<?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-6715312</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:51:16.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is something Unexplainable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715312.post-4412710040444839122</id><published>2009-02-05T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:30:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im just thinking of something, you know?&lt;br /&gt;no you dont.&lt;br /&gt;why? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contradictive? yet true.&lt;br /&gt;nonsensical? yet its true again.&lt;br /&gt;wrong? is it? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;and neither does any of you.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, so do i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-4412710040444839122?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/4412710040444839122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=4412710040444839122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4412710040444839122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4412710040444839122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-thinking-of-something-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-886456618856671092</id><published>2009-01-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:22:59.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes out my window&lt;br /&gt;I notice that you've been crying over him&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why you just don't&lt;br /&gt;Kick him to the curb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see love at first is summer time&lt;br /&gt;That's when you think that everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;No one ever thinks its gonna end&lt;br /&gt;But when things go wrong and winter comes&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna need to run to someone&lt;br /&gt;Left alone you'll just freeze up again&lt;br /&gt;But you should know&lt;br /&gt;When it gets too cold&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll melt the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Screaming on the phone over&lt;br /&gt;something that he did&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what can I do&lt;br /&gt;To make you throw him out&lt;br /&gt;so you can let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll melt the snow&lt;br /&gt;Ill melt the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you should know&lt;br /&gt;When it gets too cold&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll melt the snow&lt;br /&gt;I'll melt the snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-886456618856671092?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/886456618856671092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=886456618856671092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/886456618856671092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/886456618856671092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-out-my-window-i-notice-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-4694968436685653057</id><published>2008-07-04T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:19:21.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just something i stole from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davin&lt;/span&gt;'s blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIRGO - the perfectionist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationship. Conservative.&lt;br /&gt;Alwats wants the last word. Argumentative.&lt;br /&gt;Worries. Very smart. Eager. Loyal. Hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes noise &amp;amp; chaos. Beautiful. Easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to please. Harsh. Often shy.&lt;br /&gt;Practical and very fussy. Pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this sure's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-4694968436685653057?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/4694968436685653057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=4694968436685653057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4694968436685653057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4694968436685653057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-something-i-stole-from-davin-s.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-9013251955906588063</id><published>2008-07-04T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T17:11:26.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Davin says tt these are true:&lt;br /&gt;is tt how he felt about Andrea? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all daybut before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Don't talk about your guy friends toyour boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously,listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--A guy has more problems than you cansee with your naked eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss Onse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-9013251955906588063?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/9013251955906588063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=9013251955906588063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/9013251955906588063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/9013251955906588063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2008/07/davin-says-tt-these-are-true-is-tt-how.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-4563590068651080508</id><published>2008-05-24T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:39:52.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;           Some things are as boring as the dust that clings to your TV screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take toothpaste&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.thehappyguy.com/jelly-beans-or-toothpaste.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green ! important; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:green;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: green ! important; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for example.&lt;/b&gt; If you happen to be a radical mint enthusiast, brushing your teeth might be the highlight of your day. You might have the shiniest teeth in town. You might not want to interrupt your brushing for dinner.. unless the menu includes mint jelly marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Huh? Why would something parents try so hard to discourage kids from putting in their mouths smell like blueberries and bananas and cherries, when the toothpaste we try so hard to encourage them to put in their mouths comes in just mint.&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/6715312-4563590068651080508?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/4563590068651080508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=4563590068651080508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4563590068651080508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4563590068651080508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-are-as-boring-as-dust-that.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-3997148395608752898</id><published>2008-05-02T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:00:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Cindy_Sudewo/710897086" title="Cindy Sudewo's Facebook profile" target="_TOP"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 63px;" src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/710897086.250.1321714385.png" alt="Cindy Sudewo's Facebook profile" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{click on the image for link}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-3997148395608752898?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/3997148395608752898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=3997148395608752898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/3997148395608752898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/3997148395608752898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2008/05/cindy-sudewos-facebook-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-2677729131796206012</id><published>2008-03-20T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:19:30.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ISWAK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt; funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can die just by laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-2677729131796206012?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/2677729131796206012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=2677729131796206012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/2677729131796206012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/2677729131796206012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2008/03/iswak-is-sooooo-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-4866475007415418838</id><published>2007-07-01T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:38:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is the most versatile sport around. There are so many types of kisses to choose from – at least one for just about any occasion. There is the quick peck on the cheek kiss, the peck on each cheek kiss, the peck on your nephew's cheek kiss while grabbing the other cheek flab with your hand, the wildly passionate kiss, the elegant kiss on the hand, the dreaded kiss of death, the "Hey you! Kiss this!", and even the Florida town of Kissimmee (founded, no doubt, by early Italian pioneer kissers). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Art of Kissing Is Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is easy to transport.  It really doesn't matter where you are.  You can kiss: at the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; gym&lt;/span&gt;, in the boardroom, in the space shuttle, even in Alaska from June through September.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing requires so little equipment, which means you can do it even when not prepared for the occasion, and even when you have to travel light. This makes it the ideal participation sport for businessmen, world travelers and marsupial groupies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing always livens things up. Try this: the next time you are in an oh-so-booooring meeting that seems to last oh-so-foreeeeever, why not just kiss somebody. Go ahead; try it. See how it livens things up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissing is legal in all 50 states and most earth-bound countries.&lt;/b&gt;  Rumors are circulating that kissing will even be legalized soon on Mars, Jupiter and in Afghanistan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is 100% biodegradable, so when you kiss somebody, you help the environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is safe to do in a moving vehicle, as long as you are not driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is non toxic...unless you kiss somebody who has just swallowed a bottle of Drano. Even so, kissing is still safe, as long as you do not use your mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissing is non-fattening.&lt;/b&gt; This is perhaps the best news of all, because dieters now have something to keep their mouths busy while not eating, and smokers can quit smoking without having to chew candies until they a) need to diet or b) induce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kissing is organic, low in sodium, preservative-free, low in saturated fats and does not contain dozens of delicious ingredients that cannot be pronounced, like javelchromopntheoremicherbicidic acid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most kisses are not tested on animals, but who am I to stifle your sense of adventure?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can kiss just about everyone: your boyfriend, your aunt, your wife, your veterinarian, the Prime Minister of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick and your pet aardvark. Don't try kissing them all at the same time, though...especially not your boyfriend and your wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissing meets the toughest safety regulations&lt;/b&gt; of any national or international sporting organization. Kissing has a tremendous safety record, except for the occasional locked braces. But a quick call for a AAA tow truck fixes that problem (CAA in Canada, AA in the UK, the local plumber in France) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-4866475007415418838?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/4866475007415418838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=4866475007415418838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4866475007415418838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/4866475007415418838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2007/07/kissing-is-most-versatile-sport-around.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-116986480336720041</id><published>2007-01-27T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:26:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darling true&lt;br /&gt;To me you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;Vast as you can be&lt;br /&gt;And deep the shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling low&lt;br /&gt;To whom else do you go&lt;br /&gt;See I cry if you hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my last shirt&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sky should fall&lt;br /&gt;Would you even call&lt;br /&gt;Opened up my heart&lt;br /&gt;I never want to part&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I love you when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Tell me darlin' true&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Could you find a love in me&lt;br /&gt;Could you carve me in a tree&lt;br /&gt;Don't fill my heart with lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-116986480336720041?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116986480336720041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=116986480336720041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/116986480336720041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/116986480336720041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-am-i-to-you-tell-me-darling-true.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115902588311751885</id><published>2006-09-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:58:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Tujuh Sifat Cowok:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kreatif&lt;br /&gt;2. Ambisius&lt;br /&gt;3. Modern&lt;br /&gt;4. Pesimis&lt;br /&gt;5. Radikal&lt;br /&gt;6. Eksotik&lt;br /&gt;7. Tangguh&lt;br /&gt;Kalau di singkat;&lt;br /&gt;Sifat cowok itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;{K.A.M.P.R.E.T}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115902588311751885?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115902588311751885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115902588311751885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115902588311751885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115902588311751885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/tujuh-sifat-cowok-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115902493885076907</id><published>2006-09-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:22:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;u&gt;You Know You Are an Indonesian If{?}&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Your stomach growls when you don't eat rice for a day.&lt;br /&gt;# You believe kecap ABC could turn bad cooking to gourmet food.&lt;br /&gt;# You think our country is a democracy.&lt;br /&gt;# You talk during a movie.&lt;br /&gt;# You use a bucket instead of toilet paper in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;# You eat fried rice in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;# You prefer Versace or Moschino jeans over Gap or Levi's.&lt;br /&gt;# You don't think Jim Carrey is funny.&lt;br /&gt;# You think Onky Alexander is a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;# You think Rhoma Irama is kampungan.&lt;br /&gt;# You carry a 16 oz. jar of sambal to where ever you travel.&lt;br /&gt;# Driving a car that is cheaper than $15,000 embarrasses you.&lt;br /&gt;# You think dangdut is stupid, but listen to it anyways, because you are homesick.&lt;br /&gt;# You are willing to travel 25 miles to buy tahu and tempe.&lt;br /&gt;# You are "Dreaming of a WARM Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;# You are very good at avoiding potholes and other road hazards.&lt;br /&gt;# Your local McDonald's serves rice and sambal.&lt;br /&gt;# You think Supermi is a staple food.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever tried passing a Rp 50 coin as a quarter in a US vending machine/pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever successfully bribed a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever successfully bribed a customs officer.&lt;br /&gt;# You have smuggled electronics and porn into Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;# You do your shopping in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;# Your drivers license claims you are 5 years older then you really are.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever legally bought pirated software.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever been forced to memorize UUD'45.&lt;br /&gt;# You have bought something from a barefooted street peddler.&lt;br /&gt;# You know exactly how many islands Indonesia has.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever eaten something sold off a cart on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;# You realized that money is everything before you were six.&lt;br /&gt;# The first thing that comes to mind when hearing the word "Jakarta" is "macet".&lt;br /&gt;# Someone you know has ever ridden on top of a train.&lt;br /&gt;# Your daily commute includes thinking up new ways to ride the city bus for free.&lt;br /&gt;# You don't mind people being late.&lt;br /&gt;# You think standing in line is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;# You have tried every Monday of your youth trying to avoid upacara bendera.&lt;br /&gt;# You have used a mosquito repellant that looks like a coil and is lit on one end.&lt;br /&gt;# You use the terms "Ni yee", "-lah" and "Ih, jijay" on daily basis&lt;br /&gt;# You know what Pancasila is, what it means and know it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;# You complain that movies in America don't have sub-titles.&lt;br /&gt;# Your daily conversation may include enactments of TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever consulted a dukun.&lt;br /&gt;# Your whole class has ever cheated on a test, and gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever spent the night before an exam looking for someone who sells the questions.&lt;br /&gt;# You like the smell of terasi.&lt;br /&gt;# You think the Thomas Cup is equal to the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;# You can name a manufacturer of shuttlecocks/badminton birdies.&lt;br /&gt;# You have a 16' satellite dish hidden in your back yard.&lt;br /&gt;# You have ever ridden in a motor vehicle with three wheels.&lt;br /&gt;# You miss your maid during laundry day.&lt;br /&gt;# Your clothing has brand names printed on it that is visible from 50' away.&lt;br /&gt;# You attend weddings only until you are done eating.&lt;br /&gt;# You have attended weddings that you are not invited to.&lt;br /&gt;# You go to McDonald's to get your weekly supply of ketchup, salt, pepper and napkins.&lt;br /&gt;# You know more than one music group that stole the tune of Cranberries' "Zombie".&lt;br /&gt;# You have a can of Baygon on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;# You make major decisions based on gengsi.&lt;br /&gt;# You take advantage of Wal-Mart's 30 days money-back-guarantee to "borrow" home appliances.&lt;br /&gt;# Someone in your family has extra pockets in his outfit to hide cookies from the all-you-can-eat bar.&lt;br /&gt;# You have paid more then $1000 to get your name on your license plate.&lt;br /&gt;# When watching TV you regularly find that all the channels broadcast the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115902493885076907?