everything. i'll miss you so much. all of us will. you'll forever remain in our hearts. remember, cheeta.. all of us cried so much for you. we love you so much. thank you for coming into our lives, letting us have such nice memories. you shall be my wallpaper. (infact, you've been my wallpaper a long time ago, but nvm.) for a long long long long long long long long long long long long long time. if we get another cat, it's just to replace the hole in my heart that you occupied. you were the best!! you ARE the biggest miracle in my life!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we got you two years ago.. scared lil thing. you were born in may too. just like me. your birthdate was unknown.. so i took it that you were born on the same day as i was. naive? yes. so much.. they found you around a hawker centre. mistreated. abused. we took you in, you were so scared! you hid in the spare room. it took you like two weeks to get used to us. and how we fussed over you. no matter how tired we were, we always took time to sit with him for at least 5 min and talk to him, pat him.. you purred.. meowed...oh cheeta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you will always remain a part of me. i cant believe you died when you were 2 plus. sighsighsigh. i cant stop thinking about you. what are we gonna do with the cat litter? your two huge big packets of cat food? huh? what are we gonna do with them?! cheetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont care what you guys call me. crazy. just becoz your cat died, its not the end of the world. i mean, its just an animal. if you say that, you are not my fren. he's not just a cat. or an animal.. he's.. something. he's everything. if you have a pet, and your pet died, you'd be like me now. or maybe less emo. well. i'm VERY EMOTIONAL ohkays. i cry like crazy when i'm sad. urgh. this issue is super sensitive for me. like.. even looking at the spot he used to sleep makes me cry all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fuck. i'm so dam emo now. and on monday? another round of emo-ness. results. i'm going to NA. well. i have this feeling. so strong. bye one joyians. cya next year, in NA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fish soup. thats how my day's been like. i was so dang fucked up happy at camp.. then now i'm cracked like glass. hah. oh well. i should say something about camp o make myself feel better. i'm copying this from stella's blog and adding stuff. hehe. (cuz she's in my group, functions 1.) begins now. &gt;&gt; Bwahahas. My group's named SuperCrackos. Funny name but I prefer the super loong one by Andrea. Okay, the cheer was good, yes, very good. The seniors created it. Oh yah, did I mention that we had this super nicey coach, Coach Eunice :&gt; Hehe. Yup, had 5 stations and 3 roadblock(however you spell it) Think the super interesting ones were at Coleman's Bridge. Haha..we had make 2 person fr 2 different boats to wave to us and say "I love you". As in they have to say so. So we shouted, "I love you, do you love me?" Okay, funny funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here's the pictures stella loaded which i copied. xD sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/you%20huai%20the%20chinatown%20guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/you%20huai%20the%20chinatown%20guide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;youhuai the china town guide (=&lt;/span&gt; nice background eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/elaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elaine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/big%20mouths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/big%20mouths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us screamin away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/nadia%20and%20elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/nadia%20and%20elaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia and elaine?! where's elaine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/everyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i look retarded. go supercrakos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahaha. Anyway, our group came in first! YAY! Guess we won't really mind if we didn't cos we really had lotsa fun. Haa, we were dumb, we ran back to the starting point becos we thought that group one was coming back but they weren't. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/andrea%20and%20joyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/andrea%20and%20joyce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrea and joyce. yup. thats how tired we were. running all around chinatown with our nice coach, coach eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school: LUNCH, RATED R(A), X-PERIENCE DEBRIEF, LECTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/coach%20jocelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/coach%20jocelyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's coach jocelyn. pretty, eh? she's nice. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/us%20and%20her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/us%20and%20her.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! i look retarded again!! us and her! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this camp has been really motivating! i loveeeeeee everybody!! man, my eyes are sore from the crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116082570525998483?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116082570525998483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116082570525998483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116082570525998483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116082570525998483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-how-to-put-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116057111222532889</id><published>2006-10-11T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't care no more. enemies? fine. i'll take the easy way out. hah! it's better than wasting my time on you, hypocritical liar. i dont care. uh uh. nope. you can pretend with him. gallivant with him in the meadows. pretend you're someone else. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DONT CARE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i aint gonna bother bout you no more!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ohkay. now that i've said my piece.. how bout some pictures? (= it's fun, you know. btw, rumor has it is so nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there ya go. knock yourself out. oh phuwee. heck. i'm not gonna upload so many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/hair%20water%20and%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/hair%20water%20and%20light.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;man. this is gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/america%20next%20top%20model%20jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/america%20next%20top%20model%20jade.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nice face, huh? thats jade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/blonde%20wet%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/buttonup%20earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/buttonup%20earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/buttonup%20earrings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/blonde%20wet%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahaha! earrings! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/blonde%20wet%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/blonde%20wet%20hair.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice wet hair. dont know who. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/heidi%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/heidi%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;does this look like heidi to you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/hr%20water%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/hr%20water%20light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry. obsessed with this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116057111222532889?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116057111222532889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116057111222532889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116057111222532889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116057111222532889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-care-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116056514341472067</id><published>2006-10-11T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:24.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm in a picture craze. for my blogskin. i'll include these. well. maybe not all. but some. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/pretty%20girl%20side%20view.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/pretty%20girl%20side%20view.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;she's pretty. nice side view, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/woman%20in%20the%20air.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/woman%20in%20the%20air.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;man, i wish i could do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/white%20faced%20girl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/white%20faced%20girl.0.jpg" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nice. um. complexion. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/pollock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/pollock.1.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;complexity, much? messy's nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/naima%20hotness.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/naima%20hotness.0.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;go naime! go naime! go naime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/wet%20hair.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="319" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/wet%20hair.0.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this would look nice for an art thingy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/naima%20away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/naima%20away.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i love her make up and eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/naima%20hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/naima%20hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;does this look like naime? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/last%20dance.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/last%20dance.png" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i dont know where i got this xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/paper%20aeroplane%20passport%20waller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/paper%20aeroplane%20passport%20waller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or this either =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116056514341472067?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116056514341472067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116056514341472067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116056514341472067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116056514341472067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-picture-craze.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116056015227945562</id><published>2006-10-11T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just yinny is a FABULOUS blogskin designer. &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/just-yinny"&gt;http://blogskins.com/me/just-yinny&lt;/a&gt; there ya go. you'll be like.. wow? breath takers. you're just like.. blown away by her skins. so my type!! ah wells. i'll have one of her skins one day. (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;woopieeeee!! exams no more, baybeh!! i could dance the night away.. laughing.. with the breeze against my skin.. i could dance in the rain. the droplets dripping down my face.. i could dance with you and you'd hold me tight and you would never let me go. we'd dance the night away. and emerge from that closer than ever. ohkay wth was that? -_-" ahah boredom. it can be a sin. man, my internet got problem again. sighsigh. heh. tomorrow's councillor camp. cant wait!! :) too bad i cant be a councillor, oh ya know.. going to australia and all. hehe. i can leave all the bitches, sluts and assholes. i cant wait!! oh man. i forgot to add. my good fren.. cherilyn. thanks girl. you helped me tons!! loves, yeah? =DD really gonna miss you tons! and amirah! xue ying! shalin! valerie! clara!and many more. i love you guys. gonna miss you so so so so so so so so so so so much!! thanks for all the memories and everything we've had fun and laughed about. ahhhh..i'm blessed. i know. thank you god for giving me so many good frens who love me so. thank you. it's gonna be really hard for me to part with ya'll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yea. enough. i'll start crying soon.. so well. i went to watch &lt;em&gt;john tucker must die &lt;/em&gt;again. well. i didnt exactly watch the whole movie. the last part was uber funny! nah. the whole thing is!! AHHAHAH!! everyone was lol-ing in the theatre like crazy!! the thong part was. !!! oh ya know.. .... ... .. ... (lols again) man. i had cramps due to the movie. sigh sigh jesse's so hot. jason, my grandfather(the fake one) dudu #69, and &lt;em&gt;da dudu &lt;/em&gt;are so going down. we've got ideas! yes, we thought of so much stuff. all the thoughts creeping into our heads.. hah. watch out. it's comin atcha. your oh so deserved DESSERTS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thank you again cherilyn. coming home with me. you've been doin that so often i feel guilty. xD but it is nice to have great company with me y'know. unlike ... (&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;erm. hello? the obvious solution is to go out and do his work right? DUH. i have never met someone so dumb before! why make a wall with a dorr/table lamp when you can save money and do your work outside the room? like in the living room or something? ugh. idiots? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i really dont know who to blame. its not our fault. how can she just blame us? we're not obliged to do ANYTHING for her yet she EXPECTS us to. ugh. fine. say all the bad stuff about us. humiliate us. backstab us! fine! but dont claim you're our fren and doing all sorta stuff for us. lemme tell ya why we cant do no nothing. her extreme popularity is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;reason why we can't offend her. well. sorta. and she's got this huge boyfren with gigantic 6-packs ohkay. he's like the gangster type. ugh. nowadays when we're with her, we feel really uncomfortable and we cant wait till she leaves. evil? nope. wait till you find out the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;truth. she was fine. i wonder whatsup with her now.. we used to like you a lot, y'know. you were like the sister we never had. now? you're my biggest nemesis. sorry. OUR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116056015227945562?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116056015227945562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116056015227945562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116056015227945562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116056015227945562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-yinny-is-fabulous-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116047042220880714</id><published>2006-10-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing to do!! *cries* i'm not gonna change my blogskin cuz i cant make up my mind.. so wtf should i do?! man the dudu's online. wtf should i say to him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know what.. i'm startin to think that this is all somebody's fault. just a le-eel somebodaye. yup. somebodaye.. no, i don't keep having typos. it's SOMEBODAYE. i think i'll blame that dudu. ( i say dudu so nobody can tell if i'm refering to a gal or guy.)  ah well. it's not the first time that dudu did somethin like dat. i really dont know what to think. was that dudu being a nuisance on purpose? &lt;u&gt;why's that dudu making me so bored on purpose?!&lt;/u&gt; oh sure. like i know. -_-" xue ying, i'm not 'brain' so dont call me one. back to the crapped  up shit. (hey.. new word. i'll add that in my 'kim's book of amazingly ridiculous words' book) hah. so well. this dudu is like.. playing the crappy role in this. so. yeah. well the dudu says its crappy but you know what? it's not. the dudu gets to have fun! you wanna know who this dudu is? ohkay. lemme tell you. _______ yes, it's this dudu who's creating all this trouble. make this dudu's life sucky!! ahaha.. you'll never guess who it is. ooh i'm miss/mr goody goody. ooh i'm perfect. blah blah blah blah blah. ugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aww man. jesse metcalfe is like HOTNESS. i wanna watch the show.. ooh ooh! wasnt brittany snow the girl who acted in the pacifer? haha. i only recognised her now. slow me.. ashanti gained weight. thats all i can say. yupps. sophia acted in onetreehill?! no wonder she looks familiar too. (= arrielle kebbel's pretty too. man, those girls are so lucky. getting to kiss such a cute guy. ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sigh sigh. ashwiin is so fucked up annoying! why wont he leave me alone?! he called me 8 times, sent me 32 messages and left me voicemail. (i think.) he's like. urgh! pathetic! and he so lied to me about the aloysius thing! turns out, aloysius is qutie nice lor. pigface ashwiin. so ass-ed up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116047042220880714?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116047042220880714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116047042220880714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116047042220880714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116047042220880714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-nothing-to-do-cries-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116046454852475291</id><published>2006-10-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ahahahaha! i dont know why, but i feel happy. (= i guess it's cuz someone wrote me something really nice. aww. i love you. cheerin me up all the time. you just know how.. just for me. dudu.. i know you dont use the computer often.. but.. ahhh. i dont know. xD maybe it's just for me? you're like so nice and sensitive.. i just adore that. always thinking of what to make me smile. i wonder how long you take. thanks.. i wish you were mine. ahahaha.. thanks for meeting on the spot when i needed someone. i know i can count on you. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you make me feel all warm and squishy inside. dang he looks like the singaporean version of matt damon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;enough of him. man i can blog a long long long post on how much he's helped me with that.. (ugh) ass. so.. well.. dang this ragu (a classmate of mine) keeps sending me junk. since 2 min ago, he's sent 3. -_-" sigh. chain letters! ah wells. there's a lot going on.. but i guess there's too much to say. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh wells. the literature paper was rather a letdown. especially the essay component. hello? thats like my best part? and there and then. i had a block. i dont know.. call it a brain/writer's block. it sucked. i just sat there.. tryna think. watching the people around me writing like crazy.. as if their lives depended on it. oh gosh.. if my life depended on it, i wouldnt be able to write. wait. i can write. but then and there? not well. sighhh. disapointment. deal with it, kimmaye. deal with it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;currently.. i'm changing blogskin like some people would smoke. ugh. i dont know. i take 2 hours each time looking for a skin.. just ask any of the people who're free. like amirah, shalin. thanks tons! always helping me make up my mind. wahahs i'm indecisive. xD the bold and the beautiful skin is nice.. but so's behind the beat. take a look at this! &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=95727&amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=95727&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;   i may be using this! dam i just love requime's skins! but.. i may be making a blogskin of my own soon. just maybe. and a picture i'll certainly use is this one! man. i cant upload pictures, man! whats blogger's problem? ah well. i'll stick with my current skin. i'll just go make the fonts bigger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116046454852475291?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116046454852475291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116046454852475291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116046454852475291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116046454852475291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahahahaha-i-dont-know-why-but-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116037966041047255</id><published>2006-10-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wanted to chage my blogskin like i always do when i'm bored and have to better stuff to do, but now blogskins.com has a database problem. (a lil past 3. go check if you dont believe me) so i'm just stting here.. hoping they'll settle the problem fast. i'm bored. i should go bug some asses. stupid ashwiin's asking if i irritated somene lately. -_-" seeing he knows wendy.. i wont say no nothing. just continue let him waste his smses. man. this may not be that boring after all. he's spamming my inbox and i'm enjoying reading them. one of his messages made me laugh so much i fell off my chair. wanna know what he said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"reply me and i'll give you $2."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;major hahas much? i'm not short on cash. and even if i were, i wouldnt reply! kukumalu.. so stupid and funny. i think i'll have another round of laughs soon. but if i fall off again, i'm gonna get him for being so dumb. ah well. he called me. something about aloysius? haha i bullied him? omg i didnt even talk to the dudu!! HAHAHAHA he's so kuku. i've never said anythin to him and he has never said anything to me. big liar. jacked! he was like.. "oh. erm. ohkay. bye." so meek and shy and everything! looks like i'm not the only one who's bored. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ah well. entertained me for a while. funny. laughed somemore. my classmates! hah! wanna know what the boys were described as by other people from different classes? nerdy!! ahahaha!! not surprised. they are. cept one or two. thats how pathetic it is. man, i'm prone to crushes. there's this dudu who looks like the chinese version of matt damon. he's quite cute. and very nice. though he's.. nerdy. first good dudu i ever liked. lol. good dudus are nice but bad dudus are more fun and entertaining when you're bored. do crazy stuff like throw stuff at people who walk by on the street while you're hiding behind something.. or. pretemd you're a ghost by making funny sounds while hiding in a dustbin. haha that has never been attempted. yeah well. i'm bored. so i say this. hehe. it's fun ya know. so.. good dudus? they're really nice but tend to get a lil boring after a while. too wimpy i guess. not my type. but the dudu that i like? haha he's good but he's really very funny! makes me laugh tons!! (= ahhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i really hate indonesia. so ass-ed up. stingy asses. getting everybody sick. ugh. sore throat. fever. sneezing. coughing. man! my class was psycho with all the sniffing and coughing and sneezing like CRAZY!! during exams. man they want to cut down so many trees is also a bad thing. hello? trees=leaves=oxygen!! why dont they understand that? idiots! i hope all the residents get burnt.. see how they like it. ugh. so selfish. if they cut the trees down. i wont say so much.. but they freaked up &lt;em&gt;burnt &lt;/em&gt;it?! ugh!! think about the unfortunate countries around indonesia.. they get haze too! if there was a barrier that seperates indonesia and the rest of the world, i wouldnt care less. let them all die themselves.. of course. the ozone layer is like.. really really thin now? mainly cos of WHO? indonesia! why wont the stupid government put out the fire? oh.. it will cost too much blah blah blah. ugh!! only care about money!! ASS!! it's these inconsiderate selfish pigs that make our world what it is today. ohkay now i sound like a treehugger. haha. i'm just bored. i'll just go check if www.blogskins.com is ohkay. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116037966041047255?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116037966041047255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116037966041047255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116037966041047255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116037966041047255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanted-to-chage-my-blogskin-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116012520553547830</id><published>2006-10-06T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lips speak soft sweetness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your touch a cool caress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am lost in your magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hearts beats as one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think of you each morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And dream of you each night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think of your arms being around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And cannot express my delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Never have I fallen with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You hold a heart in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That has never before been given away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wrote your name in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but the wind blew it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; wrote your name in the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but the waves washed it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wrote your name in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and forever it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the greatest feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is like a play,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what I feel for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each and every day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is like a smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is like a song,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a great emotion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That keeps us going strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you with my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body and my soul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way I keep loving,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a love I can't control,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So remember when your eyes meet mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you with all my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have poured my entire soul into you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right from the very start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i love you so so so so so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you so deeply,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you so much,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the sound of your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your warm smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your kind, thoughtful way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The joy that you bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my life every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I have from the start,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll love you forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'll love you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When it comes to relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don’t know what I was missing or why I ain’t listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I told myself that was it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now here I go, hurt again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause of my curiousity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now that it’s over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What else could it be, he just had to cheat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made a promise never to settle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why didn’t I keep it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Crying and cheating, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the fooling around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(But) I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not going through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You might have had me open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I must be going because I got life to do I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m usually hanging on I used to hate to see you gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But this time it’s different I don’t even feel the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It’s a shame in a way cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Will my true love ever be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why would I go on a search again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I know what the end will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I made a promise never to settle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why didn’t I keep it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(But) I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not going through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You might have had me open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I must be going because I got life to do I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m usually hanging on I used to hate to see you gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But this time it’s different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don’t even feel the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(But) I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not going through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You might have had me open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I must be going because I got life to do I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m usually hanging on I used to hate to see you gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But this time it’s different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don’t even feel the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No I can’t be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can’t keep going through life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Unaware of what I missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the person I could be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love's good when it’s right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when it's left in your memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All the times I let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(But) I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not going through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You might have had me open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I must be going because I got life to do I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m usually hanging on I used to hate to see you gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(I used to hate it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh different, oh feel the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not going through the motions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(knockin' at my door) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You might have had me open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I must be going because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(it's the best day of my life) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know I’m usually hanging on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I used to hate to see you gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh different, feel the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m not missing I’m not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(oh baby) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm not missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm so over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It ain't even a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i aint poetic. i took it from &lt;a href="http://www.lovepoemsandquotes.com/"&gt;http://www.lovepoemsandquotes.com/&lt;/a&gt; and the lyrics? i cant remember xD i'm bored thats why i'm looking for poems and such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-116012520553547830?