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115902493885076907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115902493885076907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115902493885076907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115902493885076907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115592529227551365</id><published>2006-08-19T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:34:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wish, you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Someone much better than yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Whom at least looks perfect in everybody's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Changes around you makes you feel sick,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings turn as situations lead you to.&lt;br /&gt;Trials doesn't make you stronger,&lt;br /&gt;They demolish your grip &amp; make you weak.&lt;br /&gt;They bite into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Slicing and wounding it,&lt;br /&gt;Killing you softly with each spoken word.&lt;br /&gt;You start losing all battles,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how to fight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You lost all tinge of hope,&lt;br /&gt;You lost all dreams you've had.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment rushes into your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Fear of lost overwhelms you;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt causes tears to well in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You start fretting but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are alone - remember that;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't depend on others.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of it made your back chill,&lt;br /&gt;You want to depend on this special person,&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate your life into his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're contradicting yourself deep within.&lt;br /&gt;The pain in your heart is excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;You feel the hurt causing your heart:&lt;br /&gt;To shudder at every word &amp; action.&lt;br /&gt;The wound is deep,&lt;br /&gt;You need help, immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Yet each time you sought help,&lt;br /&gt;Further complications made:&lt;br /&gt;Causes whips of burns in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart bleeds even worst.&lt;br /&gt;Things continues..&lt;br /&gt;Accusations piles,&lt;br /&gt;Blames stacks.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know who you are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know who to be,&lt;br /&gt;The will of life is lost,&lt;br /&gt;You feel real hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know how to express yourself,&lt;br /&gt;If you do..&lt;br /&gt;The wheel spins with a full spin again..&lt;br /&gt;You're getting tired &amp; old,&lt;br /&gt;Yet your heart still feel strongly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115592529227551365?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115592529227551365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115592529227551365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115592529227551365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115592529227551365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-you-ever-wish-you-were-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115591826302725705</id><published>2006-08-19T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:24:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh is that right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115591826302725705?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115591826302725705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115591826302725705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115591826302725705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115591826302725705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-is-that-right-i-dont-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115517971997972632</id><published>2006-08-10T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:17:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by jumping out of he car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;your heart&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/6715312-115517971997972632?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115517971997972632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115517971997972632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115517971997972632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115517971997972632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/mom-you-thanked-her-by-reading-about.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115504690782210754</id><published>2006-08-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:27:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love is always patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited.&lt;br /&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;br /&gt;It does not take offense and is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115504690782210754?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115504690782210754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115504690782210754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115504690782210754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115504690782210754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-always-patient-and-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115443761424053743</id><published>2006-08-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:06:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, at a bus stop there was a girl who was wearing a skintight miniskirt. When the bus arrived and it was her turn to get on, she realized that her skirt was so tight she couldn't get her foot high enough to reach to step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it would give her enough slack to raise her leg, she reached back and unzipped her skirt a little. She still could not reach the step. Embarrassed, she reached back once again to unzip it a little more. Still, she couldn't reach the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with her skirt zipper halfway down, she reached back and unzipped her skirt all the way. Thinking that she could get on the step now, she lifted up her leg only to realize that she still couldn't reach the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing how embarrassed the girl was, the man standing behind her put his hands around her waist and lifted her up on to the first step of the bus. The girl turned around furiously and said, "How dare you touch my body that way, I don't even know you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, the man says, "Well, ma'am, after you reached around and unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured that we were friends."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115443761424053743?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115443761424053743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115443761424053743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115443761424053743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115443761424053743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-day-at-bus-stop-there-was-girl-who.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115176357432737099</id><published>2006-07-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:30:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIGN OF DESPERATION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;you are?&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;how do you make the r?&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;do i know you?&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;your my friendster friend&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;errr?&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;whats ur favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;your friendster friend?&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;and you are? &lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;tzehui&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i have you in my list&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;dont know&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;sch?&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;ccps&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;ooooo icic&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;band?&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;netball&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;CR says:&lt;br /&gt;errrr, i dont think you need to know&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;netballer24@hotmail.com.sg (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Ċهмρ∫єאָ Яεﻯεмﻇε∫∂ŋċε says:&lt;br /&gt;errrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people who needs new friend always go to such measures.&lt;br /&gt;And i was telling joane about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANE&gt;   慢半拍 (adagio) says:&lt;br /&gt;dots!!&lt;br /&gt;JOANE&gt;   慢半拍 (adagio) says:&lt;br /&gt;omg, if friendster friend, den means i can add lo a lot of ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. There goes the reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115176357432737099?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115176357432737099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115176357432737099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115176357432737099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115176357432737099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/sign-of-desperation-adagio-says-omg-if.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-115157213200223367</id><published>2006-06-29T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:08:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;out-standing&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; student for Emaths today. Lovely isnt it? (: Aww, phototaking was never breathtaking. Something there was really funny. Especially the informal (candid) 1..2..3.. and on the third count, something happened. Someone was nice to me today.. Mmm, miracle-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-115157213200223367?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115157213200223367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=115157213200223367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115157213200223367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/115157213200223367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-out-standing-student-for-emaths.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114914204471848651</id><published>2006-06-01T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:07:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd be gone before you know it. &amp; I'm gonna miss you in particular. Don't you know it? Say goodbye, bon voyage to Mr. Lovely. Say i'm falling, yes its true, long ago. Take me to paradise &amp; i'd be at ease. Pacify my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114914204471848651?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114914204471848651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114914204471848651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114914204471848651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114914204471848651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/id-be-gone-before-you-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114882668253114485</id><published>2006-05-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:41:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ways to melt my heart:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Add a drop of love&lt;br /&gt;2. Say goodbye to your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss the strawberry and say hello&lt;br /&gt;4. Sprinkle your rainbow&lt;br /&gt;5. Send me a smile&lt;br /&gt;6. Say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;7. Sense my displeasure&lt;br /&gt;8. Give me your beloved things&lt;br /&gt;9. Test my intelligence with yours&lt;br /&gt;10. Drop &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &amp; hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I was on blogskins, &amp; something gave me this inspiration}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pressure on this particular person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114882668253114485?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114882668253114485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114882668253114485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114882668253114485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114882668253114485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/ways-to-melt-my-heart-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114848165674133329</id><published>2006-05-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:49:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what i crucially need right now?&lt;br /&gt;I need a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;life&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, seriously. I feel dead, like a zonked-out pig rotting by the roadside with every cars honking at me. Maybe i'd just die instantly (on the spot) by getting run over by a car. Or perhaps, a more cruel &amp; least preferable way; die a slow horrid &amp; gory death by getting run over many many times before i eventually pass out. Imagine how much blood would then have been lost? Enough to drown my emotions, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;. Please never probe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. As i always did. Ohmygod, this is so wrong. What've i just done? And what've &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; just done exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, someone told me this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;"&lt;i&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;most faithful man&lt;/span&gt; has got the best flirt&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it? I think it does makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;So what am i supposed to do right now? Like be in doubt/wary or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, im not in the mood for school tomorrow. That's so it. I caught xmen today. Hell was it cool ;) I'd rate it 4.5 stars (actually maybe it was due to some particular actors). So anyway, the whole class did something cool today, we played truant, the whole class, as for me (again?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets zonk-out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114848165674133329?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114848165674133329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114848165674133329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114848165674133329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114848165674133329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-what-i-crucially-need-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114829776712553162</id><published>2006-05-22T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:27:00.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You should just bury your head under the bed, and continue whimpering pathetically if you just wanna try to gain pity. Or are you just trying to gain attention in tt way? If you really are, just hang yourself in shame because you've just downgraded your self-pride. In other words, to put it in a nastier way, &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; you. Sorry for that though, &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; we cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why people tends to &lt;u&gt;exaggerate&lt;/u&gt;. Its not like as if, uh its oh-so-fun, or uh, its oh-so-interesting. Actually, well, personally, i feel tt it just tend to make you look like a fool or a moron to be precise. Maybe you may find it interesting though, definitely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; interesting than hide&amp;seek, or maybe catching, you know, those games you used to play in primary school? (Get what i mean?) Just to tell my mind off though: You've a lousy choice of game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i guess people starts to exaggerate when they know they've nothing on their brain. I mean, their brain's blank, which is to say tt, they've &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; brains. Ah, a nicer phrase to put than stupid? or moronic perhaps. Mmm, they try to engage other people's interests by telling the oh-so-dramatic stories they have. Oh my god.. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so drama leh&lt;/span&gt;" Is there gonna be a romeo&amp;juliet story coming soon? Maybe i suppose, if one day these people has run out of their personal dramatic stories. Oh who knows? Perhaps Macbeth'll be coming soon too. Watch out for it, catch it live, in my class/ (3GR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know you never know.. Literature is in popular demand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wanna brief you guys about mental problems now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stupidity&lt;/span&gt;, is caused by one's own actions. Firstly, this is caused by the physical breakdown of the mind, body &amp; soul. I suppose its due to the decomposition of someone's brain tt cause the particular person to have a breakdown. This goes to say tt, this person wont be able to use his/her brain anymore. Hence, this person's actions will not be based on his/her thinking. He/she just do things according to what she/he feels like doing, without much thinking. Eventually, his/her soul, will never rest in peace cos he/she realised tt he/she has made a wrong move &amp; starts confronting people/starts putting the pressure on others. Ah, what a good way to ease one's soul. But sadly, i dont think there's any cure to this illness even though medical science's so advance nowadays :( I pity those who suffers from this. Awwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next is the desperanto's illness:&lt;br /&gt;Desperateness, is due to maybe, peer pressure? For the case im talking about now, is something like it. Sometimes, people tends to get too overpossesive over something. Once that something is gone, he/she is doomed. And in desperate attempts, try to find things that he/she can cling on to. For example, a new clique of friends? Or maybe, a good friend? So how do we get a new friend instantly? Obviously you've got to master the art of backstabbing, dont you think so? :) Mmm, or maybe, boot-licking as you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i shall elaborate on backstabbing skills &amp; boot-licking skills later on, stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114829776712553162?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114829776712553162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114829776712553162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114829776712553162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114829776712553162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-should-just-bury-your-head-under.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114805085711689544</id><published>2006-05-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:00:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chief mastermind: {CINDY}&lt;br /&gt;Accomplices: {SHIRLYN &amp; PINGLYN}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were caught by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;marcus kuek&lt;/span&gt; (again?) for hiding at the school hall during flag raising, due to being late for school. Well, at first we were safe actually. Till shirlyn decided to run to make it to the other side of the pillar, and uh, i suppose he saw the whiff of the white uniform; Cos he came over, to check it out, and there we were, caught napping &amp; totally stunned (actually i wonder what happens if it wasn't us, what if he realised he was just an illusion?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He confiscated our name tags, &amp; made us go to mr soon, currently my deepest threat in school. We almost had in-house suspension (he even allocated our places specifically), but, due to some remorseful &amp; smart thinking, we managed to get out of the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything isn't over yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be in trouble with soon for playing truant. Apparently the few of us didnt feel like going for chemistry, so we hid in class. And rachel's innocent phone had to pay for it. I wonder why jiahong managed to get out of the trouble he was in with us, cos i dont think tt's fair at all. Was it because study wise, he was the smartest among us? That is totally uncool by the way (if you must know). Mdm shar's gonna submit our name to mr chey. You see, nobody respects her, so all she could do's just to report to the higher authority, and save herself from the despiseful looks her dearest students (like us) give her. Oh, im dying, but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, another thing that bothers me is that, he saw me with my shirt tucked out, exactly outside the school. I dont know why he was out at that hour of the day, did he play truant too? Skipping lessons? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've commited rather major offences. Goodluck all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114805085711689544?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114805085711689544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114805085711689544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114805085711689544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114805085711689544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/chief-mastermind-cindy-accomplices.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114796966980910199</id><published>2006-05-19T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:47:13.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a joint conversation just now; me, jo &amp; xave/ Okay, &amp; the problem with him is tt, he's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. Well, you could say tt im just trying to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt; him (if there were ever such a word with such a meaning, you know it) &amp; jo's not making his life any better, not the least bit. Which's you know, kind pathetic. Ohwell, all well tt ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: welcome to this convo&lt;br /&gt;move without: yo&lt;br /&gt;move without: lol&lt;br /&gt;move without: ok. pooling this sat?&lt;br /&gt;move without: joane, can u free it up?&lt;br /&gt;move without: lol&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: im dating on sat, dont ask me go out&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: wahah&lt;br /&gt;move without: whos that LUCKY guy!&lt;br /&gt;move without: HEH.&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hehehe, i know, tt cutiepie right&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: i know him&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: ;)&lt;br /&gt;move without: uh&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: he's cute&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: yeh..&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: tts why i like him  ma.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;move without: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;move without: woah!&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahahaha, shit, never share&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: fucking cute&lt;br /&gt;move without: tell me abt it&lt;br /&gt;move without: nice...&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: oh, its a guy from school&lt;br /&gt;move without: oh&lt;br /&gt;move without: u girls know how to share guys?&lt;br /&gt;move without: LOL&lt;br /&gt;move without: this is the first time i hear it&lt;br /&gt;move without: hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;move without: from a girl!&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: ..&lt;br /&gt;move without: usually its the guys.&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahaha, errr, well, can threesome&lt;br /&gt;move without: uh.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: yeah, cin can share&lt;br /&gt;move without: now sex&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: ^^&lt;br /&gt;move without: joane ur horny today&lt;br /&gt;move without: LOL&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: wad does it make me horny?&lt;br /&gt;move without: hell=\ i dont tink of threesomes..&lt;br /&gt;move without: lol&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: well you can start thinking nwo&lt;br /&gt;move without: nah.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: so yah&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: i tmr cannot go out&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: i mean&lt;br /&gt;move without: sat&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: cannot go with you&lt;br /&gt;move without: yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: yah&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: sat&lt;br /&gt;move without: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WITH me=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move without: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: shit, i tot today is fri&lt;br /&gt;move without: ur looking too forward, my girl&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: you wish&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: pls&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: im someone's girl, not urs&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: so correct tt&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: ^^&lt;br /&gt;move without: your a girl friend&lt;br /&gt;move without: as in guy girl gay les&lt;br /&gt;move without: yah&lt;br /&gt;move without: not relationship&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: urh, yah, anything&lt;br /&gt;move without: right.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: i only let my cutiepie call me tt&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: so yah,&lt;br /&gt;move without: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: CINDY!&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: heh?&lt;br /&gt;move without: so possessive&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: what?&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: cute right cute rigth&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: wahah&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: very&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: but ya lar, rey cuter lar&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: hahah&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: okay&lt;br /&gt;move without: ok...&lt;br /&gt;move without: all this cute talk left me somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: /laugh&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: left you where?&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;move without: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: dont get too aroused&lt;br /&gt;move without: YES MOVE IT UP&lt;br /&gt;move without: no&lt;br /&gt;move without: i dont get aroused so easily&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: nah, i dont, i dont get aroused &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*(some text missing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: xavier's dick is standing now i supposed&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: nor when im talking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*(some text missing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move without: same for me&lt;br /&gt;move without: nope&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: i dont feel the power of seduction&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;move without: uh, i nv did. &lt;br /&gt;move without: i cant u see&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: ok, nvm&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: cos no dick??&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: omfg&lt;br /&gt;?????? ?e?e: lol&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: i dint know tt&lt;br /&gt;move without: ok=\ whatever&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: its omfig joane, you missed out one letter, I&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: or is it omfeg&lt;br /&gt;move without: fag&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: wad i stans for?&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: indian&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: HA !&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: DAMMIT CINDDY&lt;br /&gt;move without: uh&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: you make me think of eugene peter.&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: HA !&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: wonder if he have pass not..&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: i think he didnt&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: ha !&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: ohwell, its fun&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: /indian&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: tsk tsk.. i think dawood isnt attracted to ppl of same race&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: attracted to fair ppl like you?&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: tts why you passed&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: hahah !&lt;br /&gt;move without: girls talk now?&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: and i failed&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: cos im black&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: in tt case, xavier'll pass too&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: /haha&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: why?&lt;br /&gt;move without: i m white?!&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: dawood is gay too?&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: lol&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: I DINT KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;move without: dawood?!&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: nooooooo&lt;br /&gt;JOane &gt; TERR: then?&lt;br /&gt;C?????? ?e?e: xavier's fair i think&lt;br /&gt;move without: the wood is dawood?!&lt;br /&gt;move without: i m fair?!&lt;br /&gt;move without: hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, this is jo's nick for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOane &gt; TERRORIST ATTACKED CCHMS TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sweet seventeen birthday to &lt;u&gt;SINDY&lt;/u&gt;. Awww, my other-half. Been a pretty long time since we kept touch though. Mmm, where'd my other half went to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114796966980910199?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114796966980910199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114796966980910199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114796966980910199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114796966980910199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-had-joint-conversation-just-now-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114796618735277623</id><published>2006-05-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:29:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to catch davinci with rey today. &amp; guess &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;? Hehe, sorry mister rey, im gonna broadcast to the world tt you're sweet today. HAHAHA, i dont know why, but well, i just feel like telling the world tt, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, i guess its nice, you know, it feels pretty good. All these time, although all the frequent disagreements &amp; stuffs, i guess everything's still okay after all. Okay, this's gg good. I need to bathe. So here it ends for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114796618735277623?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114796618735277623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114796618735277623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114796618735277623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114796618735277623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-managed-to-catch-davinci-with-rey.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114727374316821654</id><published>2006-05-10T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:09:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So exam's over. But im still disappointed over certain stuffs today though. Not about exams obviously. Do i look like i care? okay, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe i do&lt;/span&gt;, just a bit. But its not because of tt i guarantee. Mmm, i need to get my phone back. Marcus kuek seems to keep his distance away from me, i cant reach him for the past two days. Probably he needs to chill', too much cindy makes one sin. Feel the static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to kbox with the girls. &amp; guess what? We took 16 &amp; planned to go to marina sq, however, we missed the stop due to the too &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;engrossive&lt;/span&gt; &amp; engaging chat about braces. Hence, we landed at dhoby. We crossed over, took another 16 back, and uh, missed the stop again? We landed up at some construction site. God knows why, i guess its my fault :/ Woops. Therefore, we took 70 back to suntec. It was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think yanting is mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114727374316821654?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114727374316821654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114727374316821654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114727374316821654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114727374316821654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114715752357698035</id><published>2006-05-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:58:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Worrying over the sale of your phone? Need to some quick &amp; instant cash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;u&gt;auction your phone at ebay&lt;/u&gt;! Dont know how to? Just &lt;s&gt;surrender your phone to marcus kuek,&lt;/s&gt; let marcus kuek from cchms take your phone, &amp; he'll do the extra necessary steps. You just have to sit back, relax, &amp; enjoy the profit. Right.. (he does charge commision though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if you're &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about what i've written above, which i hope you are not. They're all bullshit. So please, those who're really interested in selling your phone, never look for marcus kuek cos he run away with phones. As in, not exactly run away, he just put any phone he's got in his hands on auction. And if you want to claim it back, well, tt's your luck, you've to search for it on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people actually get commision by promoting ebay website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about ebay, &lt;font color=red&gt;random facts for the day&lt;/font&gt; today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;VINCENT LAIWIN LAI&lt;/span&gt; is a pervert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need prove? I'll be glad to update you on this:&lt;br /&gt;1. He stares at belinda (stalker)&lt;br /&gt;2. He observes my legs (worst)&lt;br /&gt;3. He's gonna aim on joane's thigh next&lt;br /&gt;4. Ohlala~ maybe jiahong's cleavage next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know my dear, please be wary of such perverts (just in case you happen to meet one along the way or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry once again, im just kidding, you know it. Well, im &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; joking actually. He really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; such things. But oh well, he isnt a pervert, dont worry, im just trying to find things to talk about in my blog post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a short personal message to my &lt;3 :&lt;br /&gt;I still do, &amp; you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114715752357698035?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114715752357698035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114715752357698035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114715752357698035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114715752357698035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/worrying-over-sale-of-your-phone-need.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114701858335050824</id><published>2006-05-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:16:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, im supposed to be mugging now. Actually, i do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; someone to keep reminding me continuously every now &amp; then. Shall chong've the honour to? Hahaha. Okay, i guess its crap when somebody suddenly msg you out of the blue, after a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;longlong&lt;/span&gt; while (look who's the arrogant one here), to remind you to study &amp; pay attention in class. God, i need my phone back desperately. Everybody, break a leg! Do kill mk too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114701858335050824?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114701858335050824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114701858335050824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114701858335050824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114701858335050824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-im-supposed-to-be-mugging-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114682773482366513</id><published>2006-05-05T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:15:34.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY'S POST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(copyright of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;privates2webwhore&lt;/span&gt;, edited by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, there are too many different types of men in irc. These different faces of men, spotted by one of our readers are all listed below. Some of them are pretty humourous and make you go "hey! yeah! thats true!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desperatos&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who wants a gf badly without actual understanding of real love. Some just breaks up with their gf&lt;br /&gt;&amp; straight away try to find new ones using their "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sad cases&lt;/span&gt;" to win sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sickos&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who wan girls' stuff like panties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bastards&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who target on young primary/secondary school girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sugar Daddies&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who got too many spare cash and seeking pleasure (usually targetting on girls 10 yrs&lt;br /&gt;younger than them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actors&lt;/span&gt; - Wolves in sheep clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plotters&lt;/span&gt; - Pretend as girls to intro themselves to other openminded girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gigolo Weaklings&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who only interested in older women, and they basically just want to spend women's money without working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CMI* Hunks&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who think they are so suave and muscular or whatever and that all girls must like them&lt;br /&gt;* CMI= abreviation for singlish term "cannot make it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gonecases&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who only have sex in their minds forever, everything &amp; anything they do is related to sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Attention Seekers&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who are already pervertic to an extreme that they want to share their pervertic acts with a certain type of audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yandao Fling Seekers&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who are really goodlooking, own nice cars and good command of English&lt;br /&gt;-very popular among girls but they only out for flings and "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;free of charge&lt;/span&gt;" one night stands and no commitment of real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perverts&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who only like dirty chats do dirty things with girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gays&lt;/span&gt; - Do I need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ah Beng Kias&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who scold vulgarities fluently such as KNNCB or FU but their english in conversations really turn you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Intelligent Scholars&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who look down on girls, only seek for intelligent pretty women to match their status before they chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boring Dudes&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who chat on boring topics such as politics and economics, asking your father, mother or even your pet mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shy Nerds&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who just start on becoming a sicko/pervert, they usually have decent chats but they try to ask the girls more dirty questions in slower pace as they aren't bold enough to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lame Jokers&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who have group of friends to chat with them in main channel so they don't usually seek private chats. They usually like to tease the girls in main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The God Sister seekers&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who are out there finding god sisters but usually with ulterior motives. Why? Cos they can get intimate with god sisters by hugging or kissing them as a god brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Experienced Chatters&lt;/span&gt; - Guys who are already victims before so they are very careful in showing off their new identities, beware girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114682773482366513?