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116012520553547830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116012520553547830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116012520553547830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116012520553547830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-lips-speak-soft-sweetness-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116012157521932291</id><published>2006-10-06T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omigosh! he's online! i hate my life! fuck ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-116011806634835166</id><published>2006-10-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dam my computer got 'virused' by the pop ups in hin wen's blog.. dang it. so all the stuff i was gonna blog? all GONE. bye bye stuff that i blogged! urgh. havent been blogging for a lil while. my internet problem. again. sigh. so i'll start blogging from whenever. whenever i want. i mean. duh. yeah. hi, this is my blog? -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sigh.. i wodner wtf i ever did to him to make him hate me so. i thought he was nice. he sent me letters. i thought he was sensitive. he was like the only one who sent letters to me? ohkay fine. he's not that only one.. but he did, right? he wanted to walk me home. (technically, he didnt know i dont live in bishan. so.. he wanted to walk me to the mrt station. fianlly, we came to a decision not to.) well. the thought counts. he smsed me like everyday..? and i kinda looked forward to them? for a reason, i guess? he was everything i wanted a dudu to be.. than it all fell apart. so i said no. wtf do you take for? huh? dont i have the right to do so? i explained it to you and its a very logical explaination. so why do you hate me now? god. get over it. it was july. now it's.. october. like 3 months? get over it! this feeling's tearing me apart. ruining my life. if he finds out, bet he'll be pleased. jerk. i mean, its not like i like him or anything. but why do i feel so.. horrible? ohkay. no, a li. impossible. nah uh. it's.. fakee. right this is getting more personal than anything. more diary-like than blogging-like now. whatever. but i gotta lay my cards on the internet. (duh. blog?)it's crazy for me to feel this way. why??? god i dont even know myself. normally if some dudu's got a problem with me, i'll be all.. "bring it bastard" but i'm.. running away. from my feelings too. shit i'm crying now.. -_-" i'm.. insane? psycho? my keyboard's gonna spoil soon. obviously, my sis'll blame me. cos it IS my fault anyways.. but wth.i'll pretend it's not. lyrics. nice ones. below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't go changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what you told me from the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought you where something different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when it all just fell apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you're so perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't measure up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm not perfectJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ust all messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I seeI don't wanna pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not like I need somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Telling me where I should go at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry you'll find somebody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to tell how to live their lif&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eCause your so perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one measures up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah all by yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I seeI don't wanna pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now wait a minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew all the things that I had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey don't u get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not going anywhere with you tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause this is my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was losing myself to somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was tearing us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is the end of you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause the girl that you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was tearing us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she's everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I'm not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wish i could go back in time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;do the stuff i could make&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;right. iron it out. anythin to change this freaked up disaster. catastrophe. i wish i knew why he hates me so. i wanted to say bad stuff about him like the way he did. but i cant. i dont know why. i hate my life. i thought he was different. i guess what he said made me feel.. special? i wished for something badly when we were still friends. yup. crazy. me. me. me. me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;enough depression for the year. it aint me. ohkay. a question for frens. say you have 2 good frens. and this guy you like totally hates them and wants to get back at them and he tells you this. wouldcha still talk to him? or decide who you should help? ohkay. for me.. maybe i'd talk tot he dudu. but i wouldnt decide who to help!! not that i dont believe her or anything.. but. its a natural thought that'll come to mind. if she helps him, he may like her.. so. duh? maybe she's using us as an excuse to talk to him? heh. no accusations. just questions. and thoughts. i'm totally stressing, man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the EOYs aint that much better. trust me to only revise on the night before the exams. urgh. pro-ness? dang it. history was psycho-y. tough like crazy. and my history's pretty good ohkay. always B or so. but it was HARD. art? total mix up. maths paper 1 was ohkay. paper 2? FAIL!! science? hard like crazy. fuck the dudu who set it lahhs. chinese.. hmm. think i may fail by 5 marks. =DD wonder why i'm happy about it... geography's on monday. one of my worst subjects. sigh. fail. literature's on tuesday. score ohkay, kimmaye? must get an A1 or A2! dont care! d&amp;t marks the end of the EOYs. after thats the marking days.. which is councillor camp for us. dont scoff. ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;these are cool. sexy back dance videos. learn em dudus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjbSxDLUa2s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjbSxDLUa2s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wg0vwyqVac"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wg0vwyqVac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they're totally pro. wonder how long they practised.. i'm so gonna learn it!! once again, changing blogskin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love? whats that?&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/26380276-116011806634835166?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/116011806634835166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=116011806634835166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116011806634835166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/116011806634835166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/dam-my-computer-got-virused-by-pop-ups.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115978935889302419</id><published>2006-10-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:22.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sigh.. he's the hottest. cutest. handsomest. its true. and i talked to him!! and smsed him!! *faints* ohkay sure. i had to use a silly excuse to do so. but hey. you'd do it too. if ya saw him, that is. lemme start over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;english EOY exam today, ugh. again. i picked the wrong topic. i chose "what are the advantages and disadvantagous of being a teenager?" oh god. i failed my ... goal. sorta. for that.. compo. my goals.. urgh. the paper 2 was not that bad. (= dont think i messed up. the summary was all like.. weird? lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;yay! i'm glad cherilyn can be nominated for councillor too! :) woopieee! i dont need to quit. yet.. so well.. hah... i hung with nicole and cherilyn today. had lunch... i had duck porridge. a lot, much? i was totally stuffing myself. but it was quite good. =D went to the library supposedly to study. well.. we didnt bring any books in the first place.. ahaha? after nicole left, we went back to sku. thats so when the fun started. *cackles eviley..* (no such word, btw..) we smsed and talke to him. sigh.. we were melting in our seats, man!! he's just THE hottest ohkays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i guess the conflict's SLIGHTLY better. thankfully. i can finally breathe properly!! woohoo! art prep's driving me crazy!! urgh. and that bitch totally destroyed my blog? i hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115978935889302419?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115978935889302419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115978935889302419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115978935889302419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115978935889302419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115958611020127093</id><published>2006-09-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pride and prejudice is nice.&lt;/span&gt; duh. i watched it? on dvd. hah.. ended at like 3 plus in the morn.. 2 hours 8 min i think. call me a romantic but this movie is really nice. keira's character was totally cool. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i think a bitch jammed my blog. it's unnaccessable. she's going down. watch out. just you watch out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what would cha do if your good fren hates you for no reason?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's still bugging me so.. sigh. sigh. sigh..&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/26380276-115958611020127093?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115958611020127093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115958611020127093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115958611020127093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115958611020127093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pride-and-prejudice-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115953825472380242</id><published>2006-09-29T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here to blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;obviously.. big duh here. well. my blog shall be in the smallest font possible. so no one can see em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;how'd you feel if your fren hates you for no rhyme or reason? i'm like wth did i freaked up do? i mean..she's like picking on me on everything i say. like.. !!! haiix. i hate myself. if it'll salvage our frenship, i'm willing to quit council.. although i REALLY REALLY want it real bad. my own fren doesnt believe i will change for the better.. why'd anyone else? it's just demoralizing, y'know? do frens do that? is it normal? in the end, she'll prolly hate me.. and i dont even know why. ): what should i do? sigh sigh. i didnt feel that bad even when the fact that he'd never like me sunk in. i just felt crushed. depressed. but.. everytime i see him, the world crumbles into pieces.. he's everything i'd want in a guy. his face.. his.. ugh. not the point. her hating me hurts even more. dang i hate myself. i wish i knew why she'd do this. but hating someone for no reason.. is weird, eh? sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh! what should i do? accept it and back off or try to rekindle the past? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna change. she doesnt believe me. instead? hmm.. say i dont deserve to be one. i hate the way i am. i hate the way i dont care about anything. so now i'm tryna change. i listen in class. dont do SUCH weird stuff and everything. does she see that? no. she picks on me. she aint gon c'mere. so crap it. i really really think i should quit council if i get in. it aint worth it. cherilyn, please dont quit if i do too. she'll prolly hate me more.. i think i'm more mature and serious now. seriously. i can count the number of times i actually felt happy today. 6. compared to the usual 20 times? ugh. it's troubling me SO MUCH!! well duh. sisters before anything else. wait. i'm not sure she's my sister anymore. i feel like i barely know her now. we've grown apart? spent too much time doin other stuff? possible. but is that any reason to hate me?! )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;cherilyn. i dont expect you to continue being frens with me unkess you wan to. i know she did a lot for you in your spat with that ass. i cant. i'll back out. i wish there was a lil somethin somethin i could do. i'd do pretty much anything.. too bad i don got the chance. oh and. dont dont choose either and go straight. go to her. its the right thing to do. great. so i lost 2 frens. what a great day this has been! -_-" sarcasm? god. i miss her more than i thought.. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that felt worse. i blogged it for the world to see. unless you do a lil somethin somethin about the font, i'm afraid you cant see it. (= cherilyn. i know you wont see this. but thank you so much for cheering me up today. without ya, i think i may haf taken the plunge all the way down. spraying and doing the d&amp;t stuff was fun too. =D i loved the part where we just sat there, saying hi to that hot dude. haha. thinkin about it is a lil calming.. thanks TONS!! loves!! you MUST BE A COUNCILLOR TOO!! I'LL QUIT IF YOU DON'T!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P:S- i got nominated. will be going for selection camp.. if i'm selected again, i'll go for the interview, if i pass it, councillor!! (: wish me luck! (maybe not cuz i may quit for my frens. sigh? well. yeah. thats how much they mean to me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115953825472380242?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115953825472380242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115953825472380242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115953825472380242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115953825472380242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115943939227329413</id><published>2006-09-28T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have never taken anything more seriously than.. well. councillor stuff. i know. i'm not.. councillor type. but fot the first time in my life, i want something so badly, i'd do pretty much anything! even a crumpler didnt excite that much emos in me. am i.. crazy to think this way? i'm tired of being someone else. i wanna get outta my shell and show.. the REAL me. the better me. dont wanna be a girl who doesnt care about anything except ..MH and stuff. i want to care about the real important stuff. not faked up shit. all i ever worked for were for my materialism. its not something you just.. y'know. want to be since you were born. call it a wake up call for me and i'd agree. i've become so.. serious and worried like never before. growin up? yeah. and maturity kickin in? uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ever wanted something so bad you'd just die if you dont get it? thats how i feel. i had to write a letter to explain why i wanna be a councillor. i did. i think it was ohkay. i stand a 90% chance of getting in. but if she asks ANY of my teachers if i have the right to be student councillor, i'm DEAD. i mean. duh. i distract the class. make silly comments. dont do my work. dont pay attention. which teacher would say "oh yes, kimberly is a very good pupil. please make her a councillor." -_-" yeah. if you're sarcastic. sigh sigh. suddenly i feel more sensible and guai kia. the realisation of the fact that i may not be a councillor is freaking......................... ohkay. no words to describe. it's just driving me more crazy. in the bad way now. UGH!! i want this so so so so so so so so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cherilyn. you stand a 100% better chance of getting selected. all the best. i pray/wish/hope i wont strangle you when you get chosen and i dont. frens should be happy for each other even when they want something and dont get it and their good fren gets it. easier said than done. but i'll try my best. from now onwards, i'll do something i've never done in my entire life. study. listen in class. yupps. i'll do it. too late? it is. my case is too bad beyond reason..wish me all the best with whatever i'm gonna do to myself when i really dont get chosen. results tomorrow. the chances of me becoming a councillor? 2%. i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thanks cherilyn for making me feel slightly better. but i feel pretty low right now. crushed. thanks anyways. i love you, girl. (as a fren.) i really appreciate you tryna make me feel like i'll be chosen and by sacrificing ya self by saying "aiya you sure get chosen de. me? no way!" it helped. a TEENY, minute bit. 2 over a 1000. i feel 2/1000 better. 999? worse. i hate myself and my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115943939227329413?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115943939227329413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115943939227329413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115943939227329413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115943939227329413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-never-taken-anything-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115934945305287047</id><published>2006-09-27T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what up girl? why'd she have to take my freaked up spot?! like. i mean. doesnt she have to be stressed somewhere else? always "aw i got tuition everyday. worse than you" blah blah blah. now she's taken MY spot just cuz she doesnt like me? fuck up. too bad i aint goin' without a fight. i mean, hello? her type is SUPERFICIAL, HYPOCRITICAL crappy obedient acting, damnit. why the heck is LSC so dumb to think she's really guai kia? urgh. she wants to be in council? that takes a lotta time ohkays. she's the supposed 'guai kia' with &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; influence on people while i'm the popular not so good one. she's going down. real down. so low.. and she'll never know it's me.. in conclusion. fuck off victoria lim. fuck off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i went to 'study' today. in victoria a's place. not the sluty, bitchy, whorish asshole, dude. the nice one. we played. =p yea. 'study'.. hah. i havent started. god. i may so drop to NA.. wth. i'm so pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sorry, people. not been blogging long ones. dont care. far too pissed. toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the penguin. cold. icy. numb. thats how i feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="&lt;a href=" type="text/javascript" b="bWM9cGVuZ3Vpbi5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ODE5OTkxJmNuPXplIHBlbmd1aW4mYW49a2ltbWF5ZQ"&gt;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9cGVuZ3Vpbi5zd2YmY2xyPTB4ODE5OTkxJmNuPXplIHBlbmd1aW4mYW49a2ltbWF5ZQ&lt;/a&gt;=="&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;adopt&lt;/a&gt; your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115934945305287047?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115934945305287047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115934945305287047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115934945305287047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115934945305287047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-up-girl-whyd-she-have-to-take-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115926446357603379</id><published>2006-09-26T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i came home early today. woo. and. i took a picture of MH's ASS!! his pant's brand's emilee valentino or somethin something. i deleted it,aint perverted kays. well. it wasn't intentional on taking his ass. just. happened to. well. DUH. that was fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;urgh. i totally wanna be left alone. breathe kimmy, breathe. ohkay..  well. i received a VERY flattering comment from a classmate's sister's fren. god she's so kind. =D since she doesnt come to my blog, i just blogged that. dang it's getting to my head!!! haha. i aint gonna tell you no nothing, dudes. (: hehe.. no clues either. but it's got me all high right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm getting over him. i will. i must. to be strong for my friends and whatever crap they face, i'll be there. ah well. or maybe i can just take the easy way out and PRETEND. i love the meaning and everything, it means so much, ya know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i'm getting so pissed with a whole lotta people. i can proudly announce that WE ARE GONNA GET YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID, BITCH. all of us!! ya goin down. and i pride myself in doin the best i can to tear people down. just like the way we're gonna do to you. be scared. be very scared. fear for everything. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;haha that was fun just saying that. crazy today. hyper, shouting, dancing and everything. i kept giving benjamin junk, saying there's a message written by me for him to decipher. he's so naiive and gullible! and he's really nice to talk too too. (double too's, yeah?) i dont like him. stop tripping, yo. fren like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;omg my grand momma's talking to herself. creepy? yup. my neighbour just died.. aw thats totally freaking me out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115926446357603379?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115926446357603379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115926446357603379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115926446357603379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115926446357603379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-came-home-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115918109535927262</id><published>2006-09-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today was totally sucky. number one. i totally flucked my chinese test real bad. second. the dude still hates me. i'm SORRY ohkay. it's my fault and i freaked up know it. third.. my frens are so. UGH. i know she'll see this. but FISH IT, dudes. so i'm pissed. duh. i have every right to be, dont i? i got involved in some sucked up crap and now some freak totally blames me. GREAT. oh and the worst part. my mom. fucked up bitch. gawd that woman cares about the smallest shit. my uniform? fish la. socks also. bag also. WTF?! urgh. she hit my head with the fucked up umbrella and followed me to the MRT station kays.. totally screamed at me and everything. embarassing much? DUH. pig face!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sorry i'm really really pissed. totally pissed. no mood to blog. yeahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;except. john tucker must die is really nice. (= well. fine. didnt watch the WHOLE movie. silly stacia's bro had to call ehr over and over again she thought her momma was home so we exited. -_-"  her bro. god i'm killing him. ass.  whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115918109535927262?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115918109535927262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115918109535927262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115918109535927262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115918109535927262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-totally-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115909221598371636</id><published>2006-09-24T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Come with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just say the words but boy it don't feel right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do ya expect me to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take my hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you say you've changed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because to you it's just a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just a little too late)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me go now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause time has made me strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to move on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna say this now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your chance has come and gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah yeaaahhh... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mhmmm &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was young &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it wasn't enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you wanna communicate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go find someone else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And letting you go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm loving myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a problem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't come asking me for help &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you know... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can love with all of my heart, baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I have so much to give &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have so much to give) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a player like you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have a prayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way to live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohhhh... mmm nooo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeaahhhh... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's just too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's all true. the lyrics, i mean. *sigh sigh* gonna be a short post again. no mood. well, not much, anyways. hmm. ohkay. now? positively no mood to blog. tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P:S- YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LET GIRLS WIN, DWEEB. stupid insensitive jerk, much? totally!! UGH. why can;t you just let me live? always bugging me day and night. expecting me to treat you like god. well. you're NOT, newsflash!! this is the kabillionth time i'm blogging about you so why dont you just get lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115909221598371636?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115909221598371636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115909221598371636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115909221598371636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115909221598371636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/come-with-me-stay-night-just-say-words.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115892104810949461</id><published>2006-09-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;phuwee.. i went for detention today. duh. i was late. ohkay. quite fun. played. (= fell asleep. smsed. ate. whatever. i sat there and talked to debra, abigail and annabelle. they're actually quite nice. misundersttod, yup. especially debra. she's quite nice ya'know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;as always, hung with cher and hin wen. crazy. like usual. fun. totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;aint blogging no mroe. i'm changing my blogskin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115892104810949461?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115892104810949461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115892104810949461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115892104810949461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115892104810949461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/phuwee.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115883280972640152</id><published>2006-09-21T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you tore my heart open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;never sewed it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you claim you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;nothing was done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to prove you cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you toyed with my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;didnt care how i felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you never asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;how much i loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you made me live like a puppet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;only when you moved my strings could i move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;look like such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;why couldnt you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;told me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;my weakness is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that i trusted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today was alright, i guess. class was fine. i sat next to christabel and became more.. pyscho then i usually was. i was so damn bold and confident. i felt nothing could get me down. and true enough, nothing did. she even commented how she never saw me so happy before. (= plus i saw matthew close up!! *screams* that dude is freaked up cute, hot and handsome!! urgh!! i love today. i was so dam confident i volounteered to speak infront of the whole class for oral. -_-" lols. christabel asked if i was an attention seeker. the answer is a big NO. i bathe in attention. i so wanna sit with her again. fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and the time i spent with hinny wenny was fun too. =D although i had ta wait for 30 min alone for her? all i did was pack my locker, which is totally the first time in 4 years ohkays. so weird. ^_^ least i found my literature book and calculator. and my locker's much neater. haha.. totally famished when i met her. i ate a fillet o' fish, fries, (some of hers and mine) and a coke. oh, and a nugget. she had stomach pain. poor dudette.. we walked around j8 for quite some time and finally decided to go take neos. ;) been such a long time since i took em. turned out all right. just that i look a lil bit retarded. XD like. ugh. at least i know it too. i may be going to the same tuition centre she goes to too! coolness, yeah? kim &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;speaking of tution..i have tuition today. 2 more lessons for the entire freaked up year!! woopee!! so dang happy about it!! akakakaakakaka. i'm psycho now too. i cant wait for the hols! i'm gonna study for some time. anyone wanna come along? the more the merrier.. and i totally needa get all of my books outta the locker. nah. wait. SOME of my books. cuz if you see me carrying more then 3 books, you must be hallucinating. i, kimberly, do not and does not carry more than 3 school books at one go. get that freaked up straight. who am i kiddin? even if i bring stuff out, there will be a few books left anyways. i'm gonna go 30 min late. wakakakakaka. which just leaves 1 hour left. lols? that dude totally hates me. but do i care? nooooooo.. i prolly wont see him anymore after this year. thankfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i kinda feel sad for DE. he loves her so much. yet. she knows it.. but doesnt feel the same way about him. he's nice and all, why wouldnt cha like him, eh? so, girl. why dont cha think about it and maybe, give him a second chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115883280972640152?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115883280972640152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115883280972640152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115883280972640152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115883280972640152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-tore-my-heart-open-never-sewed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115874542837821843</id><published>2006-09-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever you're close to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel a trembling inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you approached me that day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly I feel so high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't want to leave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not worthy of this higher &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being in the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm truly holy but n-now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Confined to this ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invisible life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever the rush recedes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My reality melts away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning on the TV screen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It appears were all ok &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't want to leave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not worthy of this higher &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being in the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm truly holy but n-now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Confined to this ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can hear this humble silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creep into my house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it feels like coming home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't go this time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm taking my own chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find truth between the lies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's kinda like just what it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I gotta try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I can hear this humble silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creep into my house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it feels like coming home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't go this time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm not worthy of this higher &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being in the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm truly holy but n-now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Confined to this ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can hear this humble silence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creep into my house &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kno it feels like coming home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't go this time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invisible life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg!! he lives in toa payoh!! OMG OMG OMG OMG!! like one or two stops away from me!! i'm SO STALKIN him!! (= happiest day of my life!! wooopeeeeee!! i'm invinsible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115874542837821843?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115874542837821843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115874542837821843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115874542837821843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115874542837821843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whenever-youre-close-to-me-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115874325688917726</id><published>2006-09-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's the first time i ever came home so early in my ENTIRE life kays. 3.10 pm. on a school day. woowees. surprise surprise. i'm shocked myself. i wonder why i'm so.. well, guai now. weirdness!! whats wrong with me? not that i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you took my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and brought a smile to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and walked with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you made me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i could do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you took away all my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i felt i was on top of the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you said you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i said i did too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but if you really meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm terribly confused. terribly unhappy. i'm surrounded by a haze. fooled by deception and lies. i wanna curl up and hide in a bubble. dont want the world to see me. i cant get over him. he's stuck in my head. his voice.. his looks.. everything. what he says (but nothing to me) are so.. it's totally undescribable.. too good for words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115874325688917726?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115874325688917726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115874325688917726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115874325688917726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115874325688917726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-first-time-i-ever-came-home-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115866629602867413</id><published>2006-09-19T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to blog a really long post. but i pressed the off button on my computer. and it got switched off. i hadnt saved it yet. so. short one now. i had a really good day today. full of smiles and everything. cept the chinese oral. i was so dang nervous i was shaking and stammering.. went ohkay. if you exclude it all. the stammering and shaking, lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;had maths. science. literature. art. english. geography. fun. i totally slept in science lesson. i kept getting woken up by the 2 dudes standing at the door. eugene and ragu. they were talking so dam loud. and, of course, ms lao. (or watever its spelled. cant be bothered to care) my head, on the table. face down. chewing bubble gum. listening to songs. lols. in maths class, i was reading the mediator. the book that i lost and had to pay for but eventually found. urgh! art was totally the best. matthew hong is the cutest, hottest and handsomest!! (= i got something of his. aint telling. hehe. hmm. my geo was really bad. 2 over 25. -_-" worst mark ever. english? did oral practises i think. cant remember.. we had a new literature teacher. think she's totally pissed with my class. we so dang noisy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i actually studied today. miracle. broke record.. like a lot less than an hour. with ashley and wan yee.we bought snacks and i took notes. after that, i went with hin wen and cher to j8. thats when we found something matthew hong (the hot cute handsome dude) has. omg we were so screamin like crazeeey!! he's ARGH. i have to say, better then zac efron. but still. ZE is hotness!! someone remind me to change pw. so many people keep asking me for it. annoyance much. toodals. (try saying it, it sounds funny! lols =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;if i said i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;would you say you love me more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;because if you said so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart would soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you really did say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;and not because you were told to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's because i really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;you said those words of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;we were both quite happy for quite a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;walking with an extra bounce in our steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;but then you said you were leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;with that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;everything ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;written by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hin wen. &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/26380276-115866629602867413?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115866629602867413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115866629602867413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115866629602867413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115866629602867413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wanted-to-blog-really-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115857659494341645</id><published>2006-09-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa. it's been quite some time since i last blogged, yeah? ohkay fine. i last blogged like 4 days ago. it aint that long for others, but. well. for me, it's weird not to blog at least once every day. yups i'm weird. (= and happy to be too! guess i'll start blogging from friday.. cuz thats when i think i didnt blog... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. lets see. friday. erms. drama. oh yes!! drama! (= we got our drama tees.. (for the rest of us that shimmie didnt give.) i really wonder what that girl's prob is. we order S she gives ALL OF US an M. wtf? urgh. so we're all stuck with an M size. we're practically swimming in it.. you might ask why we dont exchange. number one, we cant. and if we really want the size we ordered, mr koh will hafta pay. like, it aint his fault, why make him pay? so. us good people (some only actually) made do with what we had. aint that sweet of us? (= haha whatever. we did gender bending. it's harder than it looks. seriously. even shimmie didnt do that well. althoigh she was pretty good.. as a girl. it aint obvious that she's playing a boy. i didnt do that well either... school. i cant remember. oh yeah!! LSC didnt come. that was like the BEST thing to happen in the whole year in school ohkay? fantastic. we played like idiots. ahah we had a hell lotta fun. ^_^ for eng, a new guy reliefed us. too bad it wasnt matthew hong. man that guy knows he's cute and hot and everything. us girls are totally gushing about him. well, hey. aint often to see a cute teacher kays. thus, this type of reaction. i went for swimming after drama. and going to mac. haha i was late by 30 min. i missed like half the lesson. the dude was so pissed with me.. XD lols. my bad. i cheated. i didnt swim 30 laps. and i missed the training for the gold star. we're training for the endurance swimming and gold star at the same time. (= and. alvin is the chiongster. i can beat him in short distance, but long distance? lose to him by A LOT kays.. and!! i got my lifesaving 3 cert!! YAY!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. saturday. saw my dad. dont wish to say anything. nothing much anyways. he just wastes my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday... i went to church. my faith in god is dying. i no longer think the way i used to. i find it a chore to go church. during worship time, i just stand there like a block of wood. heh.. so well. after church. went to city hall. ate at this crepe place called out of the pan. i like it! (= oh and for dessert. which was so the best part of the meal, i had choco mania. it's chocolate crepe and its wrapped on a super ripe and sweet banana. there's banana cream and choco sauce and icing sugar. oh! and choco ice cream! omg it was FANTASTIC. ah couldnt stop eating!! too good ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. which is today, btw. LSC came. unfortunately. wells. i'm working on this compo and i plan to get at least 25. the idea is totally different from others and everything. duh. aint no stereotype like everyone else. the dude for d&amp;t didnt come. we had 3 periods of fun!! wahahs. played. yakked. whatever. so dang fun!! i didnt go to paragon and get my bag with cher like planned. i figured something really important. if i bring a bag home, (obviously my sis will see cuz she's sitting outside my room. literally. and she'll tell my mom.) my mom will know i went out. she told me to think about how i use the money. urgh. like it's hers anyways. and i aint supposed to go out after sku for that long.. obviously she doesnt know. and if i haf a new bag and dont use it, i'll be killing myself, ya know. so, instead, i went out with stacia, xy and christabel. we had bento with curry for lunch. haha we take away and sat at the open space and ate. XD lolz the for of us sitting in a row and eating. it's funny in a way... crapped for a few hours. we went to the library and played hide&amp;amp;seek. shauna, how teng and another gal joined in. 6 of us running around the library ad everything, funny too. =D xy's les partner is how teng, btw. we're teasing, kays. fun fun fun.. oh man. have chinese oral tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many CIPs for drama. love it. (= and drama performances too. looking forward to such stuff. haha i dont now why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i remember when&lt;br /&gt;you came with me that night&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd never&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd never&lt;br /&gt;let me go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am again&lt;br /&gt;sittin alone ta-night&lt;br /&gt;and i remember&lt;br /&gt;and i remember&lt;br /&gt;what you said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had the chance&lt;br /&gt;to be with you again&lt;br /&gt;like we used to&lt;br /&gt;like we used to&lt;br /&gt;you and me..&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/26380276-115857659494341645?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115857659494341645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115857659494341645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115857659494341645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115857659494341645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115822481944340167</id><published>2006-09-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont know what i should blog about. man vanessa can shake her ass! seriously. dang. hot. go to youtube and search under sexyback zac efron. ooh. and. today? test day. science, maths, music, geography. urgh. 4 in a day?! crazy fools.. haha i cant stop watching the video. (= zac efron is *screams* all that! wahahs. mad. i know and agree. ah wellsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=FuAM9Cl1Vt0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to go with stacia and xue xue to detention, but the dude was gonna take attendance, so i left. i went home early today. reached around 3 plus. close to 4. first time in a long time. so. blogging now. stacia wants my blog password. wonder why. i keep saying later till she's pissed with me. XD better go look at my previous posts. i'm gonna change password soon kays? sorry guys. my bad again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so. well. bye. i guess that's all i gotta blog. toodles! (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115822481944340167?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115822481944340167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115822481944340167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115822481944340167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115822481944340167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-what-i-should-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115815301178998670</id><published>2006-09-13T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll start blogging from yesterday. tuesday-school has been..'&lt;em&gt;ohkay' &lt;/em&gt;for me. com class is just as boring.. and its so getting on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've been so busy the past few days... coming home close to 8 everyday. and it's only the first week of school since the hols!! hello? what happened to "the first week after your school hols will be the most lac de."? hmm? where? ah well. back to the com course shit. conclusion? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and is a total waste of time!! my social life has gone down the drain, ohkay.. and its preventing me from getting my new bag!! sadness!! i'll get it next monday though.. (= oh. and. my air con's fixed!! woopeeeee!!! wahahs!! it was pure tortue without it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wed-haiix. there ain't no more drama for the resta the year due to exams which are in 2 and a half weeks!! URGH!! reeks of crap!! so. well. there wasn't any assembly today, so freaked up LSC had form teachers period, unfortunately. she took ONE WHOLE period just to talk about the newsletter from the principal. -_-" ugh. waste of time. oh and. of course. checking of socks and all. she's SO annoying!! d'oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously needa pull up my socks. yes, my mom saw my report book. she FORCED and DEMANDED me ohkays!! and well, my grades have slipped. real fast.. and a lot. haiix.. finally. the last day of the com course, which i skipped. (= wahahs. duh. it aint useful.. all i'm doin is play computer and chat when the dude aint looking.. like that helps at all. i had a real fun day with hin wen and cherilyn. =D we totally gelled like usual. so much catching up to do! it felt like forever since we did that. and it's only been one week! we didnt meet at all. too busy playing and slacking. ^_^ i cant wait for my new bag!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;like many others, my heart's been crushed. broken. torn. and i didnt even go out with him. i dont think he even knows i exist.. i realised after a really troubling time that it aint possible between us.. so much thinking. so much.. heartache. yup, i havent told anybody who i like yet. and hin wen, the time i tagged on your tagboard that i needa tell you something, thats the time i was gonna tell someone. but. i guess i didnt. thats the time i like him and all.. i'm totally crushed... argh. i find it so freaking hard to smile.. but i'm forced to, as usual. well duh. i gotta do this so you guys dont ask whats wrong. cuz i wont say even when you ask me;i never have. then you guys will say i'm bad and everything. so ya see why? and news for my frens..i've never told anyone who i really and tuely like. everytime i say someoe, it's someone else. yes, i lied. i'm sorry. its not that i dont trust you guys or anything, thats just the way i am. sorry again..least i'm telling ya'll now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i long for the day i can finally get over you 100%.. when we're playing truth or dare.. and somebody asks me who i like.. and i can finally say "nobody".. that'll be the day. sisters before misters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he broke my heart. tore it to pieces. then he fed it to the lions. but i still &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why i'm like that after the hols.. i normally dont feel like this.. this.. bad till i feel like crying 24/7. ugh. i hate this feeling. you may not see me anytime soon.. dont know where i may be. i'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115815301178998670?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815301178998670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115815301178998670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115815301178998670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115815301178998670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-start-blogging-from-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115798121808957801</id><published>2006-09-11T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! i can get my darling already! muahaha!! i dont know how long i've waited to say it!! wahahs i'm uber crazy now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so. well. school's started. urgh. so hate it. but today's lessons weren't that bad. to begin with, their were hardly any. (= only had like.. 10 min of chinese. then chapel.. for eng, all she yakked about was nonsensical stuff which ain't as boring as hearing her talk. d&amp;t was quite fun.  =D damned stacia bribed me to help her file her workpiece. argh. so much hard work. what do i get in return? 2 bucks and she'll send me 3 HSM songs!! *SCREAMS* we played during those 3 lessons. as in. slack. play. whatever you call it. but we were making a lot of noise, thats for sure.. lols.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cant get used to the fact that we have to wake up so much earlier now. i mean, it's only been a week.. and throughout, all i've done is eat, sleep, play (a LOT), use the toilet.. thats it. and waking up pretty late. i felt tired the whole day.. )= so many things have happened- my f-ed up air con's spoilt due to a broken compressor, i get a crumpler, msn's unusable, my report book's caused too much drama, i have a computer course from this mon to this wed, i'm getting a whole lotta new stuff, i have a lit proj due tomorrow but i havent even started. XD tons of HW still havent touched. class tests coming along. MANY of them. exams are in like. how many weeks? 3? 4? 5? i dont know. well i should. soon. if i dont wanna drop to normal, which i dont, by the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115798121808957801?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115798121808957801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115798121808957801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115798121808957801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115798121808957801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-i-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115768048268434533</id><published>2006-09-07T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The term "déjà vu" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="French language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_language"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for "already seen", also called paramnesia) describes the experience of feeling that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jay-Z:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Beyonce:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's go get 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jay-Z:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jay-Z Rap]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to run base like Juan Pierre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I run the bass hi hat and the snare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I bag B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;([Beyonce:] Boy you hurtin' that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The audacity to have me whippin curtains back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and B, she about to sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby seems like everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I goI see you, from your eyes, your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like I breathe you, helplessy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reminisce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want to compare nobody to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pre-Hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, I try to catch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sexiness is so appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing things that I know can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I dreaming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I saw you walking past me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost called your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a better glimpse and then I looked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like I'm losing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pre-hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to catch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sexiness is so appealingI can't let it go, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jay-Z]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hova's flow so unusual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, girl you should already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's H-O, light up the strobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce, flow, blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One, you take in vein while the other you sniffin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's still dough, po-po try to convict him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's a no-go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dough keep the scales tippin like 4-4's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blow, wind so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicago of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is he the best ever, that's the argu-a-ment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't make the list, don't be mad at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just make the hits, like a factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just one-to-one, nothin' after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No Deja Vu, just me and my, Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't go anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without thinking that you're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like you're everywhere, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta be having Deja Vu'Cause in my mind I want you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get on the next plane,  don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it because I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I'm having Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pre-hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, I try to catch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your sexiness is so appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Hook]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that I can't get over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause everything I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want no substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I swear it's Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's deja vu, baby. deja vu. oh oh. it's over? the song's over? wahahs. i love this song. makes me wanna dance like crazy. (= so. well. last night, my sis and i went to fish&amp;co for dinner. along the way, we thought of a rhyme. mommy=money. yup yup. so we met her for dinner. (= (guess who pays?) oh my gosh. the food was excellent. i ate like a glutton!! =D i had the baked salmon with this herby bottom and (the best) creamy mushroom sauce.  oh my gawd. it was FANTASTIC. argh. my mom and sis ate the seafood platter for 2. i took from them too. :) let's just say i was really hungry then ohkay? so well. we ate.. i had a creme brulee for dessert. the custard was perfect. although i must say the caramalized sugar was a lil bitter instead of sweet.. -_-"  but only a teeny tiny bit. my sis had the ice bomber. ice cream cake. wow too. but i prefer mine. haha. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh it's friday already. dreading going to school. like i said, homework? counted in final year exam. heh. means i so gotta do this. if not i'm failing like a failing person. lols. time flies. haiix. so not looking forward to goin back to that dump.. ah wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ashley's tryna make me go for the outing today. not gonna happen. (= sorry, girl. anything but this, ohkay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115768048268434533?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115768048268434533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115768048268434533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115768048268434533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115768048268434533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/term-dj-vu-french-for-already-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115760933012962699</id><published>2006-09-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;library book problem solved. =D i paid 22.32 for the damn thing. not that much.. XD urgh. i'm 25 bucks poorer. silly xy took the dang change! great. yet another broke month. of course, adding the charges of my phone bill. which i don't really wanna know how much plus i gotta add. ah well. serves me right! (= actually i kinda like being broke. i dont know why. just like poof and &lt;em&gt;bam! &lt;/em&gt;i like it. obviously it wont be for long. just a lil while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i so love xue ying and val!! i went to pay for the f-ed up lost library book with xue xue. talked about the 'beauty'. victoria lim. quite a few people have told me to compile the list of 52 things we hate about victoria lim pei ru. I’ve already thought of 28. you guys should see it soon. Maybe next week, when I’m not that busy. well. duh. i don’t really like her. infact, i don’t. sheesh. cool it, yo. i just don’t like her. not such a big deal ohkay? i was thinking of compiling one for the beast. but then. i was all. pity her. getting kicked out of her own group by the ‘beauty’ and all. oh and losing her bestie to the ‘beauty’. also having her brainwashed by the hypocritical sluty bitch.. so, I guess I wont. but. like. she coulda done something to keep xy by her side, no? like talk to her on the phone so vic cant talk to her, right? and ask her to follow her when she sees the ‘beauty’ coming along. Or maybe she coulda thought that maybe.. xy wasn’t that close to her, that’s why she could be brainwashed by someone as boring as victoria, the 'beauty'. since she didn’t, she’s just as dumb. but. actually she hant lost her to the 'beauty' totally. xy's not that close to the bitch no more. hah. now ya’ll know why I don hang with these girls no more? so. well. back to my ‘story’. urr. erm. oh yeah. after paying for that crappy thing (which so cheats people’s money..) we walked around and yakked a lot. we went to my house, saw my kitty cat, walked to the bubbletea shop. I had the mango yoghurt pudding thingy and it rocked. xy had the green apple ice blended which was so ughy. we yakked so so so much. it’s been a while since I had such a heart to heart talk to that dear girl. even when we were at the bus stop, yak! so many people were starin at us coz we were lmao-ing all the time.. I seriously love that girl. cept when she starts asking why just to piss me off. (don’t cha dare try that on me, yo.) &lt;hahah)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. to valerie now. go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sleepyzx.