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114682773482366513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114682773482366513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114682773482366513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114682773482366513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-post-copyright-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114597397010834232</id><published>2006-04-25T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:08:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously Goh Zongye gotta get a new specs. He was squinting &amp; squinting when we saw him at singpost, and he couldnt even recognise me. Smart. Well, at least i had some tips (which didnt seem to help), but well, tts nice enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history teacher (whose head's bald, and his parting's kinda out of place) needs to stop critisizing me &amp; stop asking me to shut up or asking me to jump down &amp; die. Cos he should do a brief demonstration of all those first before asking his students to follow what he've said. And i just found out tt he's a totally faithful husband (5 stars), he doesn't fling around with other women (which is good cos he isn't a womanizer whom i really despise) Please never ask me where i get my sources anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;ADVERTISEMENT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Selling tulips at $2 each; or buy a bouquet for $10.&lt;/font&gt; Grab them now, selling fast. Guys, please do get some for your girlfriend. Look for me in 3GR, or do tag me to order. HURRY ALONG BEFORE THEY'RE GONE/ (btw i did look like an idiot carrying those little things home, i feel gay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114597397010834232?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114597397010834232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114597397010834232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114597397010834232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114597397010834232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/seriously-goh-zongye-gotta-get-new.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114587830584838615</id><published>2006-04-24T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:46:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this real hot sexy but dangerous girl. Stylo-milo, so very. Almost perfect, but not so very. Btw, stop studying people, its a few more days to exams. You guys gotta relax while i mug this few days. Okay, maybe i'll start from tomorrow onwards. Im tired today, lazy's more like it actually. I need the doctor &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114587830584838615?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114587830584838615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114587830584838615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114587830584838615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114587830584838615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-this-real-hot-sexy-but-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114572635497264568</id><published>2006-04-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:19:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel this sudden urge of emotion. Something undescribeable. Perhaps i feel disgusted? I dont know, i just seem to be sick of girls. Let me tell you the kind of things i hate about girls nowadays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate girls who acts like (ahlian) when actually they'd be far better if they act/talk nicely, is it tt hard to be civilised? Even if you're not, just talk like you're one? At least tt doesnt give people a bad impression of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate girls who bitches around &amp; think tt they're the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prettiest&lt;/span&gt; of all (when maybe they arent actually the way they think they are), hence they despise others. Oh cmon, would you girls stop acting tt way? Be humble &amp; eat your cake silently. I dont see the great difference between a good-looking &amp; not-so-good-looking person. Its an advantage if you're one, but its okay even if you arent :) as long as you're a good friend to others, tt'll be far well treasured/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've something against twittish language. Im sorry. I cant help it (although i used such stuffs before, but not now, i'v changed my perspective towards them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate girls who daydreams about falling in love. If you really wanna fall in love  badly, ohmygod, go find a guy okay? :/ Im sorry again, i cant stand people who blabbers to me about all those nonsense. Dont be so overprotective girls, open up please! If you like someone, pursue it. Dont just breathe words around to your friends, but not to the person whom it actually concerns. &amp; dont be totally obsessed over him. Its lovely &amp; sweet when you're in love with someone, but not when you're obsessed ovr the person? I think being obsessed with someone can be a pretty scary thing. I know people whom're obsessed. NOTE: there's a huge difference between love &amp; obsession. Obsession's just a form of admiration. Get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate typical girls. Dare to be different please. (:s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, im just having a huge problem right now. Dont mind me please. I dont mean anything. No offence to those reading my blog. This entry isnt referring to anyone i know out there. Its just a random post about what i despise. Please dont take it to heart &amp; think tt its referring to you/whatsoever. Im sure you arent the least bit like what i've mentioned above ;) (i hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114572635497264568?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114572635497264568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114572635497264568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114572635497264568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114572635497264568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-suddenly-feel-this-sudden-urge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114562431998165484</id><published>2006-04-21T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:13:33.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the opening of the innosphere building. The VIP (some minister) is an idiot. He delayed his time of visit at the very last minute, apparently becos he's so called busy. Right.. &amp; he didnt even bother to visit every cca room or whatever you call them. So well, i dont understand why we have to stay back &amp; wait for his &lt;u&gt;oh-so-glorious&lt;/u&gt; arrival &amp; visit. Its not like its &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; there was a tea reception at the end. Food, food, and more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;. Chester's mad i think, look at the specs he wore?! He claimed tt it was mrs Cheng's. Old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuek sucks (Esther hates him to pulp), he's got a huge row with me today. It wasnt really a row actually. Its just tt, he sort of disapprove of what i've done. &amp; he said he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; gonna &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to me anymore. Oh, and he claimed tt im rude. Right.. i didn't even breathe a word. Who wants to talk to him anw? I just need to talk to him, i don't wanna talk to him if i dont need to. He's one of the worst teachers one could ever get; just look at the way he critisizes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. He asked E&amp;SL to hug together &amp; die just cos their maths arent good &amp; they dont wanna do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. He loves to comment on my ring, i got so pissed becos of him tt i dont wear ring to sch anymore (though i wanna wear it for every second)&lt;br /&gt;"Wah cindy, what happened to your finger, so shiny, need to go doctor?" What does tt supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. He said im one of those students who won't score &amp; i'll die if i dont wake up anytime (in the end, his words backfired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. He told zy tt he's one of those students who'll get expelled. Didnt he realise tt he doesn't have enough authority to expell zy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes it's too offensive, i still don't understand how in the world he gets to be the HOD, probably due to some bribery cases behind the scene. Nobody knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114562431998165484?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114562431998165484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114562431998165484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114562431998165484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114562431998165484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-opening-of-innosphere-building.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114555366278984115</id><published>2006-04-21T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:21:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just one thing to say tonight. Im so mad over NT. Who isnt tell me? :D ah, its cool isnt it? stone's cool, totally charismatic. Untouched yet lovely.&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/6715312-114555366278984115?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114555366278984115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114555366278984115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114555366278984115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114555366278984115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-just-one-thing-to-say-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114494591974893412</id><published>2006-04-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:31:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You wish that night never happened&lt;/span&gt;. I forgot what the title of the show was, it was a real &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;horror&lt;/span&gt;. I swear. My face was buried under the clasp of my two palms all the time, i felt like a real chicken. Not the chicken in the chicken rice, but the chicken as in, a coward. But heyyyy, so what if im one? Does it kill to be one? All i did was whimper, shriek, scream, groan (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what else&lt;/span&gt;?) And i stuck to estie like a lump of molten dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the person whom i wanna met today. Awwwwww, finally after ages, minutes, hours, months, years (stop counting the time can? its uncountable) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i think tt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love is blind&lt;/span&gt;. Soooo, stop reasoning tt love is not blind &lt;- (to the people whom thinks tt love isnt blind) If love isnt blind, why do people tend to lose &amp; indulge themselves fully to their love affairs? Partly, its cos love is blind, people gets blind when they're in love. They dont see the need &amp; importance of any other things/person when they've someone to love &amp; care for. They dont see the negative side of this someone, (even if they do see, im sure they'll for-go it) all their mind's full of is just this special someone. Just this one person, and tt's all. Tts my perspective though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, lets not make things difficult &amp; complicated okay/ stick to the rule, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love is BLIND&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114494591974893412?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114494591974893412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114494591974893412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114494591974893412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114494591974893412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-wish-that-night-never-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114486461606514503</id><published>2006-04-13T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:59:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every now and then a quarrel breaks out between couples, lines are drawn, challenges leveled and, with any luck, somebody walks in/out of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly innocent discussion: What is the greatest sport on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some says hockey&lt;br /&gt;Some says: "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, kissing is the greatest sport on earth. Allow me to explain just a few of the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is the most versatile sport around. There are so many types of kisses to choose from – at least one for just about any occasion. There is the quick peck on the cheek kiss, the peck on each cheek kiss, the peck on your nephew's cheek kiss while grabbing the other cheek flab with your hand, the wildly passionate kiss, the elegant kiss on the hand, the dreaded kiss of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE: &lt;u&gt;The Art Of Kissing Is Easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;easy to transport&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;You can kiss: in the gym, in the space shuttle, even in Alaska from June through September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;requires so little equipment&lt;/span&gt;, which means you can do it even when not prepared for the occasion &amp; even when you have to travel light. This makes it the ideal participation sport for businessmen, world travelers and marsupial groupies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;livens things up&lt;/span&gt;. Try this: the next time you are doing an oh-so-booooring work that seems to last oh-so-foreeeeever, why not just kiss somebody. Go ahead; try it. See how it livens things up? (obviously &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not just anybody&lt;/span&gt; though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt; in all 50 states and most Earth-bound countries. Rumors are circulating that kissing will even be legalized soon on Mars, Jupiter and in Afghanistan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;100% biodegradable&lt;/span&gt;, so when you kiss somebody, you help the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;safe to do in a moving vehicle&lt;/span&gt;, as long as you are not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;non toxic&lt;/span&gt;. Unless you kiss somebody who has just swallowed a bottle of spray. Even so, kissing is still safe, as long as you do not use your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;non-fattening&lt;/span&gt;. This is perhaps the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best news&lt;/span&gt; of all; Dieters now have something to keep their mouths busy while not eating, smokers can quit smoking without having to chew candies until they, A) need to diet or B) induce diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;organic&lt;/span&gt;, low in sodium, preservative-free, low in saturated fats and does not contain dozens of delicious ingredients that cannot be pronounced, like javelchromopntheoremicherbicidic (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt;?) acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most kisses are not tested on animals, but who am I to stifle your sense of adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can kiss just about everyone&lt;/span&gt;: your boyfriend, your aunt, your wife, your &lt;s&gt;veterinarian&lt;/s&gt;, the &lt;s&gt;Prime Minister of the United States&lt;/s&gt; and your &lt;s&gt;pet&lt;/s&gt;. Don't try kissing them all at the same time though.. y'know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing meets the toughest safety regulations of any national/international sporting organization. Kissing has a tremendous &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;record&lt;/span&gt;, except for the locked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXTREME KISSING &lt;u&gt;isn't reccomended&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss any electrical outlets or your hairs wont stay attached to your scalp.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss the vacuum cleaner if you want to retain all your vital organs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kiss your teachers after school hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the happy guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114486461606514503?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114486461606514503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114486461606514503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114486461606514503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114486461606514503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/every-now-and-then-quarrel-breaks-out.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114475658226651441</id><published>2006-04-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:56:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need another half-a-mark to PASS my history paper! What luck. I was screaming &amp; yelling in class till the teacher asked me to shut up. Uh huh, i realised i was real noisy actually, but well, till i get what i want, i wont zip. So uh, in the end he collected my script back, and probably remark it/something. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, see my determination to pass? Its at the totally wrong time. I was supposed to have determination while studying for the test, instead, my determination comes only after the exam, when we got our papers back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a real ridiculous day. We had assembly, as usual. And these jocks from EP (including Tan Zhi Xiang - our class joke) were the only ones cheering the loudest of all. Okay, maybe they're the only ones cheering (to be exact) and thanks to them, we get to go home early. HAHAHA. So fun. When we were doing the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rock You&lt;/span&gt; cheer, lol, instead of clappin, they went tenten tenten tententen, i dont know how to descrive it, but well, it was something like tt. GAY! And look at our dearest Mr Soon, he was on the stage, sitting on this glamorous chair, looking like a prince charming.. Aww he looked dreamy (right..