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://sleepyzx.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and read what that clever girl tagged. man zhen xiang is one hated guy. hah serves that freak right. i HAVE to make his blog my homepage. seriously. then i can cut all the hassle of insulting him and being all sarcastic and clever. (his eng sucks so i make fun of him and use more chim words than the ones in his entire vocab. =D) oh. now why i love valerie. she so insulted him too! and i was gonna tag that! then i read what she tagged. sisters! exactly alike!! muacks, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something else i'd like to blog. hmmm can't put my finger on it yet..ah wells. i will when i think of it.. ooh ooh. i know! note to self: report book? not signed. homework: not even attempted. not even looked at. dont even know what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. and. everyone in 1 joy. there's a gathering for our class on friday. meet at 1pm at the bus interchange. at the bus stop there. our class councillors will be there too! hope ya'll will come! i aint going. i dont want to. i dont intend to. dont ask.&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/26380276-115760933012962699?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115760933012962699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115760933012962699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115760933012962699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115760933012962699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/library-book-problem-solved.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115759622831247971</id><published>2006-09-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***The Keys to Your Heart***&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your Hair Should Be Pink***&lt;br /&gt;Hyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are Hot***&lt;br /&gt;You flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your Birthdate: May 10***&lt;br /&gt;Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your ability to gain respect&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Caring too much what others think&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Orange-red&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Letter X&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are Sunshine***&lt;br /&gt;Soothing and calmYou are often held up by others as the idealBut too much of you, and they'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are An ENFP***&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***What Your Underwear Says About You***&lt;br /&gt;You like to think of yourself as innocent, even though you're not! ( i so totally agree! =D)&lt;br /&gt;You're sexy, in that pinup girl, tease sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are a Bunny Pop***&lt;br /&gt;It takes a whole lot more than three licks to get to your center. You cheeky bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***You Are 15 Years Old***&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Hips&lt;/a&gt; Don't Lie by Shakira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on tonightYou know my hips don't lieAnd I'm starting to feel it's rightAll the attraction, the tensionDon't you see baby, this is perfection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Your Linguistic Profile:***&lt;br /&gt;60% General American English&lt;br /&gt;20% Yankee&lt;br /&gt;15% Dixie&lt;br /&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha! so many tests, more coming up! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115759622831247971?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115759622831247971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115759622831247971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115759622831247971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115759622831247971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115750729540145293</id><published>2006-09-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gawd he's pathetic. tsk tsk. doesn't even know the rules. well, guess you could call em rules. they are regulations. and it should respect people's originality, their privacy.. everything! thats down right disrespectful and all.. oh crap. i shouldn't talk about complete losers here. it's too painful for others. hah. i shall spare ya'll the heartache of reading this at all. sorry zx, no paparazzi coming after ya afterall. too bad, sucker. eat my dust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i said, enough said about that freak. hmmm. i have a whole ton of homework which i ain't planning to do, a lit proj, a girl who keeps asking me if we're going out when i already said NO. (she ain't a lesbian, just real despo for being cool and getting to know more people. that's where i come in. ) so, well, yeah. oh oh! and another thing. somebody hounding me to return a stupid library book. urgh. for the past few days. it's freaking annoying! sheesh just tell the f-ed up freak i lost the damned thing. who cares anyways? it's a silly book. not that nice anyways. who'd care? my mom's ALSO hounding me for my freaking report book.. i guess that's all that's been happening in my life. pretty boring. and i can't go out. X_X how shity. heh. a holiday? get your facts right, pig. it aint a holiday unless i can go out. and without any homework or projects, anything given. oh! and we're not expected to study. now that's called a holiday. seriously. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm kinda bored cuz there ain't much happening in my life now, thus affecting my blogging. so i'll just blog about crap and why i hate zx. nah. maybe not. i'm hungry.. hmmm.. roti prata! bye ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but. one last thing. FARK libraries! they cheat people's money! i have an ass-ed up fee and fine of 49 bucks!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115750729540145293?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115750729540145293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115750729540145293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115750729540145293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115750729540145293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/gawd-hes-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115743345524895711</id><published>2006-09-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's sad that steve passed away. many many people in my address book have the turtle thingy. nicole says there'll be a virus on your msn later. don't really wanna take any chances whatsoever, so.. bye turtle! like i was typing, everyone's commerating his death. it's really cool and all..but the 'sadness cloud' has not been lifted. for me, i mean. it's still there. maybe i should describe it as a fog or something else instead. it's getting thicker, suffocating the one it surrounds. me in this case. it's really.. depressing. urgh. and seeing all the turtles, makes me wanna cry more. )= people show it, they dont talk about it. his death. him. anything. nothing at all. it's like they don't want to remember him at all. like.. they're just showing the stupid turtle cuz everyone else is. they dont seem to recognise the meanin why you put the turtle.. and yeah. there IS a meaning why you put it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp43NSELwqQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp43NSELwqQ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt; tata young. el nin yo. hotness!! pure hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;haha it's so fun to insult someone. go check it out! his tagboard, i mean. &lt;a href="http://sleepyzx.blogspot.com"&gt;http://sleepyzx.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; urgh. i mean. hello? which idiot would have such a ridiculous blog url? and. only idiots wouldnt know how to change blogskin. (sheesh all ya gotta do is go to blogskins.com, choose a blogskin that you like and change the template on your blog, duh.) he doesnt even know how to do that! oh. and tagboard? omg. just go blogger and type in tagboard can lor. where got such stupid freaks? pure disgrace to the human race, thats what i'd say. complete buffoons who are just tryna fit in and be cool. well, i'm sorry. you dont. not even close. so far, infact. you've got yoursef further away from cool. now people hate ya. including me. i'm sorry joyce, i know you didnt know either for the blogskins and tagboard thing. but since you're on his side, i might as well drag ya in. i helped you, i told you not to help anyone, and you did. too bad, girlie. ya goin down. not too much, seein your b'day's on the 6th and you're kinda like a good fren. so, not too down. but to you, ang zhen xiang, i'll make your world a bloody hell. i hate you more then ashwiin now. woohoo. as you can tell, i'm furious. boiling. i'm feeling all high and devilish now. look out. and i'm in a whole new world of sarcasm. beat it, can it and run it, pip squeak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115743345524895711?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115743345524895711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115743345524895711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115743345524895711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115743345524895711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyones-sad-that-steve-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115741921109528371</id><published>2006-09-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm a lil slow. i know. i just found out steve irwin died yesterday. i don't exactly like watching animal planet and all but whenever his show's are on, i'd definetely watch em. strangely, i feel really really sad. i don't know why or for who. he.. died because of a stingray? i always thought his death would be a 'glorified one', caused by something REALLY big and strong and whatever.. a stingray? shit. i'm gonna cry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you kinda feel this sense of.. sadness wrapped around you once you know steve's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can't believe i found out about his death through jared's msn nick. how oblivious to news can i get? he contributed so much to wildlife and helped em so much.. he had to die. on the 4th of september. at 44. he could have been able to do so much more.. he coulda brought more smiles. he coulda have watched his children grow into their teen years. watch em graduate. get married. have kids. but. he left his family behind.. god. i should stop crying. i mean, it's not like i knew the guy or anything. it's kinda hard to stop now anyways.. )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;damn i can't believe he died!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!  ohkay kim. stop talking about steve irwin and his death... breathee.. wait. before i stop, is it just me? the croc hunter is DEAD. any response or anything? the one who's able to those crazy dangerous stuff with animals. he's dead now.. he was gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;his death made me realise. anyone can go at any time. any place. it could be you, oh dear reader. it could be a freak car accident. it could be on the 17th of september. posibbilities. remote, you say? how'd cha relate remote steve's death, huh? this guy is a pro with animals, a'right? what makes you think you won't die in any way, eh? not that i'm would or anything. i'm just tryna state the fact that.. life is freaking precious. and kim? stop having suicidal thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115741921109528371?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115741921109528371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115741921109528371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115741921109528371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115741921109528371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-lil-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115733283156556871</id><published>2006-09-03T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hmmm, i'm wondering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how i should blog this post.. i wonder why. it ain't exactly the first time i'm wondering why or anything.. it's just.. wait. holdup! WHAT?! ah wellzies. i wonder what i'm actually saying.. O.o gosh i'm weird.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NB aquathlon was.. tiring. really realllllyyyy draining. i slept for 3 and a half hours after it! and guess who was my unwanted alarm clock? hmm. my sis! singing tokyo drift in my ear! neways, the 750m swim? i let myself down.. =( the waves and the currents are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woooooooooooshhhhhhh!&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;singapore sea, they were STRONG. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i'm surprised i'd say this.. the swim alone exhausted me. much less talk about the run. i think my timing was pretty slow.. i saw like MANY really athletic looking girls and guys. i was like *jaw drop* hahas. but i emerged from that scathing experience a fitter girl with even more open sea experience. (= lols. that'll be useful for my lifesaving. ooh and. swimming in a pool? EASY. swimming in desaru? TAKE A PLANE, DONT SWIM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;hah my mom's chasing me for my report book for quite some time. XD diaos. i wish my sis had her report book now. then we'd both be in deep shit. not only me, unlike the present situation now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;after so many days i'm still with this freakin cold. URGH! it's annoying.. oh and the internet connection? don't get me started.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;she let the girls and the boys lead her away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115733283156556871?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115733283156556871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115733283156556871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115733283156556871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115733283156556871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmm-im-wondering-how-i-should-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115709409957721816</id><published>2006-08-31T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have AN AQUATHLON &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *faints* argh. it's crazeeyyyyy! i just barely recovered and i have a freaking important competition?! ohkay. hold up. i haven't FULLY recovered, remember? still have a sore throat. and still feel really tired. damn damn damn. and $70 plus was paid for membership and everything! wtf?! if i don't do well.. ahhaaaaa!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;great. my sister is singing again. -_-" i shall counter it with the WAITT dance! we're all in this together, idiot. (it so reigns) ah wellzy. wahahs. i'm dancing like never before! i'm on my feet typing these few sentences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm being fed juices and shakes one after another for tomorrow's competition. there's this protein shake which tastes quite alright. ah. i'll go through all the stuff.. hmm let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-champion chip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-security wrist tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-competition numbers (mine's 361&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-body marking pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-swim cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-batteries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-a h20 packet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-a sportmag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-emergency kit- healing gel for irritated skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-deep heating rub for muscles aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i have a GIGANTIC   -_______________-" for some of them... i should stop blogging about this aquathlon. seriously. it's getting me nervous!!  BREATHEEEEEEEE!!!!! ooh ooh! ?HSM! i should go watch it to chill or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115709409957721816?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115709409957721816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115709409957721816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115709409957721816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115709409957721816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-aquathlon-tomorrow-faints-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115707405691971923</id><published>2006-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSS!!!! holidays!!!!!! ahahahahahahaha!!! *mad laughter continues for another 20 seconds* hah ohkay. that's enough. ahh. holidays. so much to do. i just dont understand the concept. it's called HOLIDAYS right? then why are we expected to study, do homework and stuff? heeee-llloooooo? i checked it up in wikipedia (dont ask why there.) and this is what it says about holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The word holiday has related but different meanings in English-speaking countries. Based on the words &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Holy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Day" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, holidays originally represented &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Holy days" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_days"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special religious days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. The word has evolved in general usage to mean any special day of rest (as opposed to regular days of rest such as the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Weekend" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weekend"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. ya see that? yet teachers still give PILES of homework. not like i'll do anyway. you're just kind of like.. what? holiday? more like 'i still gotta do work only difference? i dont have to go to jail. (School, in this case.) and i can stay at home.' ugh. then say so! dont call it holiday. keep giving us work and all.. complete buffoons. dont know the meaning of holiday. they're totally lying to small lil kids running around in their nappies. hah crap. thats what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i have a REALLY overdue book. since before the june holidays. -_-" erms? ah welzy. reason why i'm blogging so early? hmm let's see. my mom woke me up 4 times today. keep reminding me to sell the newspapers cuz they're piling up. (yea it's true. i had to make 7 trips back and forth to get all of them to the front porch. from the yard..) and i'm not that weak. i've been training for the aquathlon, remember? OH SHIT. the aquathlon is TOMORROW! panic, kim. PANICCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!! wtf am i doin? i should be preparing! (and finding thatoverdue book too. -_-") why am i talking to myself? uhh.. whatever. i should chill first. ahh. chilling with destruction. heeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why guys are all the same. you dont reply them for 30 min and they think you're mean, you dont like them etc. they start smsing ya repeatedly for like 17 seconds. everytime you put your phone down, you get an sms. one thing i do when soemone cant be patient with me, i dont reply. and get bugged by tons of people. sigh. but hello? i was sleeping. you sms me at 8.06 am you expect me to be awake? holidays! SLEEP IN. (unless your mom bugs ya 4 times or more to sell newspapers, thats an exception. obviously she knows my sis will just roll over and continue sleeping, the pig..zzz. lmao) so yea. i dont really bring my phone all around wit me. sometimes i leave it somewhere i dont know. and i cant remember. and. sometimes. even if i know i have a message, i wont read it till later. weird me. haha. i know. so. erm. sheesh. i was sleeping, kuku head! haiix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should seriously start finding that book of mine.. well. not mine, the library's. or they'll start harassing xue ying again. (i borrowed using her card. forced to, actually. by LSC. ass.) ah wellzy. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115707405691971923?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115707405691971923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115707405691971923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115707405691971923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115707405691971923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesssssss-holidays-ahahahahahahaha-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115702021174264834</id><published>2006-08-31T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:20.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Goodies, My Goodies, My Goodies&lt;br /&gt;Not my goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a sick reputation for handlin broads&lt;br /&gt;All I need is me a few seconds or more.&lt;br /&gt;And in my rap&lt;br /&gt;Tell valet to bring my 'Lac&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;So you can put a car right there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the truth&lt;br /&gt;And ain't got nothin' to prove.&lt;br /&gt;An you can ask anybody&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they seen me do it.&lt;br /&gt;Barracades, I run right through 'em&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Throw all the dirt you want it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;You still won't have a pinup in a fabulous room&lt;br /&gt;On her back pickin' out baskets of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you boo)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah freak and Petey love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha You know how I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may look at me and think that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Just a young girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is what I'm lookin' for:&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you want the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;Bet you thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Got you all hot and bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb' cuz I talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for the goodies&lt;br /&gt;Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you drive a Benz&lt;br /&gt;I'm not goin home with you.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get no nookie or the cookies&lt;br /&gt;I'm no rookie.&lt;br /&gt;And still I'm&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, independent&lt;br /&gt;I ain't wit' it so you already know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;You think you're slick&lt;br /&gt;Tryna hit&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not dumb&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bein too dramatic it's just how I gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn hot but so young.&lt;br /&gt;Still got milk on ya tongue&lt;br /&gt;Slow down lil one&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't got it all&lt;br /&gt;Hey shawty&lt;br /&gt;You think you bad but you ain't bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you what bad is.&lt;br /&gt;Bad is when you capable of beatin' the baddest.&lt;br /&gt;I been workin' at it since I came to this planet&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't quite there yet but I'm gettin' better at it.&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact,&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell it to you one mo' again&lt;br /&gt;All I got to do is tell a girl who I am&lt;br /&gt;Ain't naa chick in here dat I can't have&lt;br /&gt;Bada boom bada bam ba bam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're insinuating that I'm hot&lt;br /&gt;But these goodies boy are not&lt;br /&gt;Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't call me later&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want your number.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not changin' stories&lt;br /&gt;Just respect the play I'm callin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you want the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;Bet you thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Got you all hot and bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb' cuz I talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for the goodies&lt;br /&gt;Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you want the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;Bet you thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Got you all hot and bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Mayb' cuz I talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin for the goodies&lt;br /&gt;Keep on lookin' cuz they stay in the jar&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Yeah...Uh...Yeah Uh Uh Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i feel a LITTLE like that now.  ah wells. nice song, no? hols. they're here! woohoo!! wee!! let's all go to the beach! shopping! ice-skating! whatever we can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWD. silly computer keep on disconnecting. well, not my computer. the internet thing. URGH! driving me crazier! oh and msn keeps loging me off. wtf is the eff-ing problem today?! i so needa scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay people. this is the list i promised. about ashwiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 things we all know we hate about ashwiin(from 1 joy,2006) but never dare to acknowledge. oh c'mon. we ALL know you agree. compiled by.. mainly. all those who hate him. (= there ya go, ashwiin. enjoy! this one's for you! let's start! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he's f-ing disgustingly FAT.&lt;br /&gt;2. HORNY.&lt;br /&gt;3. thinks of all the MOST SICK STUFF EVER.&lt;br /&gt;4. purely a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;5. FUGLY!&lt;br /&gt;6. IRRITATING&lt;br /&gt;7. RUMOR-SPREADER&lt;br /&gt;8. STINGY&lt;br /&gt;9. STUCK-UP&lt;br /&gt;10. an ass&lt;br /&gt;11. fish lipped&lt;br /&gt;12. sissy&lt;br /&gt;13. nerdy&lt;br /&gt;14. a suck-up&lt;br /&gt;15. complete hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;16. backstabber&lt;br /&gt;17. liar. (fine. i know i lie too. guilty as charged. FINE. get on to ashwiin lah.)&lt;br /&gt;18. fat leg                      &lt;br /&gt;19. small shoe.&lt;br /&gt;( improportionate body parts.)&lt;br /&gt;20. gross&lt;br /&gt;21. IMMATURE&lt;br /&gt;22. PERVERT!!&lt;br /&gt;23. acts&lt;br /&gt;24. always assumes people are going steady and doin THAT&lt;br /&gt;25. totally pisses people off&lt;br /&gt;26. makes people puke. (more than one, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;27. oily&lt;br /&gt;28. pollutes air&lt;br /&gt;29. pollutes water&lt;br /&gt;30. pollutes land&lt;br /&gt;31. tries to be teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;32. proud&lt;br /&gt;33. desperate&lt;br /&gt;34. utterly repulsive&lt;br /&gt;35. uncool&lt;br /&gt;36. loser&lt;br /&gt;37. ignorant to crap&lt;br /&gt;38. tell tale.&lt;br /&gt;39. wets his bed.&lt;br /&gt;40. sucks his thumb&lt;br /&gt;( witnesses have testified)&lt;br /&gt;41. mean&lt;br /&gt;42. bullies kenny&lt;br /&gt;43. act cool&lt;br /&gt;44. encourages pervert behavior&lt;br /&gt;45. pollutes the mind of young cute lil boys. (=&lt;br /&gt;46. thick skinned&lt;br /&gt;47. ungentlemanly&lt;br /&gt;48. self-centred&lt;br /&gt;49. unkind&lt;br /&gt;50. chauvanistic.&lt;br /&gt;51. not willing to do his fair share of work esp for proj work!!&lt;br /&gt;52. boring to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. i thought of 67 while compiling the list. (; those are just the first 50 of it. so ya see? is that enough reason to hate him? you can't deny it any longer! ugh fine. i'll make a list of 5 things we actually like about him. hmm ohkay. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ummm. nothing. sorry. mind blank here.&lt;br /&gt;2. none&lt;br /&gt;3. nil&lt;br /&gt;4. uhh?&lt;br /&gt;5. bleah. clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. none. well. i've given him too much spotlight already. this is MY blog, remember? who gets the limelight? ME. so. teacher's day performance was alright. quite nice. went to see mdm tan again. XD argh. i spent so much time blogging about ashwiin that my fingers ache already. maybe i'll blog a tiny weenie bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cher and i practically walked around everywhere. hahs people keep asking why we seem to be everywhere. =D i saw rachel!! woohoo! she went to pres high! ooh ooh. and so did ju heyng! saw em both! went to j8. had lunch.. went mei xu and hin wen. walked back to school. blah blah blah. this is so in REALLY rough detail. well, not detail at all. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i adore you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115702021174264834?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702021174264834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115702021174264834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115702021174264834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115702021174264834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-goodies-my-goodies-my-goodies-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115690272030274024</id><published>2006-08-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah wells. i got what i wanted. but i feel lousy. du-uh. i'm sick. i skipped sku. but this fever is so annoying. no energy to do anything! urgh! and my throat! it burns! haiix. i'm sorry xy. i pressured ya to go for the VC but didnt turn up myself. sorry, teamates. let ya'll down. not sure how you guys are gonna survive one girl short. but if we get back our report books only tomorrow, i'll scream the house down. no joke. although my throat will hurt more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh crap. just typing this alone has made me feeling freakin exhausted.. ugh! i wish i had a wheelchair or something to take me around.. so i dont have to walk. or maybe someone to get everything i want, so i don't have to move at all. maybe a guest blogger, so i dont have to exhaust myself even more. (= that would be nice. too bad everyone's too guai kia and at school now. they so need to get a life. they dont skip class, or anything! all those hypocrites, pretending to be someone they're not. rule-abiders. one day i'll be in a different class, away from those f-ed up freaks who call themselves my frens. ohkay ohkay. not all. some nice ones. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out for now. howdy's out. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115690272030274024?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115690272030274024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115690272030274024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115690272030274024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115690272030274024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115684424099665898</id><published>2006-08-29T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate today. i'll hate tomorrow. i hate yesterday. well. not really. FOC. full of crap. wahahs. i'm tryna skip getting report books till end of hols. it ain't long. so. why not? XD urgh. doubt i can skip sku.. i've only got a sore throat. i can act. but my doctor may suspect and refuse to gimme an mc.. well, duh. i just saw him and got an mc like 2 weeks ago. don't suggest going to another doc. my mom calls my doctor up. -_-" so if he says he didnt see me, i'm dead. maybe i should just like go sick bay or something. whatever. not much to blog. i'm just wasting my freaking time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115684424099665898?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115684424099665898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115684424099665898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115684424099665898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115684424099665898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115675810590629053</id><published>2006-08-28T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this will be a documentary cum post. well, duh. the post's about my biking trip. like. double duh. well, ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at some freakin time. not sure. but for a saturday, i sure felt it was early. i complained. yack-ed. whined at my mother. quarrelled with my sister, thankfully. i win again. checked for everything. got to changi. silly water bottle filled with coke leaked. messy like crazy. walked to the toilet, washed up. went to meet the ones in charge or whoever. saw pros. felt like a lil loser. a LITTLE. few times this happens. blah blah. the boat ride sucked. i got seasick. bleahs. almost puked on my sis. i wish i did tho.. would've felt better. so, well, for an hour, i sat in the silly seat, next to this ass of a city folk. scared of a lil sun. seriously. it was SO LITTLE. its sun only! get so afraid for what? blah again. reached malaysia. cant remember which part. so. wells. we started cycling. the pros went somewhere else. more terrain the part. we cycled along the road. i was glad for sun-tan lotion. and for dri-fit. wicks sweat like crazy. (: cycled for 18km. saw a really cute family of wild boar. cycle somemore.. reached this really nice place. sebana cove. pity we only stopped there for lunch. if we stayed there, i'd be freaking happy. lunch was satisfying. fish and chips. apple pie. this really different ice kachang. oh. i'm hungry again. cycled along this track. my sis fell. i was ROFLing so much! blah blah blah after more cycling. my mom fell.. she got her whole foot and shoe wet. (: laughed like siao. well, whatever, i don't like her y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually we reached this hotel. it's basic but really clean. there are even singapore channels on tv there! the beds were comfy. =D the toilets weren't icky. for dinner, we went to this nice place for seafood. oishi!! we had an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;wen we woke up, we had this really bad ache. in our neck, back and shoulder. ooh and butt pain too. for breakfast, i had 3 plates of this really good chee cheong fan. my sis enjoyed it too. ^_^ we visited this ostrich farm. interesting. pity some of them. born 'disfigured'. sorta. began the journey home.. i was stupid enough to wear a black shirt. LMAO. giddy, headache. nauseous. the heat got to me. sigh sigh. the boat ride home only made it worse.. i was totally flush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at changi. ipoh hor fun was quite nice. when we got home, we were totally shack. think i went to bed at 10.30pm.. early? yup. ahh well. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today feeling really tired. ashley says i looked haggard. -_-" sad. well, in the morning only. thankfully sku wasn't that long or i'd have collapsed. when we were all doing newscast, i felt so freakin faint i think i'd have blacked out if not for the fact that mrs loh suddenly minused our marks. and i wasn't talking at all. (wow. for the first time.. ) d&amp;amp;t was fun. (= so much filing of metal. but. well, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much after school. too tired to be hyper today. sorry. i ain't myself. argh. really sad. tan lines. really really bad tan lines. even benjamin could see them.. the ones on my hands, that is.. ahh wells. vertical challenge on wednesday. climb 23 storeys. -_-" urgh. xue ying, if you back out, i'll kill ya! ooh and uhh.. ragu, benjamin and nathaniel chua are in our team. jiayou worrs! chiong! rock it, yo! crap we're gonna get back our report books soon. i didnt do well. ): i'm gonna skip that session. of getting it back, i mean. desperate times call for desperate measures. ohkay ohkay. it's not desperate. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115675810590629053?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115675810590629053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115675810590629053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115675810590629053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115675810590629053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-will-be-documentary-cum-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115650270051382292</id><published>2006-08-25T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola. the stimuli performance today was totally tacky. totally. well, for my group, that is. especially me. darn i talk too fast.. WTH DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME? normally like.. my frens kinda understand what i'm talking about.. normally. ughed. two normallys. diao-ers? it seems like the group i was in was the worst.. surprisingly, rachel's was like, the *erms* last? ehehe. we were 2nd runner up. surprisingly. i'm amazed erika got the best actress award. nicole or anyone could get it. i mean, she only got it cuz she was staring at shimmie wen she 'died'. like UGH much? oh and i'd like to thank our seniors! you guys are just awesome! thanks for being there! (= altho we sucked. i sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my day. sucked.. tons. i'm sorry clara. i lost that buckle. ): i'll look for em and tryta buy em wen i go hunting for them like tomorrow or sunday. oh shit. i can't! i have a biking trip in malaysia! dammit! URGH. fine, during weekdays, i'll go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn my freaking internet is so annoying. disconnecting like every 5 minutes. so i'm rushing to post this. freaking rushing. so. erms.. this week? i hate my results. i'm REALLY gonna study an 1 hour a day. argh. for me, it's a LOT. i can barely keep still for 5 min. oh wait. i can't. lols. so. 1 hour is so gonna be a feat. haiix.. no choice. ah wells. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the days next week is like, teachers day. like duh. i'm gonna see my primary sku teachers and bug em! wahahs! for my teachers in secondary sku, esp LSC, LWK, NM, i wanna throw maggot infested rotten apples with parasites at cha. nah. shove em down ur throat! ooh ooh! i'll poison them too! woohoo! CRAZEEEEEY!! but seriously. i frigging wanna do that. so much. too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out. yo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115650270051382292?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115650270051382292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115650270051382292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115650270051382292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115650270051382292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115623827111901197</id><published>2006-08-22T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that phase is over. the "i don't feel like blogging" phase. well, yeah. it was a.. BORING day. i was snoozing in class all the time. i really don't know what's going on in class. ugh, sucks. i gotta study soon. (like that will happen..) so. we should forget this all. have a sudden bout of amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a music viva thingy today. quite alright. entertaining at first, a leeetle boring later. aww who am i kidding? boring! well du-uh. i'm easily bored. and well. halfway through the performance, this ass up freak sent me something that said i'm this shity guy's girlfren. i was practically steaming!! insult, much? too bad. i hate him more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was crappy. dont really wanna blog about it... argh. i hope hin wen will be alright. she's gone to hospital like twice already!! in this week! poor girl. hope she's alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our drama performance. this friday. we'll be performing infront of the MOEs and whoever so called VIPs.. our seniors and the like. ugh. we've barely practised. only fooling around. how cna i not feel anxious? i havent memorised my lines! i know there's something called improvisation. but. well. alright. i'll just do that. so there. argh. nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm having this really ongoing convo with shao qi. it's fun, really. it's dumb, but fun. i'm too lazy to blog further, so. well. xxxx!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115623827111901197?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115623827111901197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115623827111901197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115623827111901197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115623827111901197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/that-phase-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115615410515480961</id><published>2006-08-21T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah. for like the first time. i COMPLETELY  don't feel like blogging. (other then this crap. don't get all &lt;em&gt;what about this&lt;/em&gt; crap with me, yo.) like i said, so much to say. so little mood. lols i haven't said that before. i know. it's nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115615410515480961?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115615410515480961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115615410515480961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115615410515480961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115615410515480961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115591158946478758</id><published>2006-08-18T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. bitchy post alert. i've had it with all the shity crap going around, a'right? so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you-&lt;br /&gt;nah. dislike you. but i'm gonna complain bout cha. hope you mind!! told cha i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalin- dudette. stop being hypocritical, yo. you claim to dislike LSC but. wtf you're her freaking pet! i know very freaking well you like the way she's good to you. it's like, wtf. and. many people say you only got the lead role of inspector chan cuz you suck up to mr b. koh. stop pretending that you say you can't act. you say that to fish for compliments cuz nobody's gonna say "oh yeah you can't actually act, y'know?" in your face. but hell yeah they mean it. most of us thought you were a letdown. you can't handle it? quit. or surrender that role. oh yeah. one more thing. don't expect others to help you when you ain't willing to help others. what i mean is, be a good fren ya self before expecting others to be a good fren to you too. *ahem* that point wasn't from me, trust me some people hate you so much they're willing to make a hate blog about you too. cool this has been quite a long paragraph! wow.. i guess i should stop about you. let's move on, shan't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah this one i can't name. but.. ********, that's her name. please. he ain't gonna except you overnight. stop expecting so much about him. oh and.. erm we kinda have to practise crap ya'know. and we want our privacy. so.. you should do ya own thang. i mean this in the nicest possible way. i love ya to bits but i draw the line when you start wasting people's time. (duh. more then one.) you made us sit there for close to an hour just waiting for ya to let her go. not that i don't sympathise with ya. you know i do. i love you to bits, get that clear. just stop interferring in our crap, dudette. it's irritating.) and coz, i know you're reading this. no offense.. yup i know you come to blog, lizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacia-xue ying doesnt belong to you. she has the right to mix with who ever she wants. even if its victoria lim pei ru. get that straight. and stop ganging up with me to get her. i want my sweet revenge myself. i have my ways, and i'll get you if you mess my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asslose-get a life. stop taking videos of me. you sick perverted lump of shit.. with all the fats and oil. stop talking about me. don't ask for my number anymore. LEAVE ME ALONE. FREAK SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yu teng-bitch.( the bad type.) selfish. self-centred. hypocritical. there's much more but i'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i'm pissed. well,i'm tired of complaining about people for now. how short the complaining session has been.. well. many things to blog. no mood. lols. just came to post that bitchy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and uh. if you smsed me on friday the 18th before 7pm. sorry. i didnt bring my phone. didnt reply. i know. i forgot. left it on my bed. right now, i'm trying to think of something to blog. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i thought of something. it was BABE day yesterday. boys are banned entierly, stupid. i lost the bet. darius talked to me and i FORGOT ABOUT THE BET. well, cuz of my sis. if i tell him, anyone thinks he'll feel guilty? *smiles* i bet he wont. any takers? i'll bet ya $100. i know i'll win this one.. ooh a funny thing happened to me and wen yesterday too. we were like gonna board 56. we weren't standign in the queue. so we kinda tried to enter the bus thru the bus 59 queue. we were like too concerned about talkin to each other we didnt realise we were standing in the wrong queue!! wth! only when i realised that 56 just left and we were just standing there, i was like.. UNCLE! stop for like, 2 seconds, wont cha? so silly! lols.. ended up walking half way of my journey home. with company of course. (= haha. it was fun.. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115591158946478758?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115591158946478758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115591158946478758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115591158946478758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115591158946478758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115572672206393546</id><published>2006-08-16T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kim &lt;3 hin wen, cherilyn, mira, clara. tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor cher. give him a week. he'll tell you by then. promise. and girl, don't be so sad. CHEER up. and dont do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still havent apologised to him. crap. )= i saw him today. talking to some sec 2s. i wanted to go to him and say my speech. (which i havent prepared.) but, i should make up some crappy sappy story or something. better then hiding from him. for like 2 weeks, since wednesday. for once, i remembered my argument with him. wow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna make a hate blog with the whole class. as long as they hate LSC, that is. y'know what she freakin did? that ass made us unbuckle our skirt, unzip our skirt, TUCK IN OUR SHIRT, UNFOLD SKIRT, MAKE US WEAR SO EFF-ING HIGH!! bloody shit!! AND SHE THREW AWAY MY LAST PIECE OF ELASTIC! wth!! it was so embarassing! first floor, everyone can see! and UGH. too pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115572672206393546?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115572672206393546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115572672206393546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115572672206393546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115572672206393546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/kim-3-hin-wen-cherilyn-mira-clara.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115562983039885586</id><published>2006-08-15T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my fourth post today, and i'm lmho. (laughing my head off, idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i go to UK, i'll be away from MY SISTER, MY MOMMA, MY DADDY, (AND HIS FREAKING ASSES OF A FAMILY.) and my past. hello? if i had the chance in the world would i not go? ugh i'mma kid, but your point is? c'mmon. i'm 13 for pete's sake. and i'll be in a boarding school. with teachers! and, in about 5 years, i'll be shaking my thang already. actually, i'm already doin that. so. she should just lemme go! and, of course, pay for it. (= lols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things to blog. but not enough time. missing a day of school makes it seem like i have so much time. i love that!! time. i have it all. in my hands. sorry. had it all. it's lost tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'll blog anymore today. 4 times is more than enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115562983039885586?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562983039885586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115562983039885586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115562983039885586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115562983039885586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-my-fourth-post-today-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115562140361268664</id><published>2006-08-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is gonna be my 3rd post today. but it's a meaningful one. valerie told me a few stories that made me feel grateful for what i've got. she made me realise how much stuff i have. the world is unfair. some people have it all. some people have none. i should be glad i have parents instead of hating them cuz they always say no. i should be glad i have a place to stay. i should be glad i have enough food to eat. i should be glad for so many things.. and i know i should not be THAT disappointed i can't go to sibford. i love the idea and all. but.. i must be contented with what i have! although it's freaking hard especially for this issue.. i have to learn to take it in my stride and accept things the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kids are abandoned by their parents. some kids have to work and support their family. some have a great family but succumb to lust and the nature of normal human beings and take drugs and the like. some kids don't even get to go to sku. i'm glad i'm not like that. i should just.. grab onto my chance when it comes along. however long that may take. i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't wrong to want something. it's just that you gotta make sure it doesnt get out of control. like the way i quarreled with my mom last night? hooh! it was crazy. i was just so dang pissed i couldnt go. i totally didnt respect her at all. i feel bad.. i remember how i wished everyone was born with a GOLD spoon in their mouths. so everyone's equal. and their chances to do something's the same. unlikethe fact that:  hin wen can go to sibford and i cant. the way she has a manager and i don't. the way she has 2 credit cards and i have none. the way.. uhh ohkay i better stop if not the self pity issue may return. what about the people in africa? they have even less than what i do.. but we dont' see THEM crying. even if they do, they have every reason to. why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, kim. don't pity yourself. you don't deserve it! it's sad ya can't go to sibford. least you can stay in kcp. (erm i hate that part but i'm gonna continue)  i mean, if you major in theatre in sibford, it'll be 6hours a day! and it's a boarding school and. shut up. breathe. slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm NOT pitying myself anymore. (like real. but at least i'm trying.) ugh fine. this post has been boring. don't blame me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115562140361268664?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562140361268664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115562140361268664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115562140361268664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115562140361268664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-gonna-be-my-3rd-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115561653677907175</id><published>2006-08-14T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when there was me and you. i love that song. so much.. feelings and emotions brought out. i can so .. communicate with that song..  hah. it's funny. today, i was feeling rather moody. then i brightened up cuz i didnt go to school. and now. i'm sad. how songs affect me so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;but all I want&lt;br /&gt;Is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;br /&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Thats coming true&lt;br /&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;And when you smiled&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;br /&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;And wishes on a star&lt;br /&gt;Just don't come true&lt;br /&gt;Cause now even I tell&lt;br /&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe thatI could be so blind&lt;br /&gt;It's like you were floating&lt;br /&gt;While I was falling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;br /&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you WERE my fairytale. i thought there was so much more than there seemed to be. you changed my life. you made me smile. you made me look forward to coming to school. then you yourself changed. and changed my life. thinking of what used to be.. cuz that's all i'm left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. i should so stop. i'm identifying with this song so much that i'm crying.. -_-" hah. wat the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115561653677907175?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115561653677907175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115561653677907175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115561653677907175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115561653677907175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115560662338627777</id><published>2006-08-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh that sure worked out really well. sense the sarcastism. the talk just went so horribly wrong in all the right places. obviously i can't go. i gotta go to aus. but. i so don't want to!! haiix. *sobs* and *sobs* my mom and i sure had a huge tiff last night. as in huge. it's just not fair. some people have it all. while some people don't. what am i blogging about? money. it really makes the world go round..but. it ain't my god. nah uh. i've already calculated how much it would cost for me to be in the uk. and. it's about 10k. plus a few hundred. and i mean for like.. 2 months. of course my mom wouldn't pay. its like 5k a month? and. my dad? dont get me started. he clenchs his wallet so tighly i can see his veins! haha jking. like anyone in my family would let me go.. dream trashers. all of them. i hate my family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the only good thing about my tiff last night, that i get to skip school today. i told my mom i wasn't feeling well. in normal circumstances, i'd have to go to school. but. i have this habit of falling sick after like getting really really unhappy and everything. she knows that. but it's fake. well, it was fake. now i'm REALLY sick!! -_-" ironically, yea it's true. i wasn't sick when i woke up at like 6 plus. now, at 9 plus, i feel sick. headache. giddiness. sore throat. stiff back. runny nose. wth. it's coming true. damn. lols. cant believe it. oh great. now my tummy hurts too. UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, obviously i'm here right now. wondering what to eat. cuz i'm freaking starving and i feel so weak i don't want to buy anything. my back is killing me! and the 'stiffness' is spreading to my neck!! but. weeeeee! i dont have runny nose anymore. lols? i feel stiff. i can bearly even type. much less get myself something to eat... i'm freaking hungry but i cant eat. wow fantastic. haiix i hate this sudden weakness in my body. so fragile. weak. like a rose petal. haha ohkay. what does me being sick have to do with a rose petal? haha i'm blogging crap. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115560662338627777?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115560662338627777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115560662338627777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115560662338627777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115560662338627777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-that-sure-worked-out-really-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115554986216414099</id><published>2006-08-14T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the drama esplanade girls like tons!! and no, i'm not a lesbian. get that thought outts ya head and dont get all sick with me. like i was saying, amirah, clara, hin wen totally rock!! we are such good friends that... we kinda want to go to boarding sku together. in abingdon. since hin wen's going, we all want to too. especially me. i'd rather go to a foreign country with my good friend than my family. like duh. i dont like them that much. especially the additional ones or my sister. most of you guys wont know wth i'm talking in the first part, but. i'm sure some do. so no questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not joking. seriously.. we all want to go there together!! does this remind you of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're all in this together" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;like omg. i love that song. neways.. it's kinda cool, y'know. to go to boarding school with your best buds. great, eh? i'm so looking forward to it. only problem? my mom. like. ugh. wat the hell. like she'll go "oh sure. go to abbington with wen. no problem. i'll post you your allowance and all that." like she would. haiix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. how should i say it to her.. oh i know.&lt;br /&gt;heyya mom. erm i'm sure you want me to be independant right? (she's supposed to say yes.)&lt;br /&gt;and. you want me to do well in my studies right? (she'll definetely say yes for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;and. you want me to be happy right? (after a long silence, she'll say yes then ask what i want.)&lt;br /&gt;well.. i know we've got plans to go to aus, but. there is erm, this boarding school in UK, abingdon called sibford. and. i was thinking.. can i go there to study? with my good friend? her dad's gonna be there. my studies will 100% be better. i promise! and blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that, ohkay? argh. this is such an UGH-y phase of my life. i wanna go. and i want it bad. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115554986216414099?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115554986216414099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115554986216414099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115554986216414099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115554986216414099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-drama-esplanade-girls-like-tons.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115544592596734293</id><published>2006-08-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're all in this together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're all stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're all in this together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hand in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make our dreams come&lt;/span&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;woohoo. high school musical fanatic!! (: OBSSESSED!! i'm dancing like there's no tomorrow.. i slept at 4.30am cuz i was still dancing. and. well, (lol) watching the video. alright alright. i fell asleep half way. so i only danced for .. 2 hours. wow. nice workout. ^_^ hah i keep replaying the songs. it's crazy!! but. it's so so so so so so so so so so so so sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!! maybe i'll change my skin to a hsm one soon. but. not the same as hin wen's. obviously. no questions needed. duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;today's service was.. ohkay. but i was so hungry i kinda couldnt concentrate. as usual, my sis was sleeping. ugh. in church? -_-" and. planet shakers performed JUMP in today's service. too bad val missed it. )= haha the advantages of going to a big church. with like 10 thousand people in it. next week is FCBC's 20 anniversary. woohoo! woots i love my church!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we were supposed to go shopping, but got lost. called her many times, no answer. the other one didnt bring her phone. -_-" so coincidental, no? so.. i'm at home now. blogging. sigh.. i was hoping to get a new pair of kulots, kakis, skirts.. a few tees and a pair of slippers. now its too late. and. i can't miss my training anymore unless i wanna lose my trophy in the aquathlon. which i dont, so i guess i gotta wait. darn no sun. can't get a tan. )= it would be good to get a tan while training y'know? ahh well. too bad. think i should leave soon. so, tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115544592596734293?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115544592596734293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115544592596734293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115544592596734293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115544592596734293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-all-in-this-together-once-we-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115539444798414008</id><published>2006-08-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:19.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="'Title'" style="'font:bold"&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" style="'display:block;width:300px;border:solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/h/high_school_musical/were_all_in_this_together.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER (High School Musical)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" src="'http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/h/high_school_musical/were_all_in_this_together_164579.asx'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" width="'300'" height="'300'" autostart="'false'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.videocodezone.com/'"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all in this together!! (: loves like, tons!! omg i should so stop talking and singing any song from HSM!! ugh, obssession!! like the way i have with gelato. well, i should shut up about such stuff. i'll bet it's getting on everyone's nerves. but still? HSM is the best!! WOOHOOOO!!! man i've been replaying all the videos of all the songs from HSM till my sister is like so pissed. hehe. i think she likes HSM too. ^_^ she kept asking me the title of the songs so she can like, y'know. download it. even for a person like my sister, who likes way different music from me, she likes HSM too!! woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115539444798414008?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115539444798414008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115539444798414008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115539444798414008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115539444798414008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115536984896410987</id><published>2006-08-12T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dmZlXpXTK4k"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=dmZlXpXTK4k&lt;/a&gt; we're all in this together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols i really love HSM!! oh and zac efron? hotness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dmZlXpXTK4k"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=dmZlXpXTK4k&lt;/a&gt; bop to the top!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=SLMgC8BlbXU"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=SLMgC8BlbXU&lt;/a&gt; what i've been waiting for!! (u gotta turn up ur speakers for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many times i've replayed theses videos already.. hmms.. well. countless. i've been at it for the whole day. (= i can so do the dance already. lols. &lt;3 href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcuPxN2z_uE&amp;NR"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcuPxN2z_uE&amp;amp;NR&lt;/a&gt; i can't take my eyes off you. not in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wWcY9LbWw_A"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=wWcY9LbWw_A&lt;/a&gt; when there was me and you. gabriella's solo. nice. &lt;3 href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=T0RjnYmc7k8"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=T0RjnYmc7k8&lt;/a&gt; start of something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should stop blogging about HSM although i adore it to BITS. and zac efron looks so hot.. ohkay. sorry. i should stop. toodles!! and HSM still rocks! (how many times have i said that..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. my sister IS THE WORST cluedo player in the world!! even my dad is better then her! wahahs. jking la. she's just ughy. whatever. out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115536984896410987?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115536984896410987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115536984896410987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115536984896410987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115536984896410987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115530429142984789</id><published>2006-08-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>110806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have one thing to say. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DRAMA RAWKS!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my day, excluding drama, has been.. so-so. pe was fun tho. (= gymnastics test and bball. FUN!! floorball next week. and. i'm gonna retake my gymnastics test. and get a freakin high A. i'm gonna do this really high kick and hold my leg in the air. maybe a rowing boat and.. a somersault and a flip. yup. i can do it. OR.. maybe a.. erm. wats it called.. erm. the one that you form a upside down U wen ya just turn over. ohkay. weird.. how should i discribe it? ohkay. ignore it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back to drama. we have this young dramatist award. and your supposed to use 5 stimulis-poisoned wine. necktie. mirror. lipstick mark. letter opener. we've got it all planned out and we are so gonna rock. and. i LOVE my group!! amirah,clara,hin wen,me, douglas. woohoo!! we can so gel. like ya know. connect. and we have chemistry. the power of being friends. :D woots!! love em tons. and we had such a fun day. after school, we like, hung. and conceptualised. and practised. it was all real fun! nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met mr jackson teo while rehearsing. talked and talked. i almost got to mark 1 truth's lit paper. but. i didnt. )= and if i were able to, i'd have given some ass a minus mark!! hah. jking. just a really bad grade. he was talking to us with really chim stuff. we were all like.. erm. wat? it got so chim till clara and i had to go to the toilet. mira and hin wen were prolly too polite. but. hey. i needed the toilet too. (= and we're glad we got to talk to mr jackson teo. it was his last day at kcpss. glad we made it a memorable one. we're just too crazy and laid back and all. haha self praise. we saw a pic of him and his fiancee. chio bu!! and mr jackson teo has this really nice american accent.  way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to mac and chilled. chilled. chilled. till like 6 plus. met nicole there too. i followed wen back to her house. sat at the bus stop for like 1 hour. cuz i was supposed to go for swimming, but i missed it. (; hah. wat else is new? gosh i'm loving this. but. i know i should stop. think i'm gonna make two new blogs. and delete this one. dont ask why. since i love girly and i love being gothic and all, incorporate the two and i'll get pink eyeliner. rocks! and. i have this sudden obssession wit skirts. -_-" hah. &lt;3 em. kim hearts pink, eyeliner, skirts. loves. understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115530429142984789?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115530429142984789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115530429142984789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115530429142984789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115530429142984789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/110806-i-only-have-one-thing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115520135269912664</id><published>2006-08-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap i got tuition today. how i hate it. it's like.. UGH. DETEST. ABHOR. HATES. ARGHHHH!! it's the worst thing!! well, other then LSC that is. but. well. bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm not as crazy as i usual, hin wen. i've got tons of stuff on my mind right now. and i have this strange obsurd obssession wiht eyeliner now. i just bought 3! liquid, pencil and a different coloured one. ohkay. well, not me. i got a fren to buy. so i'm not sure what the mystery coloured one is. but. it's not black or brown. i can assure you. the idea of bleeding eyeliner seems to appeal to me like TONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's a problem so i cant upload any pictures. but. you people should join the NEW BALANCE AQUATHLON. quite easy. like swim 750 m and run 5km. (=  woohoo. and. i'm basking in the glory cuz someone, just a someone, cant even run a lap of the school field without panting like shit. *ahem* you know who. *points*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still cant put a tagboard just yet. or a "u're listening to" thing yet. later. after i come back from my crappy unhelpful freaking ass-ed up tuition class. sigh. if i can. so. bear with me. and. stop smsing me to ask why there is no tagboard. or on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and. i cant reply anyone's smses unless it's an emergency till the 13th of aug. which is 2 days from now. so bear with me. hah. sorta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115520135269912664?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115520135269912664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115520135269912664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115520135269912664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115520135269912664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap-i-got-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115518596602021577</id><published>2006-08-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;100806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this is the new skin. love it and hate it. =) it's troublesome. that's all. and i haf to write the date. sigh, i have to check all the time. well, duh. i don't even know what day it is today. sheesh. hmm but i think it has to be.. thursday. right? cuz there's only 2 hols.. and.. ugh. nvm. it's thursday! don't care. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's gonna be, well, a lil girly post today. see the colours? pink? purple? love em both!! ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;about the previous post.. seriously, it's better to act dumb and get told what to do and blah blah blah then to face it all. oh yeah. personal reminder to myself- i owe someone an apology. big time. haiix. poor dude. but. wat the heck. i'll do it tomorrow. or maybe next week. yeah. then i can have my speech. a good one at that. darn. guess i have to start thinking about what to say soon. or should i send a sms? nah. it's more personal.. so..face to face approach i guess. man i really hurt em. i'm sorry.. well, that's the end of my personal reminder. oh gimme a few seconds. my sister has been singing this REALLY nice song. shayne ward's no promises. i love it tons!! from the first time i heard it! too bad they don't have it on &lt;a href="http://iwebmusic.com"&gt;http://iwebmusic.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;sigh. no more tagboard or the ur hearing part. it'll, ya noe.. erm.. how should i put it.. err..obstruct the other stuff. ohkay. nvm. for the people who have been to my blog during its construction, ya'll will know what i'm refering to. it's just plain irritating. hah. i've just noticied, that i have the word irritating, annoying or pissing in like, all my posts. awesome, babe!! so, say hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;damn i have an urge to go the beach. any takers? but. valerie's out. ash has really painful fingers. it wouldn't be nice to ask her. so.. who should i ask? yeah. i know. i'm pretty much talking to myself here. i kinda know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wind&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in your hair with the ones you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;beach&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, with the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sun &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on your shoulders.&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 style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;laugh&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you may get burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but at least you had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;wow. this has been colourful. does it hurts your eyes to read it? (: woohoo. that's my.. short discription of.. erm.. being at the beach. i love the you may get burnt part. lols. sadistic. wahah. i'm bored.. BEACH BEACH BEACH!! i wanna go to the beach!! am i doing well in my whining and acting like a spoilt brat? i hope i am. cos that's what i'm planning to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;may be i'll blog later. i'm so hungry. i'm dying. and i still need to fix my silly blog problems. ma fan!! peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115518596602021577?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115518596602021577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115518596602021577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115518596602021577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115518596602021577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/100806-this-is-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115514145077953024</id><published>2006-08-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when in doubt, always act dumb. even tho it pisses people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DUDE. STOP ASKING ME HOW. I FREAKING DONT KNOW. IT'S ANNOYING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah. i blogged just to say this. hah. lame. i know. i agree too. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this skin is annoying. cheating people's money. sorta like my pet phrase. it's irritating. i know. can't be helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115514145077953024?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115514145077953024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115514145077953024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115514145077953024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115514145077953024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-in-doubt-always-act-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115510868307599821</id><published>2006-08-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday singapore. it's your.. erm.. 43? 41? 42? ugh. i don't know. lols? here are some.. stuff. uh huh. i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna buy extra tickets for the PLANETSHAKERS concert, either for friday or saturday. i'm sure i heard my pastor say one of the days that tickets are sold out. not sure which. but. i'm gonna get like 3 extra. incase anyone wants. so, sms me asap!! woohoo! planetshakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nov and december hols are so gonna be fun. going to melbourne. then wellington. i'll be living with my relatives but i'm sure to haf a heap of fun!! diving, hunting, (not me. my uncle.) and the works. oh man. FUN! and i may be travelling alone! or with my sis. but i'm sure a lil company would be nice. even if it's with my sis. but. she'll be staying longer then me in wellington. so.. i'll be away from my sis for at least 1 month! i'm sure i'll miss having someone to quarrel with. i'm gonna bet the house will be so quiet with me being the only person in it. that's why i have to go out. so i'd better start saving to go shopping too. and. going to the beach! ash, wan yee, val, GO BEACH with me ohkays? must. must. must!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. over-reaction? nahh. it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;think of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as the midnight sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it illuminates the night the way lights never could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it recalls memories of walks in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it's all you need to come out and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because company is better shared in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's no better place to be then in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you're in my heart, 24 hours and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you're there, no matter where i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i changed it from a macdonalds advertisement. LOLs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115510868307599821?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115510868307599821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115510868307599821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115510868307599821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115510868307599821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115505047756626660</id><published>2006-08-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say she's a bitch. yeah. i know. my sister. well, double duh? i dont know why we hate each other so much. nahh. actually i know. but. it's kinda sad. sisters? hating each other so much? that's why we shouldn't be sisters. oh man. if she were anyone but my sister or anyone releated to me, things would've been so much different. she takes and breaks it all. i'm don't like the fact that she hates me and i hate her. kinda like a tit for tat thing. it saddens the people around us. do i care? am i supposed to? i'm feeling cold right now. it's just something to grow through. you live, and die. why live in the first place? all you're doing is.. work, study, whatever. bullshit y'know? all of a sudden i feel this.. connection, if you should call it, between me and.. my sister. connection as in we hate each other more. hah. i stole the computer from her. like it's my fault that fugly bitch agreed to let me use it then say "huh? did i say i was gonna let you use? hmmm? proof?" wtf i felt like slapping her. that is 100&amp; bitchy. dont even get me started on her more bitchy 'stunts' alright? i'm cursed to have a sister like mine already ohkays? so, lay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i win in all our battles. i know she ain't that weak. she's just letting me win. ass. too bad. she thinks i can't handle her? even a 1 year old could kill her. with all the salivating and the pooping, i think it would kill me too. so, nvm. imagine i didn't type that. well, i should continue winning since she wants me too. (: but. why would she fight just a little and let me win? O.o weirdo. guess the only thing that we haf in common are that.. we're weird. and happy to proclaim it. damn right yeah.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i'm getting pissed with everyone around me now cuz of her. UGH. sorry people. but now, i think even if i were in my crazy self, i'd get angry wit this idiot who keeps asking me to guess when i already told em that I DONT WANT TO. argh man. this dude. is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;"carry on guessing then" that's all that idiot says!! it's pissing. i don't reply but. OMG. that freak just said "happy guessing" for the 78th time!! yes i counted!! annoying! who says that anyway? unless you're an idiot, you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115505047756626660?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115505047756626660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115505047756626660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115505047756626660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115505047756626660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-say-shes-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115502755183023747</id><published>2006-08-08T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>national dae celebrations? BLAH. truth be told, it was plain boring. we had to stand in the parade square with our bags and everything.. and forced to dance. (not that everyone, including me, did.) then we kinda had to sit down on our asses for like 2 hours. butt ache much? hell yeah. hah hin wen had to dance! and her hothot cutecute had to walk past her right at that moment! embarassment? totally. could tell she was blushing to the tip of her toes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renice was supposedly supposed to come with us to watch a movie. but left with someone else cuz hin wen told her tt she was gonna ditch her if she went to look for her cute cute. well. that was kinda like exactly what wen said. awww, right? yup yup. i'd have went to look for my cute cute too. ain't it normal?? oh yeah. sorry. i'm calling every guy cutecute or cutecute hothot. but. they must be cute or hot in our eyes, DUH. i know what you guys are thinking. losers? desperados? NAH UH. don't give a damn bout' what you people think. believe what you'll believe. and continue being an asssssss. with the many s's in it. don't get it, dumd head? too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know the movie click? it's nice. really. least i think so. zane, jason and another dude joined us for the movie. it kinda made me and wen cry. awwww. i won't spoil anything for you guys just incase you may wanna watch it. so..erm. go watch it. you'll be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really surprises me how much we all miss the seniors. we may have grown a lil apart. but. we love em all. hah. you guys know what i mean. esp the sec fiveies!! i mean, the sec 5s. ya'll are great!! drama ain't that fun without you guys!! all fo us from the esplanade group solemnly PROMISE to 'uphold' KCP drama club's name and do it proud!! we're gonna do our best and make it.. the best. PROMISE!! not sure about the (umm) others. i know many of us wish they weren't in drama. like those not in the esplanade group. but. we should, ya know, give others a break. and chill. like relax. completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to this holiday. one word. shopping. hell yea that'll be fun!! and of course, tollerating my ****ing sister's fugly self. i'm sorry. i don't use the f word unless i'm pissed. a lot. somehow my sis has (yet again) become even more irritating. like, i don't even want to talk to ehr and she gets this freaking strange idea that i want to. zane, she was ohkay when she was p5. now? bitch. don't look at me like that. you don't know how she is till you see her true colours. not that she has anyways. transparent. that's what she is. oh man. she's starting to sing again. damn her. no good voice and she still continues to sing. gawd, spare a thought for others kays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115502755183023747?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115502755183023747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115502755183023747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115502755183023747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115502755183023747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-dae-celebrations-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115494431342101124</id><published>2006-08-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is totally freaking me out. seriously.. i can't and don't want to say ANYTHING about it. at all. so.. don't ask. hmm is that all i wanna blog? noooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling ya, ppl.. never run 5 km without training for it. ever. especially if u haf a partially dislocated hip bone. it hurts!! ohkay. u people should be wondering.. why did cha run 5km in the first place?? well, there's this aquathlon coming up.. and i'm training for it. DUH. must win! heh.. not sure if i'm gonna run anymore. well, at least for the next like.. 3 or 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. don't skip class if ur form teacher is mrs loh. ever. you'll get into freaking a lot of trouble. darn that reminds me. i haf an over due library book!! and i dont noe where it is! argh... i'm seriously PRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, least i got a new skirt. and a new apron. skirt? uniform ah. if it were not for a uniform, it would be.. genius. wat? yea!! it's true. can't remember the last time i went shopping. hmm tmw's national day. guess what i'm wearing. jeans. red top. again. damn i'm in love with my jeans now! it's like.. obssessed? i wish i had my levi's one.. but.. the one i haf now ain't half bad. still love em just as much. and why am i blogging about jeans?! ohkay.. whatever. ugh. i'm weird. but i noe someone who FREAKS me out more then me and hin wen put together!! and i'm telling ya, we are weirdos. so what does it tell you about that dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. **// u alvin cheong. i'll make ur life a living hell. well, not really. i'm too much of an angel to do that. not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115494431342101124?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115494431342101124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115494431342101124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115494431342101124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115494431342101124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-totally-freaking-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115478543909076770</id><published>2006-08-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. i'm like so bored so i'm getting lame. and my computer is LAGGING. ugh annoying!! and it seems like 50 people are talking to me!! UGH. oh mann i wonder how i'm able to blog this. but i can say that this is taking me a very long time to.. blog. argh. oh ohkay good. i'm done with my game of bejeweled with clara. more free.. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be growing further and further away from god. i dont really wanna go to church now. i feel so bad.. haiix. i don't noe where all my church frens are. long time since i contacted them. i keep missing my cgs. ugh. i feel so bad. oh man. i'm determined to go for church tmw. but.. something seems to be holding me back. actually it ain't really my fault. i HAVE to see my dad every sat. how m i supposed to go for cg? excuses! UGH. stop it,kim!! it's really really BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just freaked. cuz a.. dude. well, he.. argh. nvm. it's just freakaye. totally freaking me!! sniffs. this guy is nice and all.. but. but. but. but. but!! haiix. nvm. this has been rather shity. i noe. dont blame me. now i'm bored. sorrie again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115478543909076770?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115478543909076770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115478543909076770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115478543909076770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115478543909076770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115474624073442675</id><published>2006-08-04T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm it's been like a few days since i blogged. finally some time and peace to blog. some of my days haf been rather crappy, some haf been an utter joy. yesterday? it sucked. a lot. too much for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old hag tot ash and i were faking sick to escape from a chi test. well, yeah, that was kinda like our purpose.. but hello???!!! i missed my fav class to be sick!! PE!! wtf!! and it's been like 3 weeks since i last had a PE lesson. gymnastics ain't tt bad. it's actually quite easy. but that is so not the point.. so erm.. well old hag (LSC) may blow my chances of beign a councillor. i did it in a moment of folly alrights? i regret it! and anyways, we kinda haf to retake the test soon. heh.. wasted. got scolded and everything and we still haf to take the test. wat the.. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been coming home really late the past couple of days. (till my mom has to sms me like 5 times..) went to sha's house. cute dog. nice house. i dig the swing. a lot.  i won't say anything with the word d r o p  anywhere in the same sentence now cos of something i did... so..erm yea. sorry, sha. went to ash's house next. big house. nice room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not quite sure wat to blog abt now..oh yeah, hin wen, cher n i went out as usual. blah blah blah. went tothe student centre after the usual trip to j8. with jason too. we were like bugging him wen he was supposed to be doing his art. lols. fun! saw ms wong and sam playing the game soccer. not the sport soccer. the one in the student centre should give u a clue wat it is. wen jason n i played with sam, we made him deprove!! LOLs!! he was like.. wat the ****. ohkay ohkay, he's not so vulgar.. my bad. k? the more we played with him made him deprove even more. wahahs! it's so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************** blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115474624073442675?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115474624073442675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115474624073442675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115474624073442675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115474624073442675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm-its-been-like-few-days-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115433152616827112</id><published>2006-07-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow really. i'm so gonna flunk my science common test. my sci grades r dropping faster den u can say "blah ga ya reta boo cha gatu nomei boouu dag munte cha." don't noe wat tt means. bullshit, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd. everytime i hear this particular song, it makes me feel like crying. unfortunately, i don't noe the title..or the dude who sang it. mm hmm it's a guy. maybe it's the lyrics n the way it's sung. or maybe its the tune.. well.. this has been rather crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;you love me&lt;br /&gt;now you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you want me&lt;br /&gt;now you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you need me&lt;br /&gt;now you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say u'd take away my pain&lt;br /&gt;now you're giving me yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm torn inside and out&lt;br /&gt;till now you've been whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been some crap written out of boredom and *ahem* something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for ur call,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick,&lt;br /&gt;call i'm angry,&lt;br /&gt;call i'm desperate for your voice,&lt;br /&gt;listening to the song,&lt;br /&gt;we used to sing,&lt;br /&gt;in the car,&lt;br /&gt;do you remember,&lt;br /&gt;butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;early summer,&lt;br /&gt;explaining on repeat,&lt;br /&gt;just like when we would meet,&lt;br /&gt;like when we would meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was born,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;and i am torn,&lt;br /&gt;to do wat i have to,&lt;br /&gt;to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;to stay with me tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stripped and polished&lt;br /&gt;i am new&lt;br /&gt;i am fresh&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling so ambitious&lt;br /&gt;you and me,&lt;br /&gt;flesh to flesh,&lt;br /&gt;because every breath that you will take,&lt;br /&gt;while you are sitting next to me,&lt;br /&gt;while bring life into my deepest hopes,&lt;br /&gt;what's your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;and i am torn to do what i have to,&lt;br /&gt;to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being all alone,&lt;br /&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being all alone,&lt;br /&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being all alone,&lt;br /&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being all alone,&lt;br /&gt;and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home,&lt;br /&gt;i know everything you wanted isn't anything you have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what i have to,&lt;br /&gt;to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born to tell you i love you,&lt;br /&gt;and i am torn to do what i have to,&lt;br /&gt;to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i know everything you wanted isn't anything you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's part of the lyrics of the song. well yeah, i actually heard it over n over again. like i said, don't know the dude who sang it or the title.. in case u guys r wondering.. i went to someone's blog to listen to it. and cuz my silly com got freaking problem, i haf to keep closing tt window n openin a new one. so.. guess how long i took to type that erm.. few paragraghs. bets, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melancholy. it's flooding my system. and yeah, after listening to this particular song, it makes me.. even more so.. melancholic. i'm thinking of him.. and wondering and thinking of all the possiblities. if asked to choose between him and my friends. i'm surprised to say.. my friends. i thought i would always put love infront of everything in my life. guess i'm wrong. no matter how much i love someone, i'll choose my friends over him. yeah, dude, it's you. the one i'm refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann. i can't stop hummin that song!! it's like taken over my life. i'm ruled by it!! cuz ya noe y? LOVIN IT!! this post has been rather emo for me. all listening to tt song over and over again. so yeah, i should go. and maybe start crying after listening to that song once more.. and yet once again, i'm feeling unhappy. so yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115433152616827112?