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS tickets on sale now! Come and approach me to grab them. Limited tickets available. Or you can approach Lionel too. Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;(Lionel, you gotta thank me for advertising this i tell you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114475658226651441?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114475658226651441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114475658226651441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114475658226651441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114475658226651441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need-another-half-mark-to-pass-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114450955412105071</id><published>2006-04-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:19:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched keep mum today. Mmmm, murderous mom with good intentions though. It was okay, kinda funny at some parts, though i didnt really get the story. &lt;em&gt;Heh heh&lt;/em&gt;. I realised tt my influence could be quite great to some extent. Just look at this example: &lt;u&gt;Rey's becoming more &amp; more like me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, tt's something really sweet, &lt;em&gt;i think&lt;/em&gt;? (:&lt;br /&gt;Two-of-a-kind; Not bad uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114450955412105071?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114450955412105071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114450955412105071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114450955412105071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114450955412105071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-watched-keep-mum-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114434052355622947</id><published>2006-04-07T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:22:06.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;expert&lt;/span&gt;, whom i shant name who right here, cos i think the person'd rather be anonymous, girls shouldnt sleep late as they would then lose their virginity secretively, probably to some unknown stranger (e.g the person whom tells me this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "truth" mentioned by the anonymous person, is just based on his nonsensical-self, as to prove us tt he isnt gay. So please, do not believe in what i've mentioned ^ above. Who in the world believes that? You gotta do better than tt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, and hey! Im missing someone right now. Hmm mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114434052355622947?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114434052355622947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114434052355622947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114434052355622947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114434052355622947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/according-to-some-expert-whom-i-shant.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114433788530334846</id><published>2006-04-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:38:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont understand why boys are so childish at times. Look, there's this kid (or maybe there were a few of them) from I dont know which class (God-knows-which) probably DL though, who sprayed my whole class with the fire extinguisher. Each and every of the table had this white powdery thing/ Gross? I think tt's a very lame thing to do, since you've nothing better to do, go and &lt;strong&gt;spray yourself&lt;/strong&gt; please. Seems like my class's gonna have another trashing with the culprits's class. And god knows why, it was only our class tt was sprayed with the fire extinguisher. Everybody's table became sticky, gooey, yucky &lt;em&gt;etc&lt;/em&gt;. Some girls brought the huge roll of toilet paper into the class and everybody started using them to wipe the table. I went to the toilet and brought the whole bottle of soap to class! Lol. Aww, thanks to the guys, they were nice, &lt;em&gt;at the very least&lt;/em&gt; (: They cleaned some of our chairs. They brought it all to the toilet and washed them. Mmmm, sweet enough. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside man is cool by the way. Is it inside man? I think tt's what the title is. Ah, whatever tt has got to do with inside lah uh.. Though we didnt really get what the storyline was about, well, at least the scenario was cool, tt's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114433788530334846?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114433788530334846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114433788530334846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114433788530334846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114433788530334846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-understand-why-boys-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114416566381827966</id><published>2006-04-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:47:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will it ever stop? Its making me sick, totally sick to the core. Im not feeling well currently. My head's throbbing like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, it has been since lunch time this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My damned skirt was confiscated right before school even started. Screw all the stupid school rules, go and die to our oh-so-gross-VP. Im not saying she's gross, well, she's actually far worst than tt. Even my piano teacher discriminate her, and she asked me to give tt VP a tight slap on my last day of school, which is probably next year. Well, i'd do tt if she doesnt sue me for assault. Seriously, i strongly feel tt she's got nothing better to do. Probably she's ranked like, the lowest among all the principals in singapore; And since tts the case, she wanna get into the higher authority's good book by doing such things --- (at least she could tell them tt she contributes to the school) Please, such methods doesnt work. Get a life mutt. Take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was super pissed. But after school, i was not; Yet now, im at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i was playing cards with Esther, Rachel, Edeline, Vincent, Jiahong, Zhixiang. I won them all in daidi and Zhixiang! awwww. I had a royal flush, and zhixiang was like.. unwilling to lose. So we played for another round, and he keep saying "i cant believe i cant win you" Lol. WTH? Oh, and Esther got pissed at me for winning her at cheat. We both had the least cards compared to the rest after some time, but due to luck, i was the overall winner. And errr, Esther hated me for tt (of course she does, cos she ended up being the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ULTIMATE&lt;/span&gt; loser) Lol, sore loser ah. I like the way Ma turned the cards. It was hell cool, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's afraid of thunder?!? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I told you he's gay. He whimpers!&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Even the description of him's like.. really mean. I dont know what people have against him though, he's nice, just a bit gay. Okay maybe its&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; quite a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yew laughed at me for my skirtless appearance. Dang. I know it sounds weird, and ridiculous, but tts the school rules, told ya to screw it didnt i? And i guess everyone was giving me weird stares just now. Its okay, i get tt all the time. I dont give a damn. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114416566381827966?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114416566381827966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114416566381827966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114416566381827966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114416566381827966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-will-it-ever-stop-its-making-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114407461436104408</id><published>2006-04-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:14:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RANDOM FACT ABOUT ME:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They call me cindy&lt;br /&gt;2. Im a female&lt;br /&gt;3. Im an indonesian-chinese&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate chinese language&lt;br /&gt;5. I was born on 19 Sept,1990&lt;br /&gt;6. Which means im 15 going 16 now&lt;br /&gt;7. Im short&lt;br /&gt;8. Im standing at 157.5 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love eating&lt;br /&gt;10. And i'd better watch what i eat&lt;br /&gt;11. Or im gonna get fat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My hair's black (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;13. My eyebrow's superrr thick&lt;br /&gt;14. Admit it or not, im hairy&lt;br /&gt;15. Im not naughty&lt;br /&gt;16. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fantasize&lt;br /&gt;17. I should concentrate more on my studies&lt;br /&gt;18. I should stop spending money&lt;br /&gt;19. I should not be tempted by clothes, heels&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a very bad temper&lt;br /&gt;21. I cant control how im feeling&lt;br /&gt;22. Emotions leads me on&lt;br /&gt;23. My hair's getting dryer each day&lt;br /&gt;24. Its getting frizzy all over&lt;br /&gt;25. I wish my hair was much longer&lt;br /&gt;26. I wish my eyes were bigger&lt;br /&gt;27. I have only a single eyelid&lt;br /&gt;28. My brows are of weird shape&lt;br /&gt;29. I like pink&lt;br /&gt;30. And green&lt;br /&gt;31. Im afraid of sharp objects&lt;br /&gt;32. Im afraid of heights&lt;br /&gt;33. Im afraid of horror movies&lt;br /&gt;34. I love milo&lt;br /&gt;35. And coffee too&lt;br /&gt;36. I love bakerzin's cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;37. I have frequent moodswings&lt;br /&gt;38. My face gets oily during the day&lt;br /&gt;39. Im having pimple outbreaks now&lt;br /&gt;40. My knee hurts in the middle of the night at times&lt;br /&gt;41. I'll get up in the night to find myself having leg cramps&lt;br /&gt;42. Dad will then massage me cos i'll keep screaming&lt;br /&gt;43. I talk in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;44. I kick while sleeping&lt;br /&gt;45. I cant sleep without bolster&lt;br /&gt;46. I need 2 bolster to sleep&lt;br /&gt;47. And two pillows&lt;br /&gt;48. I roll in bed&lt;br /&gt;49. I start yakking &amp; blabbering when im crazy&lt;br /&gt;50. I hate to turn down dares&lt;br /&gt;51. I poledanced once&lt;br /&gt;52. I drink once in a blue moon&lt;br /&gt;53. I wont ever smoke&lt;br /&gt;54. I hate the smell of cigarate&lt;br /&gt;55. I fought with my friend once&lt;br /&gt;56. I get sarcastic when i dont like someone&lt;br /&gt;57. My family's number is 57#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list shall continue next time, i cant think.&lt;br /&gt;and my back hurts from all these sitting. later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114407461436104408?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114407461436104408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114407461436104408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114407461436104408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114407461436104408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-fact-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114355501970868187</id><published>2006-03-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:10:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how some guys could be such a pain in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;? Are they (those twits) just born to irritate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The pain-in-the-ass award for guys shall go to&lt;/span&gt;: (drum rolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUM-BO-YANG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the one whom me &amp; ryan fought with long ago (he kicked my head) thank god ryan was there&lt;br /&gt;he was the one whom andrea quarelled with&lt;br /&gt;he was the one whom shannon fought with&lt;br /&gt;he was the one whom lucky fought with&lt;br /&gt;he was the one whom daniel quarelled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so guess! How many people hates him? practically the whole estate! Its time he gets exiled out of Singapore and back to China (oh-his-sochinnah hometown) I was studying at the MPR, and there was clement, another guy whom i dont know, andrea, and two koreans, one was a guy and another was a girl. And obviously, there was SUMBONG there :/ SUMBONG apparently tried to attract everybody's attention by talking so loudly. I dont know why he did that for, probably he was trying to show everybody tt he knows how to use a pathetic &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. Please, at this modern era, everyone knows how to use a handphooonnneee. And then, he began quarelling with this singaporean guy whom i dont know who's he. Me &amp; Andrea couldnt' stand it anymore, so we asked them both to shut up. Soon enough, the singaporean guy left. (after quarelling with tt singaporean guy, sumbong kept talking on the phone for what seemed hours) Andrea couldnt stand it any longer, so she stared at him, and okay.. she was scolding him, and he pretended not to hear a thing. What a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;. Andrea couldnt do anything, so she stayed still after tt, and she told me not to finish up my tea, cos if she's still pissed, she was gonna splash the tea at our greatest SUMBONG. (you should've seen the situation, it was scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The korean girl was getting jittery, so she went down, and prank called him using the public phone. Lol, at first i didnt know what she went down for, but clement kept laughing and laughing, so i was asking him what's so funny, and he told me what the girl was doing. Haha, it was hell hillarious, you should've seen SUMBONG's expression too. (he found out who called him anyway - the girl and clement) He seemed like he wanna bash clement up. Cool. SUMBONG left after tt though, probably cos he know he cant challenge all the people in the room. Ah, pathetic guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, realised how united the people in the estate are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114355501970868187?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114355501970868187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114355501970868187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114355501970868187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114355501970868187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/ever-wondered-how-some-guys-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114346352674100053</id><published>2006-03-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:45:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its another one of those days where you just feel like dying. And you feel super lethargic cos you're mentally fused. I dont know why im feeling this way. But im sure it isnt becos of the exams cos i dont give shit to it. Sigh. I need some sleep i think, probably it'll perk me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114346352674100053?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114346352674100053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114346352674100053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114346352674100053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114346352674100053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-another-one-of-those-days-where.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114345677779593278</id><published>2006-03-27T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:02:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now through yanting's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love letter&lt;/span&gt;, woops :/ we all know who's the cutest guy in class. (dont ask me how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are nerd by nature, they're just trying to act cool. Did i suceeded btw? (quoted from sharmila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats happening on 30th March? How can you guys not know? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THINKthink&lt;/span&gt; ! Its the iceage meltdown :D (which happens to mark the end of common test too) HAHA :D we're retards; more of like, we have retarded teachers actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, please don't ever make me talk to statues. And yes, me and joane saw this gay guy whom we quarelled with during detention. OH MY GOD, to our &lt;font color=red&gt;HORROR&lt;/font&gt;!!! his legs are hair-free. Imagine how gay guys would look if their legs aren't filled with hair? niang-niang-qiang! (thankgod yangy has them :P) Oh yes, saw the shade of tan? it was so fair, especially the socky part :/ Well, i guess we all just like to gossip at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret of the day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The guys stole zhengyi's phone,took off the sim card, and read all his messages! hahahaha. Xieshern was hell funny, there was this msg, about you'll sleep well after i wish you goodnight (something like tt i cant really remember though') And xieshern was like, please, tts the more they cant sleep (if zhengti were to send them the message) Lol! I think zhengyi's afraid of the guys though, he &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ran away&lt;/span&gt; when he realised the group of guys were calling him. Chicken (but too bad, his phone was with cheryl, and tts how the guys manage to get it) Oh, and there was a gang-rape too. They unbuttoned zhengyi's shirt. (if you call tt a rape, maybe just molest lah uh) My class people are nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there was this fella from EP, who came into our class with an &lt;font color=orange&gt;orange&lt;/font&gt; umbrella. He was chasing zhixiang around with it, trying to poke him/something i guess, I dont see why you guys enjoy poking game so much? Can you tell me what's so fun about it? Is tt suppose to be a form of self-entertainment? Cos i think tts freaking gay. (the umbrella was the big kind, you know the ones your grandfather would have used, and it was widely-opened) Errr, imagine guys carrying big umbrellas, which is orange in colour and chasing another guy with it? gay ah? Oh, since he didnt succeed with the art of poking by using the orange umbrella, he thought of another weapon to play the poke-poke game with, he resorted to the usage of fire extinguisher. Okay, tts more like it, fire extinguisher are less gay, and well, at least they create the more modern look. Ah, maybe not, but whatever it is, at least they dont make you look like a balding old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see why touching people results in police reports. GR CR RP - hopeless classes which contains retarded dupes like us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114345677779593278?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114345677779593278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114345677779593278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114345677779593278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114345677779593278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-now-through-yantings-love-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114338022816108917</id><published>2006-03-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:37:09.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is life so full of uncertainty? Why is&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; money&lt;/span&gt; such a big issue in this world? At one moment, someone can be so friggin' rich tt he/she doesnt even have to care about working/usage of money cos money never runs out on you; And the next, there comes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bankrupcy&lt;/span&gt;! Money's a limited thing to he/she bcos everything is so tight. Why is the world based on materialism? Cant we all live equally and just enjoy life, and have everything tt you want, and not forgetting to do anything tt you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to shop tt much, and not spend so much money. Cos firstly, i think tt'll be tough on my parents, as one of us's still not working, and he's just, you know.. yeah, and the another's still out there, enjoying life, whom nobody knows where-the-hell he is, or what he's up to, and obviously, he splurge like there's no tomorrow. Failure. And the last's still studying, and only at secondary level, with 10 more years down the road to go. Although yes, i do wanna be like tt ass, but i think, its kind of a torture to my parents, based on their accumulation of age, i think at this point of moment, its time they get sick of working, and they shouldnt be worried so much of us. Sigh, blame it on being the last. Screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's tough. I dont know.. My dad seems to be telling me a story, and my mom tells me another. I dont know which to live with. My dad claims tt my mom doesnt know the situations and she just do whatever she likes with the money, she doesnt think before using. And my mom, tells me tt she's the one tts bothered by work, while my dad just sit around and do nothing, she said tt the company wont survive w/o her. My dad doesnt know anything. Okay, so which should i believe? There's two sides to every story i suppose. They're pathetic to think back actually. And i guess its all our fault. But hey, who doesnt wanna lead a good and carefree life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its SS and CHEM tmr, and look at what im doing? argh. At this point, i haven't even touch SS, isnt tt great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114338022816108917?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114338022816108917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114338022816108917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114338022816108917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114338022816108917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-is-life-so-full-of-uncertainty-why.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114321086038761068</id><published>2006-03-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:46:36.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; day today. (note why i used the word different instead of &lt;u&gt;interesting&lt;/u&gt;) I skipped pe today, i was just sitting around the court with a few girls, looking at how different people plays volleyball. I happen to realise tt zhengyi sure can hit real hard, his served ball's like pretty high, and rachel, joane, yijie were hollering in pain after they hit zhengyi's served ball. Cool, i didnt know he had the strength. And i realised tt Jianan top 3GR's gay chart. This is what me and esther concluded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3GR gay chart&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jian An (aka. Regine)&lt;br /&gt;2. Zheng Yi&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhi Xiang (aka. Patrick)&lt;br /&gt;4. Vincent Lai&lt;br /&gt;5. Jiahong (aka. Ma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, pathetic bunch of guys. When are they ever gonna learn to be a gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pe was real slacky. We had a free period, and.. i fell asleep again. Oh, me, yangting and jingyi were planning to climb the back gate to get to the hawker outside the school for breakfast. But we didnt in the end, jingyi didnt feel like going. I know you'd think we're crazy, its okay, we're just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after recess was a real pathetic thing~ I was walking back to class as usual, when Mr. Soon actually shouted for me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt;. He was at the 2nd floor when he shouted for me, it was pretty loud, and everyone was practically looking at me. Joane got caught together with me. Im sorry joane, i landed you in the shit together with me. (soon was  like, "Cindy, and the other girl, come up") It sucked when you realised you're in trouble, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got to 4BN's classroom, he was nowhere to be seen. And the people in there told me tt he was hunting me down. (And yes tt was true, he went to the lecture hall and announced to the whole crowd of people tt he wanted to see me) Okay, when he realised i wasnt in there, i think he wanted to murder me cos' he must've thought i'd probably have skipped lecture. But anw, i was sitting at the back of 4BN; when he entered the class, the guys in BN went "teacher, we got new classmates" So soonie asked me &amp; joane to get out of the class, and he talked to us, more of like reprimanded and shouted at us actually. And err, he asked us to get back into BN and go to the back of the class, face the wall, and do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100 squats&lt;/span&gt;! It was real tiring and my legs went all  wobly. I swear it did hurt terribly. After tt he told joane tt she could go back, and he told me tt i've got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;detention till 6pm&lt;/span&gt; today, he's then gonna call my guardian up to school. Yeahyeah.. And yes, he made me do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 sit-up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1000 finger exercise&lt;/span&gt;! And wait.. Its not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to stand at the back of 4BN's classroom throughout the period, so yeah, i was listening to the condoms talk and all. Hillarious enough to have kept me going. After tt.. He made me follow him to 4LY! And i was asked to sit outside the classroom, at the corridor? Facing the wall again, and yeah, i felt like an idiot. The 4JT guys were a nuisance and they kept &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you-know-it&lt;/span&gt;. Benji, Albert, Bryan and all others laughed at me. Shit, it was really embarassing/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon had a talk with me after class were over, (finally im freed) he cancelled the detention and asked to see me every morning at the yellow line for spot check instead, and this time, its for a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;. A pretty long time huh? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back to class, mel was at my class, we went over to 3CR's classroom to watch a fight which is gonna break out between my class and 3CR. I think tt my class's problematic after all. I really think tt jasmine messed around with the wrong crowd, I think she should've just known, stop all the nonsenses and save the trouble. Please dont mess around, cos you know.. Its not a wise thing to do yah? Especially if you make people land into shit with Mr. Soon, as expected. Anw, jingyi even made jasmine submit to her. Omg. I think tts real scary.. Please, just quit messing around and you'll save the trouble really. Trust me on this. Stop being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many went to find her? There were Jing, Phin, Chan, Yt, Mel, Alex, Ys, Er, Keith, Bryan, Joel, Sr, bla bla. But in the end, guess what? Their class werent' over till 215. Lol. So we all sit outside the toilet, at the corridor to wait for their class to be over. But honestly, me &amp; mel arent involve in it. We were there just to watch the good show, tts all. And in the end, me, mel, phin, chan, alex ended up watching this sex video tt was on sr's phone. It was really.. i dont know how to describe it. Kinda sick i suppose? Please dont ever tape yourself when you're having sex. Cos i think tts a sick thing to do. Some things are just meant not to be publicise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, after tt i didnt stay for the fight, joane finished her stuffs, so we headed to MP lib to study. I studied a teeny-weeny bit, and there i was, slacking again! Sheesh, i feel kinda stressed nowadays, everybody's mugging! and look at me, i dont really know my stuffs, and yet, im not putting any effort. I feel pressurized, but yet.. what to do? After joane left, i went ovr to join esther &amp; lx. (i honestly didnt know they were there too until i met them at the lift around evening, lol) We studied a bit, and there we go again, we started rattling.. Woops :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I do think tt discriminations should be stopped. I think its like, its really kind of hurtful at times. Yes, i do agree tt looks do matter to someone, but its not the physical appearance tts all tt is concerned, i think tt inner beauty is more important. Im not saying tt looks isnt important. Yes it does, but to a certain extent. Imagine if your boyfriend only loves you for how pretty you are, how're you two gonna last?! I dont think tts even possible at all, after some time, you'll catch him oggling at other prettier girls, and soon, its so-over between you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And singaporeans, please do not discriminate foreigners. Its not a very nice thing to do you see. Screw all of you who thinks tt foreigners doesnt belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tt if you're so much older than your current batch people, it doesnt really matter if you can connect to them. I dont know, perhaps i think age gap isnt really an issue here cos your main motive of going to school is just to study. So i think tt you shouldnt judge her and humiliate her just bcos she's so much older than you guys are. Besides, im also a year older than my current batch, and i think tt, age doesnt really matter. Why cant people think otherwise? and stop differentiating such trivial stuffs. Do you know how people'd feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for thought of the day today. I really penned down every single thing. Phew. Chest out. Time out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114321086038761068?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114321086038761068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114321086038761068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114321086038761068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114321086038761068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-really-different-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114313499637522802</id><published>2006-03-24T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:29:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;btnyaaaa blajar malem2 gini. buseeet deh.&lt;br /&gt;udah ngak ada yg diajak ngomong, ngantuk, teler, menderitanya diriku ini~&lt;br /&gt;rasanya gw dah rada2 deh. gawat gawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last stage of mental illness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skarang peeengeeen ke CB nih. can i go &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, gw dah bosen ama kriwil-kriwil ini~&lt;br /&gt;pengen gw lurusin, tp klo kelurusan jg, errr aneh?!?&lt;br /&gt;what'd i do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised tt: DL mukanya percis banget ama si jabrik!&lt;br /&gt;ato mungkin mata gw yg udh error kali yee?&lt;br /&gt;koq rasanya smua orang jadi makin mirip smua?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha x) i gotta do something about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;waktunya blajar hey you, kutu buku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114313499637522802?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114313499637522802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114313499637522802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the lovey-dovey stuffs. awwww, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! even me, dont pen tt down here. lol&lt;br /&gt;gay lah #@%#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114294516088207287?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114294516088207287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114294516088207287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114294516088207287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114294516088207287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-reading-drichies-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114294317755352014</id><published>2006-03-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:12:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrenched&lt;/span&gt; your heart could be? sometimes you just feel like surrendering to everything tt's against your will. but is tt what should be done? dont you think you should do something to your life? and do whatever you want to do since you've got the chance to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6715312.post-114286479290601490</id><published>2006-03-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:26:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pms.&lt;font size=4&gt;pms.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=7&gt;pms.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what? whats with the school? i think they should just get the hell outta the world. and just go fug themselves of something. fugsy school. screw my school, someone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pleaseee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got into trouble with my dearest guy again. so whats with him?  and kuek. please kuek, go and get a wife, and stop bugging us, female students. i realised tt you've got  a huge biasity towards me. his words are crude and sarcastic and when you hear it, you just feel like, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;?! get a life kuek. stop discriminating students, and immitating me. dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is the tale of my dearest whoever, i was walking to the canteen with estie, when he.. actually shouted my name from the 3rd storey. okay, tts something amusing and totally convincing. he can actually recognise me by just looking at the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt; of hair i've got. cool. yellowline yellowline tomorrow. i wonder when's tt gonna last till. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my hair's undieeeedddd&lt;/u&gt;; still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114286479290601490?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114286479290601490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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was struck before that hour,&lt;br /&gt;With love so sudden and so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Your face bloomed,&lt;br /&gt;And stole my heart away;&lt;br /&gt;Completely- &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My face turned pale, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;deadly&lt;/span&gt; pale.&lt;br /&gt;My legs refused to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;And when you looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;My life and all seemed turned to clay.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then my blood rushed to my face,&lt;br /&gt;Took my eyesight quite away.&lt;br /&gt;The trees and bushes round the place&lt;br /&gt;Seemed midnight at noonday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not see a single thing,&lt;br /&gt;Words from my eyes did start.&lt;br /&gt;They spoke as chords do from the string,&lt;br /&gt;And blood burnt round my heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are flowers the winter's choice?&lt;br /&gt;Is love's bed always snow?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed different-&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I never saw so sweet a face&lt;br /&gt;As that I stood before,&lt;br /&gt;My heart has left its dwelling place&lt;br /&gt;And it can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;return no more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114270188450959877?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114270188450959877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114270188450959877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114270188450959877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114270188450959877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-never-was-struck-before-that-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114266764623317396</id><published>2006-03-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:42:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im &lt;em&gt;throughhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you guys are bored,&lt;br /&gt;do read MOT&lt;br /&gt;its one freaking funny webby,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll see how freaky some people are&lt;br /&gt;(look at the part where they commented about friendster users)&lt;br /&gt;guaranteed laughter/hollers and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do watch happytreefriends,&lt;br /&gt;or is there anymore reccomendation?&lt;br /&gt;do tell me if there's more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes,&lt;br /&gt;we were all crazykids ytd&lt;br /&gt;dont look at me,&lt;br /&gt;cos we all were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw jerome?!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like,&lt;br /&gt;errr, whothehell was tt waving at me?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realised it was him until mel told me&lt;br /&gt;lol :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and manymany more&lt;br /&gt;i love yt's erotic dancing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114266764623317396?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114266764623317396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114266764623317396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114266764623317396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114266764623317396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-throughhhh-since-you-guys-are-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114248582388208580</id><published>2006-03-16T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:10:23.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;pleaseeee&lt;/em&gt; dont steal my stuffs&lt;br /&gt;you bitch!&lt;br /&gt;its not like i said you can use it&lt;br /&gt;or whatever&lt;br /&gt;and dont even try to deny things&lt;br /&gt;dont you have some creativity of your own?&lt;br /&gt;are you tt desperate for something, tts like&lt;br /&gt;fascinating to amuse people,&lt;br /&gt;tt you've to steal my stuffs&lt;br /&gt;god, stop stooping-so-low bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i said i wanted to relink you?&lt;br /&gt;why should i advertise your stuff?&lt;br /&gt;okay, which is equivalent to my stuffs&lt;br /&gt;or other people's stuffs&lt;br /&gt;yuck, did i say i give a damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im sorry&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;i need to, bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114248582388208580?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114248582388208580/comments/default' title='Post 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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-6715312.post-114245588375371999</id><published>2006-03-16T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:51:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand why im blooging this late?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, i should consider this early?&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever it is. its almost 5am now?&lt;br /&gt;and i havent gotten a single nap yet&lt;br /&gt;okay, i cant &lt;em&gt;sleeeeep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im boreeeeeed ~&lt;br /&gt;insomia? or however you spell it :/&lt;br /&gt;my english totally sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've loadsa &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt; to address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;why do parents &lt;font color=red&gt;always&lt;/font&gt; say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this is for your own good&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;pleeease&lt;/em&gt;, this is what YOU want)&lt;br /&gt;2. if you tell me, i promise i wont get mad&lt;br /&gt;(yeah right~ you're just curious,&lt;br /&gt;and you're trying to make me spill the beans)&lt;br /&gt;3. im gonna say this only once&lt;br /&gt;(like i bother to listen\)&lt;br /&gt;4. when i was your age... &lt;em&gt;blaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cmon' tts so outdated,&lt;br /&gt;get a life mom/dad)&lt;br /&gt;5. someday you'll thank me for this&lt;br /&gt;(i didnt say i wasnt gonna thank you?)&lt;br /&gt;6. you'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;(okay, so?)&lt;br /&gt;7. you'll understand when you're older&lt;br /&gt;(like &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt;? when im YOUR age?)