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115433152616827112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115433152616827112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115433152616827112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115433152616827112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115415590107478286</id><published>2006-07-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;like i'm walkin' on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;and you're movin' too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel out of my element&lt;br /&gt;like i'm drifting out to the sea&lt;br /&gt;like the tides pullin' me in deeper&lt;br /&gt;makin' it harder to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot deny, how we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;we cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleidoscope of colors&lt;br /&gt;turning hopes on fire, sun is burning&lt;br /&gt;shining down on both of us&lt;br /&gt;don’t let us lose it (don’t let us lose it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;were you right, was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;br /&gt;both of us broken&lt;br /&gt;caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;br /&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lived&lt;br /&gt;we loved&lt;br /&gt;we hurt&lt;br /&gt;we joked&lt;br /&gt;we're right&lt;br /&gt;we're wrong&lt;br /&gt;we're weak&lt;br /&gt;we're strong&lt;br /&gt;we lived to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;br /&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;watch the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;and just like that&lt;br /&gt;the chemicals react&lt;br /&gt;(the chemicals react)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115415590107478286?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115409462629135444</id><published>2006-07-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:18.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i flunked my sci test. pathetic.. UGH. i suck at science!! its just dropping like crazy. from A to fail. wow. pro, eh? english.. situational writing? a little disturbing. yea i use the word DISTURBING. aus? sis? cake? competition? sounds familiar.. well.. not to my actual sis but.. a brother. y the heck m i talking abt this? UGH again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone has an extra lit book? bridge to terabitha? i kinda lost mine..(y is tt not surprising..?) this post is gonna be full of UGHs. so b prepared.. well exams so far just totally wreck my life. fail? well.. not tt i fail any subjects.. but.. expectations r too high.. the pressure. arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the trauma has returned. it keeps playing back in my mind.. the series of events, which i wish tt somehow, could be prevented. it ain't something i'm proud of. it wasn't my fault.. but it haunts me; like a nightmare playing over &amp; over again. unable to concentrate.. the inability to do anything without remembering tt freakin incident. neither is it something tt i wanna broadcast. ppl'd just bug me. should i tell someone? uh huh. i haven't told a soul. not even a non living item. that's how scary it is. the world around me has come tumbling down on me. right on top of me.. crushing every bone in my body. i'm alive, but a soul that gets haunted over and over again. it's silly.. how stuff like tt can ruin ur entire life in 10 to 15 min. that's all it took to make me.. different. i've changed. i'm scared. i don't noe where to run. to hide. to dwell upon my misery. alone. i don't wanna face anyone right now..to pretend everything is the same when so many things haf happened. i don't wanna lie anymore. i wanna live, bathing in the springs of TRUTH. without a single doubt in my mind that something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to all the people around me.. especially the ones who care about me most. i just want to keep to myself. they say time is the medication for stuff like tt. i believe it is too. for now, all i wanna do is.. be healed.. be cured.. be treated. hah it ain't a disease. relax. its the heart and body that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has been rather.. depressing, hasn't it? time to brighten things up. oh gawd. this is wat i mean by PRETENDING! UGHHH!! y do i haf to automatically pretend yet again n again? it's tearing me apart! well, to get along this lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channing tatum from she's the man is ADORABLE. HOT. CUTE. ugh!! i saw so many cute guys today.. *blush*.. from joyce's house to j8, to the pool.. to my house.. blah bla blah. hmmm i can't believe my swimming instructor so toot. he believed me wen i said i didnt bring my swimming costume wen i was wearing it! hah! n i was wearing a WHITE shirt over a black costume. gawd. either he act dumb.. or he really is dumb. hazel didnt come.. so it kinda sucked even more. first jia ning quits.. hazel's irregular attendance? asslose's(ashwiin) pressence? too much for me to take! UGH. so yeah, i handed him like 35 bucks, walked outta the pool. went to j8. sat there for 45 min. went home. wow. real productive. not. like i care anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. "......" keeps reminding me of that incident which made me a NERVOUS wreck! i'll die if i go anywhere near em! it just gives me a bigger headache over n over again. hmm how many times haf i typed "over n over again" so far? 3? 4? hah. nvm. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115409462629135444?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115409462629135444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115409462629135444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115409462629135444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115409462629135444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-i-flunked-my-sci-test.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115399781133412308</id><published>2006-07-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:17.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a little while since i blogged. LSC is getting worse &amp; worse. sickening!! now she picks on val too.. poor gal. tt freakin ass is so annoying! she said bad stuff to val abt GOD. wth!! she said stuff like "i noe u go to church, but do u believe in god?" or smtg like dat. couldn't hear tt well. won't go into details if not i'll loose my cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths n history common test today. quite alright i guess. kinda forgot some facts for history. like what chandragupta did.. blah bla blah. wat parameswara did for meleka. blah bla blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah i'm missing tuition YET AGAIN. weeeeeeee!! always give lame excuse.. till so pissed my teacher don even bother scolding me. wahahs! well to u,esp, i'm not tt guai kia as i seem. all my frens can testify for tt!! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the common test, i'm gonna sit with val!! n yak n yak n yak..maybe we'll bully 'him'. then go ditch 'him'. i mean me ditch 'him'. not val. wonder how i'm gonna do it.. yeah.no one noes who i'm refering to.. somehow i'm keeping to myself even more nowadays.. well, hell that's me. gonna be. at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's kinda sad.. jason seems so depressed. poor dude. uh huh we met him. wen hin wen, cher n i went to j8. prank call ppl. edwin, jason,theodore, zane. omg we r psychos!! met him at the playgrnd outside haagen daz.. he was like.. SO DEPRESSED. he kept so much to himself. he had SUCH a BLANK look on his face! made me n hin wen feel like crying again. (frm previous posts, u shld noe we're STILL sad.) cher was like.. erm.. u guys ok? lol sorry cher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we met em, we went to try on clothes. hah! all the esplanade drama girls haf decided to go for the grad night! to c our seniors one last time.. drama ain't the same without u guys! like all of u ppl esp the sec 5s!! like.. syed,wei xiang,zane,theodore,jason,ken,amaris,gowri,ngai hon(hahaha!) n de whole drama club seniors of 2006! we all love u!! so we're gonna spend $40 for tt ticket to c ya'll again. n cher n i(maybe hin wen too) r gonna wear the same outfit n dedicate it to u guys! hah! any connection?? watever i noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously feel my mom is over reacting. its just a stupid common test! y must she get so.. pissed with me cuz i'm not home before 3.30? sheesh. since my sis ran away, she's been nothing but, well.. over-protective. sorry.  but its true. i can't even use com! yea she doesn't noe i'm using the com now. i'm bad. wonder how i got nominated to be a councillor anyways. well, yeah it helps to haf many frens who r councillors ya noe? all that's left is the interview n i'll be wearing BLACK shoes!&lt;br /&gt;note to self: for interview..&lt;br /&gt;1. fold skirt once only&lt;br /&gt;2. pull socks up&lt;br /&gt;3. suck up. (i only do this wen i want it REAL bad. n yeah i really want it. i'm getting 50 bucks if i get into council!!)&lt;br /&gt;4. be friendier n more bubbly den usual..&lt;br /&gt;5. SMILE like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;6. pin hair up n comb like siao!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  hmm.. think more maturely. yup yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess that's it. so ya'll who're reading my blog n wants to be a councillor, those r tips tt u shld take note of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hin wen says if i get into council, i'll be in functions.. ok. wanna place bets, anyone? i'm up for anything as long as it doesn't suck by my standards. oh yeah, if they ask u y u wanna be a councillor, say "i don't know." it always works. just ask ngai hon. i'm SO gonna do that!! LOLs. i'd better get in,man. if not i'm gonna kill him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115399781133412308?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115399781133412308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115399781133412308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115399781133412308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115399781133412308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-little-while-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115374032863149451</id><published>2006-07-24T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:17.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.readersdigest.com.sg/rd/promotions/penpilot/form.jsp"&gt;http://www.readersdigest.com.sg/rd/promotions/penpilot/form.jsp&lt;/a&gt;  yay found it!! crazeeeeey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115374032863149451?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115374032863149451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115374032863149451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115374032863149451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115374032863149451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115373732988445164</id><published>2006-07-24T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:15:17.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m in love with paragon!! went there with my sis yesterday for dinner.. at thai express. omg their food is freakinng good!! (: oishi! we had bbq fish with some really hot thai sauce n THE BEST laksa! the stock was like.. fishy n everything. just the way i love it! dessert.. my fav part! [: banana fritters with coconut ice cream. i'm not a fan of coconut.. but this was done really well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had GREAT gelato at icekimo today.. at thompson plaza.. peach gelato. SHIOCK!! omg!! kk i better stop talking abt food le lahhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the man is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn i haf no mood to blog.. so.. another time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115373732988445164?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115373732988445164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115373732988445164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115373732988445164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115373732988445164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-m-in-love-with-paragon-went-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115364439296976402</id><published>2006-07-23T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:13.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess it's going alright. pretending is a great way to ignore certain stuff..but will it be better, i wonder.. wen it all comes back to me? a huge stack of troubles, worries,sadness back at me. willi be able to take it? procrastination. y,y,y? even for things i love doing.. i seem to be pushing them back. normal? i think not. even the readers digest competition.. i'm not able to qualify cuz u noe y? cuz i pushed it back.. thinking i had a lot of time another day. even wen i'm completely bored.. i don't seem to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the people around me would just leave me alone for a while.. i would be able to show the truth. i HATE having to smile wen i'm feeling lousy.. but i'm not even given a choice.. i HAVE to. y do i haf to be my normal self wen i'm not myself now? wth. hate pretending with my parents. it always gets worse.. wish they'd leave me alone for like 1 hr. if only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's here. he.. is in my house. the house that I live in. he ain't gonna get out anytime soon. unfortunately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another he is getting more and more.. fans. girls especially. yea i'm feeling a lil jealous. feeling crappy abt it.. don't even want to say anymore.. haiix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm my match is a cancerian? a taurian n a cancerian? umm.. ok.. cancers-june 21-july 22... right.. i noe a lot a lot of male cancers.. is tt supposed to mean something? well watever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has been a waste of time.. but i love LOVE blowing bubbles! bubble gum rocks! wahahs.. i ate so much ice cream. well, gelato actually. i had peach gelato. n the fresh peach flavor is astonishing! the texture was like.. somewhere between a soft serve ice cream n the dense, 'chewy' gelato.. it's just AMAZING. the flavours r so intriguing..surprisingly i found the slight tangy peach flavour refreshing. it's ever so slight tt u can barely notice it.. n the gelato just MELTES in ur mouth.. of course leting u taste it's full flavour b4 melting..omg m i promoting gelato? hah lol i think i'm doin a pretty good job, eh? wat the ehck does blowing bubbles n bubble gum got to do gelato anyway? erm.. k nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna go sleep or something. least i can forget everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115364439296976402?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115364439296976402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115364439296976402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115364439296976402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115364439296976402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-guess-its-going-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115356238965105139</id><published>2006-07-22T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:13.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots! the performance was a hit! we did really well! weeee!! happy tts it over!! (; we won't ever c the police officers again.. so.. bye. it was nice meeting n working(practising) with ya'll. bye cheah...edwin..bala..(however its spelled..) 2 of our seniors came to watch us perform. so happy!! (: thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam.. i'm so tired.. for starters, i slept REALLY late last night after running arnd the whole day.. racial harmony CRAP.. drama.. walked.. guang yang.. cc.. j8.. sku.. mac.. den swam 3km... sigh.. hmm den i walked A LOT to haf dinner becoz of some ass..n in the end.. i didn't eat at all. -_-" arg. i wanna kill em..  so well.. here i was.. carrying a freaking HEAVY bag for like.. the whole day.. my uniform.. drama clothes (consisting of freaking heavy jeans n a.. normal weight shirt..) my swimming stuff.. shoes.. blah blah blah. hmm i wonder how i managed to fit everything inside tt bag of mine.. o i noe! cuz i'm pro, diaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the cc.. clara, amirah n i kept doin the catwalk. so fun!! love ya'll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the racial harmony thing was kinda.. dull. sorry hin wen, u're in the NE thing.. n u planned n everything.. i noe.. sorry. we practically walked arnd A LOT. (cuz of tt idiot tt dragged me everywhere with her.. tt freak..) hah sorry. don't mean it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***blahs***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. waking up on a saturday morning SUCKS. esp at 8am!! damn!! i was like.. so freakin tired.. i practically had to drag myself outta the house..so tempted to go back n sleep. arg the temptation, ya noe? bla bla bla.. went to guang yang..practised.. warmed up. and man! the teachers(mr koh..wana lim..miss wong..) played an freaking bad joke on us. so dam convincing lor..they made it seem like they were fightin.. n it was like..the whole production would be over cuz of them. wahh catfight n the like. pro sia..acting rawks!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***after the production***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to buy bubble tea. n went to mac with clara.. hin wen.. rachel..cherilyn..navin.. i ate SO much! burger..fries..coke.. tea. argh.. then i had chicken wings.. -_-" ok fine.. 1 only. but it was like..huge! navin is so nice! he followed us to buy eyeliner.. try on clothes.. n perfume.. makeup.. blahs. he was even willing to haf GIRLS perfume on him. well..not like he had a choice or anything.. but he barely complained. n he had a bad bad headache! ): poor dude.. recover soon kays? we saw a tiny lil bit of singapore idol.. so many ppl.. so we went to the basket ball court..nah only cherilyn,hin wen n i. navin n clara left. (rachel left earliest..) we played truth. hah we bian tai.. keep talking abt making out.. we even pranked jason n told him cherilyn wanted to make out with him. freakingly funny!! ^_^ hehe.. yea it has no relation to truth.. but.. we were bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we went to hin wen's house to 'study'. i pretended to b cherilyn n she pretended to be me. her mom doesnt really allow anyone to go to her house unless its for studying purposes.. so we pretended tt 'kimberly'(act by cherilyn) is in sec 2. n me, 'cherilyn' pretend to be in 1 joy. tt part didnt change.. we just sat at the dining table n i pretended to be doin sec 2 maths cuz my tuition teacher teaches me in advance.. i had to act all clever n all. wat could we do wen we don't even haf any books to study in the 1st place??!! so we just sat there.. with hin wen's sec 2 books n passed messages.. sms n writing on paper. LOL. we're pros.. n very wu liao ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad picked me up.. so here i am.. blogging. gonna miss the 3 dudes. hah torturing them esp!! hmm i wish i took a photo of edwin looking all nerdy with hin wen in her all white together.. alomst holding hands!! sorry again hin wen.. but well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there ain't much to blog abt now.. just tt i'm tryna forget my depression. is avoiding it an option? do i haf a choice? my choice is to be left alone while i'm in this mood. i HATE pretending to be ok and smile wen i'm not. y must i keep lying to myself?! argh!! o damn. n i have to pretend tt nothing ever happened? this is much harder den i tot it would be. darn darn darn darn!!! wth.. forget it,kim.. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CA is so stressful. y must everyone expect me to be like the best n study 24/7?! pressure.. i dont work well with it. me n pressure. uh uh. i'll completely ignore it. n it takes a down toll on me. i am so not the type to do watever i haf to if tons of ppl r expecting a lot from me... ugh. i'm weird.. watever ppl.. cya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115356238965105139?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115356238965105139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115356238965105139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115356238965105139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115356238965105139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/woots-performance-was-hit-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115338777452476016</id><published>2006-07-20T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:13.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my freakinn life. hate hate hate! my depression is starting to ruin my life.. not dat my life was really really nice or anything.. it's just.. bearable.. but now? hah! 3 words.. SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs LSC took my phone n threw it 2 times! FUCK! i don care! i'll say it!! FUCK! arg!! i wanna kill tt woman! anyhow accuse ppl..pick on ppl n now throw ppl's phone!!! freak tt fugly ass bitch!! i wanna throw bowling balls tt weigh 30kg!! its heavy but it'll b my anger tt gives me strength to throw em at her!! so i was angry.. but it's depression tts taking over now.. i do get over setbacks pretty fast.. but this one ain't gonna let me go.. nothing seems to excite me anymore.. i wan hin wen n navin to cry with.. n cherilyn too i guess. most of u ppl wont noe y i'm depressed.. i cant remember if i posted the reason y in my last post at all.. who cares anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate today..i hate music lesson. music turned to be attire checking. damn she found out tt i used string!! n made me take it off n tuck in my shirt in my skirt. so uncomfortable n my shirt was tucked in so high!! n i had to do it infront of my whole class. depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain y i feel depressed. many of u wont ever noe.. n i dont care either. sch? i won't bother saying anything more.. this whole post's a total drag. a complete drag. i wish i had u by my side to take me thru... too bad u were just using me all along to get wat u want.. i'd do so many things i could for u..if u just asked me, things would've been different. right now, i just wanna b left alone.. to die. don't try to act like u care wen u really don't.. ur sugar coated words won't affect me anymore.. where were u wen my world is n was crashing down? even now.. u're no where to be found. it ain't only to me too.. wat abt all those girls n their feelings u played with? don't u feel guilty? my best fren got caught up in ur vaccuum.. only to turn on me becos of u. i, too was sucked up in ur vaccum,n i was melted by the way u said my name.. hah! a lie.. tt was. how could i haf been tt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry ellie..i was late n i didnt even meet u. my silly battery died on me.. perfect timing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i haf to write a compo.. readers digest. it doesnt seem to get me excited at all. my world's a blurr.. nothin is clear. all my frens r lying..well not all.. backstabbing, deceiving.. bad mouthing, u noe it. they do it.. right now all the ppl i love r.. xue ying..victoria lim.. hin wen..valerie(mallory).. joyce.. ASH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, as i'm blogging this.. someone just lied to me. my close fren.. deception.. lies.. illusions.. y cant my life b clear? y???!!! ugh. i told cha this would b shity. don't like it? don't read it. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115338777452476016?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115338777452476016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115338777452476016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115338777452476016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115338777452476016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-my-freakinn-life.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115330805853168060</id><published>2006-07-19T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:13.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo dudes n dudettes. mon n tues was a blast! the only thing tt i'll mention abt sku so far.. is tt the most HATED teacher on my list now is none other den my form teacher. fugly bitch. anyhow accuse ppl de!! freak her!! well lemme start frm the beggining.. mrs LSC saw a flower pot hanging on lennel's table. she asked who it was.. obviously no one answered. she said there was a devilish girl who did it. flower pot hanging on a table's a bad thing? doesnt even mean anything!! anyways shalin didnt come 2 sku ysd.. so i sat in her place. the f-ing yong en HAD to tell mrs loh. well she said " u r the devilish girl who put it there, right?" with out waiting for an answer, she just walked out if the classroom! i was laughing den cuz she called me devilish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i tot abt it n got quite angry, fuck! tt woman anyhow accused me! wth! i was pissed lorrs. accuse me cuz i change place? now she's making me to b a very bad person! she told shalin not to talk 2 me!! bad influence?! excuse me SHE ain't tt guai k? its just mrs LSC is BIASED!! freak la. well since shalin doesnt want to tell mrs LSC the truth.. that she aint guai kia n everything.. nor did she speak up for me.. i think she doesnt want to continue our frenship. since i'm such a bad influence, i''ll stay away from her. haiix but i can't really blame her. it would just make things a lot a lot a lot worse.. fuck LSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sku, clarity, ash n i went to j8. ate lunch at mac.. as usual.. den we went window shopping. hahs we decided to try on clothes without buying. so fun! lemme tell u.. don ever do tt in F.WOMEN. ever. the guy was like glaring at us lorrs. seiyu is good to do tt. really. did tt on mon n tues. SO FUN!! wahahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. fine day actually..till chi lesson. felt angry cuz victoria a. sabo-ed victoria lim.. den me. all cos she sat in the empty seat next to victoria lim.(val didnt come again) freak la. den chi teacher punish ME wen it was HER fault. i m SO not sitting near her again! n it so aint the 1st time.. chi teacher kept me till 2.15 cos of vic a!! drama start at 2! late sia! i met clarity n navin. clarity found out something abt someone.. tt jerk. navin was backstabbed. i felt used, betrayed n backstabbed. we were all so depressed like hell. till we all cried.. sigh.. yeah all 3 of us. even navin. the whole drama club was like.. "r u ok?" heh.. it felt silly lying tt i felt ok wen i didnt. we all had suicidal thoughts.. it sucked. our lives.. i was even willing to miss a session of drama cuz i was so depressed i just wanted to curl up n cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an hr later.. we began to feel better. drama's the remedy. really.. we felt better! tons better! hmmm it was kinda weird cuz edwin asked me y i cried. pai seh!! i hate having ppl c me cry.. hate hate hate! of course i hate mrs LSC more la.. but i'm not gg go into tt matter. we played games during the time tt we were supposed to b rehearsing cuz teachers were too busy.. played truth or dare and honey if u love me would u pls just smile.. it was fun fun fun!!!! instant cheer up. i just love clarity n cherlyn.. u guys made me feel so much better! hearts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg. i g2g soon.. sighs.. wish i could blog more but.. well.. sayonara! blasting off into depression once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115330805853168060?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115330805853168060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115330805853168060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115330805853168060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115330805853168060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-dudes-n-dudettes.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115303982280345940</id><published>2006-07-16T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it really surprises me how easily we can b affected by the ppl arnd us.. take kai lin for example.. she's changed so much till she's like any normal girl.. not astounding in any way.. she used to be a goth.. a goth tt didnt care wat ppl said or tot abt her. too bad she's changed.. wat is happening to this world of ours?? y r we becoming so easily manipulated so as to be clones? y r we becoming the same?? Y? y r we all likin the same ppl n stuff, disliking the same stuff n ppl? i've come to realise one thing this past year.. the world today is no longer wat it is anymore. how sad.. how can we not notice something is happening in this great big world of ours?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When music really mattered and when radio was king, when accountants didn't have control and the media couldn't buy ur soul. And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything. When pop stars still remained a myth, And ignorance could still be bliss. And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale. When my mom and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the shit is wrong with our world??!! i love this modern world of ours but i feel somewhat.. well.. disappointed... too ughed out, ya get wat i mean? its a'right if ya dont.. tons of ppl dont even care anyways.. so y would an arse like u? no offense. not. just think abt it.. hardly any one does in this world other den hippies n me. but i'm so not a hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah..my mom's coming home tonight. woots! wahahs i can't wait! i'd so rather live with my mom den my grandma.. cuz my mom gives me more freedom den my grandma. n by my mom's standards..my grandma IS SO STRICT. so.. yea watev. i noe.. this post is crappy.. don bug me abt it. ever. if ya do.. y'd ya bother coming to my blog in the 1st place?? d'oh... cuz u wanna read wat i post right? hehe pw protected so u bitches can't c watever i blog. tts right. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh i'm pissed. y can't tt freaking sucker just leave me alone instead of asking me to send her emoticons?! i blocked her n she email me. f***!!! she didnt just email me once.. she sent me 43 emails in like.. hmm wait lemme check. 10 minutes.. wat the toot lah... f-ing annoying! now ppl keep talking to me wen i don't want em to. i want to b left alone now. i'm in an unreasonable mood now, don get in my way. till i'ma out of it. o f***!! the TV got so many censored sounds! either change the channel jie.. OR turn off the volume!! unreasonable. i did warn ya'll. blame it on urself for bothering to read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna bother posting any other fashion pics till the F-ED UP CENSORED SOUNDS ON MTV DONT STOP. f u freaking girl who watches stupid tv! omfg!! even more censore sounds! i'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pisssssssssssssedddddddddddddddddd!!! ugh!!! oh tt made me feel better. weeee i'm not in my unreasonable mood no more! (: too bad i don feel like blogging no more. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toooooooooodlesssss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115303982280345940?