&lt;br /&gt;8. no matter what, you'll always have your family&lt;br /&gt;(i know, okay, sweeeet enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt issues,&lt;br /&gt;i agree with xiaxue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Meanwhile, if you are like bored, go fall in love or something. :) It's a pretty nice feeling"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, there's another thing to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;read her blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114245588375371999?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114245588375371999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114245588375371999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114245588375371999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114245588375371999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-understand-why-im-blooging-this.html' 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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-6715312.post-114200589189889911</id><published>2006-03-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:51:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do care.&lt;br /&gt;for a million reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114200589189889911?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114200589189889911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114200589189889911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114200589189889911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114200589189889911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-do-care.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114191729081908175</id><published>2006-03-09T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:14:50.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so whats my reason?&lt;br /&gt;whats my purpose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114191729081908175?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-6715312.post-114190828176252405</id><published>2006-03-09T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:44:41.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me &amp; mel's nuts chat,&lt;br /&gt;kachink kachink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;DROP DEAD GORGEOUS says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    you arent the hot&amp;cute you were. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;DROP DEAD GORGEOUS says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa you love me uh! hellosexy is your nick ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM! i love ya so very much too sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so so so very much too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOhorny says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not anymore babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala lol im doing homewrk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOhorny says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOhorny says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOhorny says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY im horny when i see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;HELLOsexy grope grope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;HELLOsexy squeeze squeeze&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm girly dont get horny now! im trying to study here  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why study mel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;HELLOsexy says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha coz im guai sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is guai sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guai as in = weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUAI as in wooots nerday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YES MEL"S SEXY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i know mel's super sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love wulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds so sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it sounds gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i got something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm melissa wulan -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross out lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make fun of my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRY SEXY.. dont be angry laaaaaaaaaar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ mel cock is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what mel cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel dick sounds gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never name my kid dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or dicky, or dickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dickhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL unless you and your hubby loves sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;mel\    somewhr in you, you love me. CINDY WULAN"S SEXY TOO ! says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;MELISSAAAAA's sexaaaay. says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i got in house suspension today.&lt;br /&gt;(for a very lame reason)&lt;br /&gt;but thank god mr soon's so nice to me :)&lt;br /&gt;and he even says tt im his daughter~&lt;br /&gt;which dm around would ever be as nice as him? :D&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114190828176252405?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114190828176252405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>please spare me from the agony,&lt;br /&gt;the trecherous, freaking pain of studying.&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeee.. i need a break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my kit kat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone giving me a kit kat?&lt;br /&gt;im wishing for it right now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114182128051322574?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114182128051322574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114182128051322574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114182128051322574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and for your love i'd give my last breath &lt;br /&gt;from this moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give my hand to you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to live my life with you cant wait to start&lt;br /&gt;all we need is just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;my dreams came true because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114131509609603778?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114131509609603778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114131509609603778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114131509609603778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114120906168997584</id><published>2006-03-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:33:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;things to pamper myself with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. manicure&lt;br /&gt;(i want it so much; just tt the holidays arent here)&lt;br /&gt;2. mad hot ballroom&lt;br /&gt;(sexayyy~)&lt;br /&gt;3. shop for craps with the girls&lt;br /&gt;4. bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about shopping,&lt;br /&gt;i really want to buy these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/POWERPOINTeyepencil.jpg" border="0" alt="POWERPOINT eye pencil"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/NATURALblack.jpg" border="0" alt="NATURAL black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks natural, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/LONGWISPY.jpg" border="0" alt="LONG &amp; WISPY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/HIGHGLAM.jpg" border="0" alt="HIGH glam"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glamourous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/BOTTOMlash2.jpg" border="0" alt="BOTTOM lash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a cutieeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/BOTTOMlash.jpg" border="0" alt="BOTTOM lash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funkily done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FACT of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee drinkers are reportedly more sexually active,&lt;br /&gt;than non-coffee drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine is an sphrosdisiac tt stimulates the body &amp; mind.&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating a lusty all-nighter?&lt;br /&gt;Have an expresso to get you in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;But remember - chug too much coffe,&lt;br /&gt;and it becomes a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;depressant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-female&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114120906168997584?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114120906168997584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114120906168997584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114120906168997584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114120906168997584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-to-pamper-myself-with-1.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114105909346335451</id><published>2006-02-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:51:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna make sure everyone learns this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/29613516/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/29611855/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more crap to come tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;i need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114105909346335451?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114105909346335451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114105909346335451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114105909346335451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114105909346335451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-gonna-make-sure-everyone-learns.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114104896425835999</id><published>2006-02-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:10:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever come to a situation,&lt;br /&gt;Where you dont know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;If you do this, you're so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you dont do this,&lt;br /&gt;you're not imparting yourself justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to jing and est,&lt;br /&gt;about bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;argh, i feel like killing myself!&lt;br /&gt;Jing's actually in some kind of situation,&lt;br /&gt;almost the same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;so what'd i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you girls bitch around to me.&lt;br /&gt;yucks! i find it so gross;&lt;br /&gt;extracular &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reckon the wise thing to do now's,&lt;br /&gt;stay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;! okay, i may be acting so hypocritishly.&lt;br /&gt;(cos probably i'll just be sarcastic to you lah huh?)&lt;br /&gt;but hey, tts so much better than being scandalous right?&lt;br /&gt;besides, due to some circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;things have been made in such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this another one!&lt;br /&gt;omg, me and esther hated her like hell.&lt;br /&gt;shucks, stop trying to attract attention in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god,&lt;br /&gt;this one's less gross than the other.&lt;br /&gt;you know, maybe you just need to behave normally.&lt;br /&gt;and stop trying to be so outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. we're mean.&lt;br /&gt;did you happen to sense my sarcasm today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sucky thing about today is tt,&lt;br /&gt;im in trouble &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;deep shit as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this spot check thinggy after assembly.&lt;br /&gt;(we were released at 530)&lt;br /&gt;and apparently darling soon caught me for dyed hair.&lt;br /&gt;and he told lammy dear about it.&lt;br /&gt;awww, and the sickening VP was sitting right behind me throughout.&lt;br /&gt;so.. she blabbered so much about my &lt;font color=pink&gt;pink&lt;/font&gt; clip,&lt;br /&gt;and even told the whole sec3 batch about my ohsopink clip.&lt;br /&gt;great! and yes, she came over to me and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"cindy stand up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"just now you werent wearing this clip!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i changed my clip to a brown one after she blabbered so much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"oh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"and your hair's tinted, i want to see it black tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod, it was already so late, you dont expect me to dye my hair right?!?&lt;br /&gt;do i have the time? im a busyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"okay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"so where are you dying your hair, salon/DYI?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i dont know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"hey! im asking you a question, answer me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell am i supposed to know right?&lt;br /&gt;i'll see where i feel like it right?&lt;br /&gt;its none of her business anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"see where i like"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"okay.. i heard you've improved from last year.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt hear anymore complaints about you towards the second half of the year,&lt;br /&gt;just tt maybe your grooming's still not up to standard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"okay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"so how is studies? common test's 2 weeks away, are you going to score?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you want me to answer you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;if you set the paper easily?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i dont know, see how later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"okay, see me tomorrow morning with your hair black; oh, your skirt's short btw, you need to get a new skirt, can you lengthen in somemore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"its long, very long already"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"oh nonono, you're gonna grow tall in a while, it'll outgrow you soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"im not growing anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, my skirt was so hell long cos i unfolded it.&lt;br /&gt;it was somewhere along my kneecap and she said its not long?!?&lt;br /&gt;i look like a nerd already!&lt;br /&gt;crap lah, tts what happens when you get your name blacklisted.&lt;br /&gt;every teacher'll come picking on you.&lt;br /&gt;its sucky, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, after i was released at 530,&lt;br /&gt;i was late for piano.&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, whats with the letter from the alumnus?&lt;br /&gt;i think you people should just mind your own businesses.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are out of the school,&lt;br /&gt;and we rule the school now,&lt;br /&gt;so just stay out of our affair and&lt;br /&gt;MAKE LIFE EASIER for us.&lt;br /&gt;stop putting pressure on us by telling the school tt our grooming sucks.&lt;br /&gt;hello, its our problem right?&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to report every single thing we do outside school,&lt;br /&gt;to the school? whats tt?!?&lt;br /&gt;seems like you people're too free huh?&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometimes its better to close one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised tt,&lt;br /&gt;the sec3 this year's the lousiest batch huh?&lt;br /&gt;worst grooming?&lt;br /&gt;hopeless cases?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114104896425835999?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114104896425835999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114104896425835999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114104896425835999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114104896425835999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-ever-come-to-situation-where.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114084574751866785</id><published>2006-02-25T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:10:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was contempulating,&lt;br /&gt;okay, i realised i need to get a new chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the people whom i need in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mom &amp; dad (obviously!)&lt;br /&gt;2. david&lt;br /&gt;3. albert&lt;br /&gt;4. reyner :)&lt;br /&gt;   (my oxygen)&lt;br /&gt;5. andrea&lt;br /&gt;   (the person whom knows me inside out; and whom's always there for me)&lt;br /&gt;6. penelope&lt;br /&gt;   (the woman whom i've got so much of my crazy memories)&lt;br /&gt;7. francesca&lt;br /&gt;   (great friend)&lt;br /&gt;8. lucky&lt;br /&gt;   (the person whom's always there for me, and truly cared about me)&lt;br /&gt;9. melissakoh&lt;br /&gt;   (fun girlfriend; my counsellor)&lt;br /&gt;10. melissa&lt;br /&gt;   (cousin tt rocks my socks!)&lt;br /&gt;11. kevin&lt;br /&gt;   (the thick skinned whom make me holler)&lt;br /&gt;12. yolanda&lt;br /&gt;   (my shopping spree partner, my autistic friend)&lt;br /&gt;13. pattra&lt;br /&gt;   (he've helped me a lot)&lt;br /&gt;14. esther&lt;br /&gt;   (my listener, such a great friend)&lt;br /&gt;15. rachelko&lt;br /&gt;   (my mad, idiotic friend whom's hell cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114084574751866785?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114084574751866785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114084574751866785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114084574751866785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114084574751866785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-contempulating-okay-i-realised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114084380272835286</id><published>2006-02-25T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:03:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you're my friend,&lt;br /&gt;you're worth my million tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my friend,&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing but just a past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114084380272835286?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114084380272835286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114084380272835286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114084380272835286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114084380272835286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-youre-my-friend-youre-worth-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114070570171402032</id><published>2006-02-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:41:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheldon's real horny.&lt;br /&gt;so is jiahong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one talks about anal,&lt;br /&gt;another talks about oral.&lt;br /&gt;okay, sick kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my classmates were mad.&lt;br /&gt;everyone gathered around to listen to ghost story..&lt;br /&gt;told by SHELDON!&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what,&lt;br /&gt;you guess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they even created the ambience)&lt;br /&gt;1. offed lights&lt;br /&gt;2. closed curtains&lt;br /&gt;3. closed door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end?&lt;br /&gt;look what kinda story it turned out to be?!?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt; bonding lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when he does -.^ this to me.&lt;br /&gt;looks pervertic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114070570171402032?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114070570171402032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114070570171402032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114070512296248321?