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303982280345940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115303982280345940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115303982280345940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115303982280345940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-really-surprises-me-how-easily-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115297655172146374</id><published>2006-07-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/pink%20sweater,brown%20top,%20long%20tan%20skirt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/200/pink%20sweater%2Cbrown%20top%2C%20long%20tan%20skirt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/black%20&amp;%20red%20corset%20n%20black%20skirt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/200/black%20%26%20red%20corset%20n%20black%20skirt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/yellow%20strapless%20top.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/200/yellow%20strapless%20top.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/black%20shoulder%20off.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/200/black%20shoulder%20off.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/blue%20striped%20skirt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/200/blue%20striped%20skirt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE fashion. LOVE IT!! so much fun dressing up! i'd post all the pics of clothes if there i were able to. too bad i gotta take it slow. well.. here ya go. i'll post 5 everyday. i'll design some too... it's freaking fun! here ya'll go. sha.. look at em everytime huh? btw my scrapbook of drawings r in my locker. ew.. remind me to copy it all down den burn my scrap book. or mayb i'll disinfect it. like it will work, blahs! anyways.. back to the drawing table..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115297655172146374?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115297655172146374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115297655172146374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115297655172146374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115297655172146374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115294337058104637</id><published>2006-07-14T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. wow. wow. it's surprising how someone's love can be so deep that it can actually last 6 yrs. i'm talking abt crushes. not bgrs. PRO. too bad the freaking guy doesn want to accept her. that jerk. if she were my bff..i'd pity her so much tt i would jump off the building cuz of grief. thankfully, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my dad's house &amp; i'm frigging bored. wat else is new? now instead of being hungry, i'm thirsty. -_-" diaos. this farmland seaweed 'flavour' chips r real good.. i'm eating like there's no tmw. that's y i'm not hungry.. i post the weirdest of things. now ya noe y ellie &amp;amp; i get along so well, don't cha??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm STILL hafing shoulder n neck pain. y won't i ever do warm ups first b4 my killer work-out??? ugh!! oh man.. victoria is spamming me with emoticons.. erms dots.. -_-" watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i forgot to post abt photo day.(did i even mention it in the first place??) well i think it was a distaster. i shldn't haf cut my hair. cuz the wind blows my hair &amp; makes it stand. WTH!! n so many ppl haf said i look better last time.. haiix. i think i look ok wen my hair obeys me but it gets rebellious.. hate it. reason y i cut my hair, kai hong, is cuz everywhere u turn in sku, r girls with tied long hair. i wanna b different, so i haf short hair. is tt a prob? but so wat if i look weird?? i M WEIRD for ur info.. of cos i wanna look nice. who wouldn't? but oh crap. like i'll listen to u fools for following the crowd. indivisuality rawks. it's wat make the world go round n keeps us from dying of boredom cuz everyone looks,talks,eats,looks the same. esp for ppl like me who get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf abt tt. my sat has been pretty boring.. ntg much happening at all. omg i serously LOVE yahoo avatars!! they haf clothes tt r so hot. yea tts the reason y i created an account in the first place. "walao.. u v bo liao right?" kai hong's msg to me. wahahs!! told cha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams r coming. not surprisingly, i don feel pressured at all. i just watch my peers mugging n bla blah bla. i'm naturally smart. i don study or listen to wat the teacher is saying or writing n i can get top 15. the irony.. some ppl study all day long n barely even pass while here i m just playing all day long n i'm top 15. or was it 10? sorri. i wasn't listening to teacher talking.. hahs like i said, naturally smart!! wahahs! self-praise is international disgrace. i noe wat u're thinking dudes n dudettes. i noe.. now ya noe y i'm so lackasidical. (something like dat..) my behavior explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for a conversational jap class.. i chao hope to be able to blog abt my blog only in full fluent jap for him! too bad it's only like 1 session? on tues or something. o crap. i haf something on tues.. wat the heck is it? arg i got a feeling tt i haf somethin but i cant remember wat.. erms well.. uhh.. anyone noes? awww man, looks like i haf 2 sms everyone t check. shit. is it the day to watch POTC2? can't watch on aug 4th anymore.. don think it'll be showing so long. is it..? or is it the day tt my mom comes back n i haf 2 go airport? o wait.. my mom's coming home on sunday or mon.. ehh.. nvm i'll take the long way, haiixz. yay my mom's coming home soon! n she's got tons of nice stuff for my sis &amp;amp; i!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! lols i'm like an idiot now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop calling me naive ppl. it's annoying. i don even noe y u call me naive anyways. omg.. i just foung someone tt looks EXACTLY like joyce!! OMG!! well, i'll go post tt pic some other time.. lazier den usual now. lazier 2 continue blogging, so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115294337058104637?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115294337058104637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115294337058104637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115294337058104637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115294337058104637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115288449804146468</id><published>2006-07-14T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zzzzzzzzzzzz.. opps sorri. i fell asleep for 10 seconds cuz i was too tired.. yea swimming as usual. swam 60 laps today. i need 2 die. my speed is gd.. but my stamina 100% SUCKS. i swim freestyle n backstroke 20 laps tired le ah!! i m SO famished! the only thing tt i've eaten today was a burger for recess. I'M SO HUNGRY &amp; I DON'T HAF DINNER!! i don wan eat bei bei mian. sian la.. ntg better to eat.. forget it. diet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was pretti fine. mrs loh lost her head. she was f-ing MAD. all cuz our classroom was messy. den she yakked abt us not listening to her n soon she's gonna quit being our form teacher...bla bla blah. tempted to pull down my socks today while she was yakking wen she suddenly look at me n said "i've told all of u not to wear ankle socks or to pull down ur sku socks" *looks at me for 20 seconds* *i blush.. of embarassment lahhs* she tells stacia to tie her hair up for the like 5th time. n scolds her blah blah. this part i was smiling like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was so FUN. girls played badminton while guys play bball. n ben does not noe how 2 throw or dribble a ball. jking, sorry! i played wiht ash,shalin n wan yee. later i played with ragu, mitchell,nat chua n benjamin. me VS the 4 of them. diaos. actually ash, shal n wan yee were there but the boys purposely make the shuttle thingy go to me.. now ragu wants a 1 on 1. no problem. i'll take u on any time. n kick ur sick butt! hahahaha! no offense. i wont win de lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of sku was.. boring. not gonna blog abt it much.. before drama.. renice, ellie n pretty much most of the drama girls frm esplanade performance met for 'lunch'. didnt eat at all.. -_-" i kicked ellie's butt so many times! literally. i've passed it frm Xy to her. i ain't les. just pissing ppl off. (16 times. ya i counted) drama was good. fun! fun! fun! i took videos of edwin n ellie. oh man she was so pissed with me.. edwin is like strong. really. he took my phone away frm me n he put it into his pocket. i'm not tt despo, ain't gonna reach into his pocket. but.. ahh nvm. i could barely even take it back frm him lorrs.. his grip is damn tight lor. ellie complained too. so it ain't just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after drama we went to mac. as usual. it seems like our hangout now. everyday its "wen we gg to mac?" instead of the usual "r u gg to mac?" c the difference? i went straight to swimming later. omg my shoulders r aching! my load was SO heavy. i was carrying sku bag n my silly swimming bag! WTF. i cam home wearing nike shorts n KCP pe uni, pai seh!! n i was carrying a ripcurl plastic bag with my shoes.. n my converse bag with my swimming bag inside. HEAVY. i need a massage. badly need!! args... i'm so tired.. n hungry. i want ice cream so much..! well i'm gonna try to solve my food prob now. tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115288449804146468?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288449804146468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115288449804146468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115288449804146468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115288449804146468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/zzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115270647593043683</id><published>2006-07-12T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/CR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="321" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/CR.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/_Cristiano_Ronaldo%20wreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/320/_Cristiano_Ronaldo%20wreak.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised XY i'd upload more pics of c. ronaldo.. so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the substitute for the song tt i currently LOVE. it would've been sayonara to breaking free but.. there wasn't even CHRISTINA AGUILERA on iwebmusic.com can u believe it? she's so popular!! idiot much.. k nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de choral reading was shity. so embarassing. i need 2 cry. serious. i dont even want to talk abt it. just tt like a lot of ppl smsed me LOLS. haiix.. nvm, like 18 ppl if i'm not wrong. fantastic larrs.. just wat i wanted 2 start my day.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a new fren today. renice. i love tt name. i heard it only a few times my whole life. so unique!!! met her thru hin wen. at the library. cuz of some borrowing book thingy. i love books! u wont believe me wen i tell u i'm actually a book worm. but currently the % of magazines i haf more den books r 40% more. believe. but i seriously LOVE BOOKS!! lol ok stupid thing 2 say now anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had drama today. now cuz there's a performance for crime prevention of something.. we only haf 30 min 2 eat (at macdonalds) n RUSH back. as in run. nah.. walk fast. hah.. ellie n i had a mcflurry n coke. o &amp; she had a packet of fries too. which she dunked into my mcflurry. it had this disgusting oily taste in my mcflurry. so disgusting.. cant believe i ate a quarter of the mcflurry n i felt full. -_-" well actually so did hin wen. only shalin finished her nuggets, fries n coke. pro. even after drama.. we went 2 mac AGAIN N ATE. we r so getting fat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama was ok.. not very fun. i was just sitting there stoning. not much acting to be done at all. hahahahahhahaha hin wen is playing as edwin's girlfren!! n he is the FUNNIEST guy EVER!! he made franciscus laugh like.. an idiot!! muahahahhahs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn. ppl keep asking me to do this type of stuff n wont stop bugging me till i do it. so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES&lt;/strong&gt;: Do the following without complains. Choose 5 people to do this after you have completed yours. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TEN FAVOURITES&lt;br /&gt;favourite colors: every colour actually.. no favs..&lt;br /&gt;favourite food: pretty much everything..&lt;br /&gt;favourite song: OMG there r like tons!&lt;br /&gt;favourite movie: -_-" do i haf 2 repeat my self? TONS&lt;br /&gt;sport: duh? u must b an idiot if u dont know. SWIMMING!!&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream flavours: cookies &amp;amp; cream&lt;br /&gt;favourite countries: PARIS,Japan,Europe,USA&lt;br /&gt;favourite thing: my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR NINE CURRENTS&lt;br /&gt;current mood: bored.. happy?&lt;br /&gt;clothes: Orange shirt &amp;amp; shorts.&lt;br /&gt;current desktop: A pictue of the PCD!!&lt;br /&gt;current toe nails: Its natural&lt;br /&gt;colourcurrent time: huh?&lt;br /&gt;current annoyance: ASSES.&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: bzzzzzzzzzzt. barely any&lt;br /&gt;How bad everything seems to turn outcurrent songs: duno. too lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR EIGHT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;first boyfriend: hello? public much..&lt;br /&gt;first crush: Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;first movie: Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: Primary 1.. or 2&lt;br /&gt;first lie: I bet I started to lie when I first learnt how to talk&lt;br /&gt;first music: Probably Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars. Like i know&lt;br /&gt;first cry: 10 may&lt;br /&gt;past le ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SIX LAST&lt;br /&gt;last drink: Water&lt;br /&gt;last crush: like i would say here&lt;br /&gt;last movie seen: just my luck?&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: uhh.. i duno&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;erm.. tee-shirt.. shorts.. tts all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1) breathe&lt;br /&gt;2) yawn&lt;br /&gt;3) talk&lt;br /&gt;4) draw my leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HEAR RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1) Breaking Free from High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;2) Myself typing&lt;br /&gt;3) My sister snoring. (hah not really..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1) My phone&lt;br /&gt;2) FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING I DO WHEN IM BORED:&lt;br /&gt;sms people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO I WANT TO DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;1) joyce&lt;br /&gt;2) amirah&lt;br /&gt;3) hin wen&lt;br /&gt;4) hazel&lt;br /&gt;5) valerie (malorie... LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabo AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115270647593043683?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115270647593043683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115270647593043683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115270647593043683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115270647593043683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-promised-xy-id-upload-more-pics-of-c.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115262302603122036</id><published>2006-07-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet another embarassing thing is gonna happen to me.. guess wat? well for the coral reading thing..(which sucks btw..) I.. wait. i'm looking for the underlining thing now.. where is it..? err.. ok nvm i'm only wasting my time.. neways I haf 2 be the idoit dat has 2 act for our poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go to ur room"&lt;br /&gt;he screams&lt;br /&gt;As i walk&lt;br /&gt;with every step&lt;br /&gt;i feel its the end of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to talk to u&lt;br /&gt;But u nvr seem to hear.&lt;br /&gt;u dont even haf a clue&lt;br /&gt;what this is doing to me&lt;br /&gt;as i sit in my room and cry&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm going to die&lt;br /&gt;I hide under a blanket and hear a knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;i wish they would let me be&lt;br /&gt;As i fall into a deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;Only then i feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! thats it. N I HAF 2 ACT FOR IT. freaking shit! lucky only lower sec lah.. whole sku i will seriously DIE. oh man.. i got 'tricked' by ashley to be the girl from the poem.. watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______'s life-saving quest&lt;br /&gt;Please state five people. for the one you love/like the most.&lt;br /&gt;people,don't kill me. no offense,ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;1)Joyce&lt;br /&gt;2)Xue ying&lt;br /&gt;3)Ashlee&lt;br /&gt;4)Shalin&lt;br /&gt;5)Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most intimate thing you've down with (1)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a lesbian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever kissed (5) before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not reading properly? I'M NOT A LES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the most recent thing you did with (3)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to her on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are (2)'s bad habits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hardly anything, untidy, maybe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is (4) an introvert or extrovert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-" dumb question. EXTROVERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does (3) resemble?&lt;br /&gt;Chi Zue from THE CELESTIAL ZONE. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are (4) 's hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;plotting evil plans. LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, choose five people to do this quest.&lt;br /&gt;.ASHLEE.&lt;br /&gt;.AMIRAH.&lt;br /&gt;.HIN WEN.&lt;br /&gt;.JOYCE.&lt;br /&gt;.CLARA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahs! i sabo people!! (: weeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115262302603122036?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115262302603122036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115262302603122036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115262302603122036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115262302603122036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yet-another-embarassing-thing-is-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115253365084455862</id><published>2006-07-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeee!!! italy won the match! yeah!! i won $50!! hahs like real... if only it was true. i love u italy! thanks for beating france!! *muacks* i only won abt 10 bucks. but i think i gotta give shalin $15 soon. or was it $25? dots.. well it was cuz i bet mrs loh wouldnt choose my compo for the compo. i forgot she has a way 2 get mrs loh 2 choose mine.. sigh. bye my beloved $15 or $25.. whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i went 2 watch just my luck with ashley today. i think i over-estimated the show. kinda disappointing n well.. sad to say.. boring. but today, on the way 2 j8, a freakin THING landed on my shirt! i screamed n screamed like a mental patient. i've got mental problems but i ain't a patient. OMG it was like orange n black n had many many feet! hahs my new skin colours. i freaked n freaked. i was like jumping up n down non-stop. that sure attracted tons of stares.. but if it landed on my arm or anything, i think i would've bitten my arm off. yea i hate bugs or scorpions or caterpillars or anything like tt. even butterflies. actually i like their beautiful wings but i hate the thing or insect that has the wings. yeh i ain't making sense now. i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man there's a lit test tmw. n i haf TONS of hw to do.. crap. i haven't even bought textbooks n certain workbooks yet! damn damn damn. i guess the good thing's tt i don haf to sit with ragu/nat gay. mrs loh doesn't remember!! Woots! toot ah.. o darn i don't noe where my bridge of teribithia book is! die! tmw got test! damn damn damn.. better go borrow book again. hah i love this system of ppl (mostly me..) borrowing other ppls books den returning later cuz they either lost it or forgot to bring.. so convienient.. muahahs! just like me to do stuff like dat. i noe.. well any1 wanna watch POTC 2? on aug 4th? (xy's bday toots!! somehow we haf a hung up abt watching rlly cool movies not on some1's bday. don ask y.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again my grandma forces me to eat.. but her chicken shop today was good. my grangma gave my sis 2 pieces. (they're huge!) hahs n i only got 1. biased! o wait.. its a good thing! my sis gets FATER!! YES!! hehe i'm evil.. hehe shld feed her more.. den she will ask me to x-change skirt sizes with her. yeah!! den i don haf 2 wear stoopid skirt tt is so loose anymore! so loose tt even haf 2 wear belt n after folding n altering the size.. lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is so troublesome.. n i suck at all this techy stuff. in case u're a bit slow n dont noe tt now.. aww man. i needa get ash to help me. damn she rocks at this.. unlike an idiot here.. diaos..&lt;br /&gt;bleahs.. i duno wat i shld do.. bored.. got hw to do but i haf no idea where my books r.. man i gotta buck up. CAs coming very soon. like 2 weeks? or was it 3? garsh i don even noe.. watever. think i'll go 'repair' my silly frustrating blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles ya'll! (:             $158.25 to dearie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115253365084455862?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115253365084455862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115253365084455862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115253365084455862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115253365084455862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/weeeee-italy-won-match-yeah-i-won-50.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115243792704696232</id><published>2006-07-09T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/cristiano_ronaldo_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/400/cristiano_ronaldo_.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sis&amp;i went 2 catch the match at our gramp's house ysd..ended up spending the night there. i can't remember the last time we actually stayed over.. it seems so long ago..nvm that so ain't the issue. well abt the game. i hate PETIT!! that ass! he's a traitor!! he helped germany score a goal!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/1600/cristiano_ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2750/664/400/cristiano_ronaldo.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WTF?! freak him la.. i must say the 21 year old german guy who scored is quite good. but oliver kahn is the best goalie!! worst is por's goalkeeper..(ricardo) -_-" so easy 2 block also cannot. but.. PETIT IS THE FREAKIEST ASS!!!! i wanna throw eggs n tomatoes for him!! if u toots can't guess which team i'm rooting for now.. u deserve 2 b burried alive. sheesh. germany has THE BEST GOALIE!! TOO GOOD LE!! poor por only scored once. &amp; it was like.. an accident. he (i forgot who le.. pai seh)was flying.. another dude kicked the ball.. kahn blocked.. but the guy who was flying very qiao his head hit the ball n landed in the net. err.. ok i'm gettign confused with my sentence... dots.. nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess u guys must b wondering y there's c. ronaldo's picture here. he's getting cuter every time i look at his pics. lolx XY's influence! the pics r for her!! go xy!! rock on girl! hahs y m i talking abt her anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching football is like so addictive. i'm gonna stay up n watch tonight. i really want italy 2 win!! i so freakinn hate france..GO ITALY!! lolerz. thankfully sku starts later tmw.. if not i'll be a walkin zombie tmw. cuz i won't sleep after the match till like 4++. eating ice cream or chips.. i forgot 2 mention tt i ate A LOT ysd with my gramps. like curry puff.. chips.. yoghurt.. omg my grandma 'forced' me to eat! i was BLOATED!! woke up today still feelin stuffed. but my grandma bought EVEN more food 2 my house..i mean to the house tt i live in. lolx. n eat again. darn i'll come home really late this week till my mom gets back. least she doesnt give me so much to eat. o man, i STILL feel so full.. needa puke!! *bleahs* ok i'll stop talking abt how bloated i feel. makes me wanna puke more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er.. wat else shld i blog abt? i guess my day? my sunday was so boring. didnt go church cuz it was raining so much.. o man there's d&amp;amp;t tmw. n guys.. try to conceal ur surprise cuz i found my timetable k? i hate d&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;t!! i'd rather take f&amp;n like my sis or art! least i got an A for both.. sheesh. hmmm but thinking of using a saw strangely appeals 2 me.. for 1joy ppl, i'm sure u noe wat i'm thinking.. for others i aint gonna tell ya! muahahs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehs.. i must sit with ragu or nat gay in class. ya wanna noe y? biang, too pai sei to even mention. man, yu teng's gonna hate me. SORRY!! n its RIGHT infront of the class. WTF?! i haf 2 bring every single book 2 sku n i can't use my phone!! but the worst thing.. is sitting directly infront of chua yong en!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT LIVE WITH THAT. FOR LIKE 1 &amp;amp; A HALF MONTHS SOMEMORE!! I CAN DIEEEEEEEEE... oh mama n papi. dear lord.. PUH LEASE (pretty pretty pretty pls..)help me escape this one!sitting infront of CYE is a catastrophe!! a disaster!! a.. *sigh* calm down kim.. calm down. "breathe in slowly.. now breathe out.. relaxxxxxxxxxxx..." hope mrs loh doesn't remember tt i haf 2 change place.. i better start hoping tt i m invisible now. this time.. i want to be!! *sobs* my life will be even worse wen i tell u nat chua is sitting next to CYE. both chuas.. r gonna make my life a LIVING HELL!! ok not so bad.. but.. CYE's gonna make fun of cristanoe ronaldo! i mean.. c. ronaldo is like f-ing hot! hah i choose to believe CYE is just jealous of his looks n skills. eat my dust!! lol now this time its personal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time for dinner.. -____-" i'm gg 2 die!! omg!! i cant eat anymore! haiix. mom! faster come home! i miss ya!! I CANT EAT ANYMORE. ANY1 IN SKU ASKS ME 2 EAT I'M GONNA SLAP U!! 1 meal for my grandma is 2 n a half meals for me!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! oh no.. she's asking me 2 eat now.. haiix. bye ya'll.. hope my skirt size doesn't increase..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115243792704696232?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115243792704696232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115243792704696232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115243792704696232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115243792704696232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sis-half-months-somemore-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26380276.post-115234379946882177</id><published>2006-07-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:06:12.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id="'Title'" style="'font:bold"&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" style="'display:block;width:300px;border:solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/c/ciara/12_step_ft_missy_elliott.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;1,2 STEP (FT. MISSY ELLIOTT) (Ciara)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" src="'http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/c/ciara/12_step_ft_missy_elliott_108735.asx'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" width="'300'" height="'300'" autostart="'false'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.videocodezone.com/'"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, Ladies and gentlemen,This is a Jazze Phizal (Jazze Phizal) productshizzle,Missy (Missy),The princess is here,(She's here) Ciara, This beat is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatic Supersonic Hypnotic, funky fresh Work my body so melodic,The beat flows right through my chest,Everybody Ma and poppy Came to party,Grab somebodyWork your body, work your body,Let me see you 1, 2 step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock it, don't stop it,Everybody get on the floor,crank the party up,We about to get it on,(Let me see ya)1,2 step,(I love it when ya 1,2 step)(Everybody)1,2 step,We about to get it on (this beat is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OutrageousSo contageousMake you crave it (Jazze made it!)So retarded, top charted,Ever since the day I started,Strut my stuff and yes i flaunt it,Goodies make the boys jump on it (Jump on it)No i can't control myself,Now let me do my 1, 2 stepRock it, don't stop it,Everybody get on the floor,crank the party up,We about to get it on,(Let me see ya)1,2 step,(I love it when ya)1,2 step(Everybody)1,2 step,We about to get it on (this beat is)[Missy](Now we gonna step it like this Hooooweee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter to me,We can dace slow(Ladies and gentlemen),Whichever way the beats drop,Our bodies will go(I like this ah),So swing it over here,Mr. DJ,(Hey, Hey)And we will, we wil rock you up It don't matter to me,We can dance slow(Dance slow yeah)Whichever way the beats drop,Our bodies wil go,So swing overhere, Mr. DJ,(Ladies and Gentlemen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will, we will rock you,(Let's shake!)[Missy]I shake it like jello,Make the boys say hello,Cause they know im rockin' the beat(Rocking the beat)I know you heard about a lot of great MC's,But the aint got nothing on me (nothing on me),Because i'm 5 foot 2,I wanna dance with you,And im sophisticated fun,I eat filet mignon,And i'm nice and young,Best believe im number one(Whoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock it, don't stop it,Everybody get on the floor,Wake the party up,We about to get it on,(Let me see ya'll)1,2 step,(I love it when ya'll)1,2 step(Everybody)1,2 step,We about to get it on (this beat is)Rock it, don't stop it,Everybody get on the floor,Wake the party up,We about to get it on,(Let me see ya)1,2 step,(I love it when ya)1,2 step(Everybody)1,2 step,We about to get it on (this beat is)This is for the hearing impaired,A Jazze Pha production, (oooohweee), (oooohwee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahs. i'm obsessed with lyrics. just now it was SOS by rihanna. now 1,2 step by ciara n some other guy. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26380276-115234379946882177?l=pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/feeds/115234379946882177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26380276&amp;postID=115234379946882177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115234379946882177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26380276/posts/default/115234379946882177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkeyeliner-.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115234379946882177.html' title=''/><author><name>ThiS iS kIm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513085267897404707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