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114070512296248321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114070512296248321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114070512296248321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114070512296248321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-i-think-i-shouldnt-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114070461814067760</id><published>2006-02-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:23:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh, i feel like killing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know i shouldnt be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;but i hateeeeeeee you !&lt;br /&gt;i hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;bcos i just hate you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;im mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x =x =x =x&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;and im disappointed today.&lt;br /&gt;no details required.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114059111821098191</id><published>2006-02-22T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:51:58.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just wondering..&lt;br /&gt;how many of my subjects teachers hates me.&lt;br /&gt;and after deducing it with rachel,&lt;br /&gt;i came to a conclusion tt,&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST every teacher hates me.&lt;br /&gt;crap huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English-&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i dont put in effort in doing her work,&lt;br /&gt;and neither do i pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese-&lt;br /&gt;he thinks i talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths-&lt;br /&gt;he thinks i talk too much,&lt;br /&gt;"time to wake up cindy"&lt;br /&gt;"pls do your work cindy"&lt;br /&gt;bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem-&lt;br /&gt;"cindy, please do your work"&lt;br /&gt;"you're not even trying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics-&lt;br /&gt;i slept during his class;&lt;br /&gt;bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History-&lt;br /&gt;dont even talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;we had huge blows.&lt;br /&gt;and we bitch around with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog-&lt;br /&gt;we had a huge blow last year,&lt;br /&gt;bad impression; she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;besides, me &amp; rachel always make fun of her,&lt;br /&gt;her name especially.&lt;br /&gt;(and she knows it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS-&lt;br /&gt;"over dosage of hashbrown"&lt;br /&gt;and i either eat/sleep in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME-&lt;br /&gt;"i feel i feel"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114059111821098191?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114059111821098191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114059111821098191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114059111821098191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114059111821098191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-just-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114053372749433103</id><published>2006-02-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:55:27.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get a life please.&lt;br /&gt;stop all the nonsenses,&lt;br /&gt;and please stop being a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;its not like as if i give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;im super pissed todayyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;argh, i wanna chop off everyone's head.&lt;br /&gt;apparently nobody knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i feel super weak today.&lt;br /&gt;my frequent nosebleed's coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like fainting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;god, save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114053372749433103?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114053372749433103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114053372749433103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114053372749433103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114053372749433103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-life-please.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114043348839428389</id><published>2006-02-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:04:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=13&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EMPHASIS&lt;/span&gt; is on:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't have&lt;/span&gt; to do sex to prove how much we love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the main objective for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;GETRID&lt;/u&gt; of std, aids, whatever tt is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114043348839428389?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6715312.post-114019069084044442</id><published>2006-02-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:38:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cindy, why're you like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;cindy, why're you like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do we live for?&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; for ourselves right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like..&lt;br /&gt;we live just to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; people right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think thats the main purpose of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cin, why cant you be her?&lt;br /&gt;cin, why cant you be him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it tt you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;this/that? him/her?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collision in life is unavoidable,&lt;br /&gt;i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;what'd you want me to do about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114019069084044442?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114019069084044442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114019069084044442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114019069084044442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114019069084044442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/cindy-whyre-you-like-this-cindy-whyre.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-114008055197724578</id><published>2006-02-16T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:02:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's been so full of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i last talked to soon.&lt;br /&gt;:) glad tt he's still nice to me!&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though eileen toh sucks.&lt;br /&gt;she was acting like such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;god, please kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leewanlan too!&lt;br /&gt;i swear she sucks a million times.&lt;br /&gt;whats with the "pathetic"?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what she's got against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today?&lt;br /&gt;i played hide and seek with the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;great, thrilling though huh?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-114008055197724578?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114008055197724578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=114008055197724578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114008055197724578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/114008055197724578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/schools-been-so-full-of-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113976412473487247</id><published>2006-02-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:08:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GUESS&lt;/span&gt; what i feel like doing now?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;i very much feel like enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;i think i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;i want a jap perm.&lt;br /&gt;but it looks kinda messy?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like korean ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe..&lt;br /&gt;ceramic perm?&lt;br /&gt;digital perm?&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell are the difference between perms?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113976412473487247?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113976412473487247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113976412473487247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113976412473487247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113976412473487247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-what-i-feel-like-doing-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113976112040898661</id><published>2006-02-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:18:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets just say tt today's a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out of my house at 10?&lt;br /&gt;tts the earliest time i've gotten out on weekends so far.&lt;br /&gt;wow, tts like a miracle i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i went out with andrea,&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla. yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;and then i met francesca,&lt;br /&gt;(esther was still sleeping when i called her)&lt;br /&gt;great ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna perm my hair this friday with fran!&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. finally!&lt;br /&gt;you know how long i've been waiting for someone to perm hair with me?&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;elated&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, the problem now is..&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE/KOREAN curls?&lt;br /&gt;shucks. it sucks when you dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think korean's cool,&lt;br /&gt;but japanese's funky!&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rather go for jap's clothes style.&lt;br /&gt;but i like korean looks.&lt;br /&gt;what do i do?!&lt;br /&gt;can somebody please suggest? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113976112040898661?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-6715312.post-113967090287751217</id><published>2006-02-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:15:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im freaking mad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so is my dear &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was blowing you know those kiddoish&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLES !&lt;br /&gt;(before we swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she asked me to steal this windmill.&lt;br /&gt;(oh, do wait till i put the pics up)&lt;br /&gt;which i did it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, we're trying to rob the kids from their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, we're just cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, she turned the story anw,&lt;br /&gt;she said we're trying to save the kids.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe from colourblind huh?)&lt;br /&gt;cos they've got less windmill to look at,&lt;br /&gt;which wont make them confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're niceeee brats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i was dancing!&lt;br /&gt;god i love dances.&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like arcade-ing now actually.&lt;br /&gt;ohshit, i need a breeeak/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yusheng's fun!&lt;br /&gt;see how daniel eats it,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll laugh like hell.&lt;br /&gt;oogle at how he chew it,&lt;br /&gt;and you'd drool.&lt;br /&gt;awwww, sexay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113967090287751217?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113967090287751217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i want this hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/models2.jpg" border="0" alt="SIDE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/pinkbottle/modell.jpg" border="0" alt="FRONT"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113964420901909773?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113964420901909773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113964420901909773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113964420901909773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113964420901909773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-this-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113962937408318876</id><published>2006-02-11T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:42:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>abcde&lt;em&gt;G&lt;/em&gt;hijk&lt;em&gt;LM&lt;/em&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;RS&lt;/em&gt;tuvwxw&lt;em&gt;Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113962937408318876?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113962937408318876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113962937408318876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113962937408318876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113962937408318876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/abcdeghijklmno-pqrstuvwxwz-whats-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113958870395912574</id><published>2006-02-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:25:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder why everybody has different reactions towards different things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about reactions..&lt;br /&gt;i love vincent's reaction today!&lt;br /&gt;okay, it was kinda.. blur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"vincent, buy these tix from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats this? do you think i can win the prize?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, obviously those are fake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay.. i buy one lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;zhengyi went over to collect money from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? cindy, give him the money ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"errr, those are his tickets actually"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then i thought tt was your tix, tts why i buy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;you guys should've seen his reaction :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw, this other vincent in my class is funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gordon goh was patrolling around,&lt;br /&gt;and he happened to drop by my class as no teacher was around!&lt;br /&gt;and he went like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you know who am i?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gordon goh"&lt;br /&gt;(vincent tan replied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what'd you CALLED me? gordon goh? down 20"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! vincent's real pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i mean its like,&lt;br /&gt;i guess gordon expected a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MR&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gordon Goh.&lt;br /&gt;fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to get an mc for him btw.&lt;br /&gt;he's a pretty nice chap.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who would rather side students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes,&lt;br /&gt;i hate tt ehist teacher,&lt;br /&gt;whoever her name is.&lt;br /&gt;(nobody gives a damn btw)&lt;br /&gt;can you believe i always see her every morning?&lt;br /&gt;cos on the account of FATE,&lt;br /&gt;she happens to take the same bus as me.&lt;br /&gt;oh great, groans.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what jing asks me to tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAH! fresh grad takes the same bus as a sec3 student?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. real humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i didnt say it obviously.&lt;br /&gt;no guts lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably land myself into a shitter shit if i said tt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, im candy~&lt;br /&gt;im so &lt;u&gt;sweeeeeeet&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whatever? like as if i care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113958870395912574?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-6715312.post-113950102766268785</id><published>2006-02-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:03:47.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; GIRLS bitches around.&lt;br /&gt;cmon, go on..&lt;br /&gt;tell me which doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;well okay, i admit,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt; around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hellooo?&lt;br /&gt;tt's normal for us you see.&lt;br /&gt;which girl doest go crazy over cute guys?!?&lt;br /&gt;heh. but obviously,&lt;br /&gt;god, i hate those who goes,&lt;br /&gt;"awwwww! he smiled at me"&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you girls have any self-control?&lt;br /&gt;or should i say self-pride?&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeee.&lt;br /&gt;cute guys doesnt mean &lt;s&gt;everything&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they're just human beings,&lt;br /&gt;like you and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yucks,&lt;br /&gt;another thing, i hate bitches who goes around,&lt;br /&gt;"hey, i think he likes me"&lt;br /&gt;aww please!&lt;br /&gt;come to your senses girl..&lt;br /&gt;its not like as if you're so well..&lt;br /&gt;admired, you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113950102766268785?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113950102766268785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113950102766268785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113950102766268785'/><link 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you?&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THANKYOU a million.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113922418988002279?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113922418988002279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113922418988002279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113922418988002279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113922418988002279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/heys-you-im-here-yeah-hereeeeeee-and.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113782567134413700</id><published>2006-01-21T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:45:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you still &lt;em&gt;remember&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;How we used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling together,&lt;br /&gt;Believing whatever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has said to me.&lt;br /&gt;Both of &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; were dreamers,&lt;br /&gt;Young love in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Felt like my Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;My spirit I gave you,&lt;br /&gt;We'd only just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Mañana,&lt;br /&gt;Always be mine &lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is represented by a rose not only&lt;br /&gt;bcos of it's eternal beauty;&lt;br /&gt;but also bcos of it's destructive &lt;strong&gt;thorns&lt;/strong&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/6715312-113782567134413700?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113782567134413700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113782567134413700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113782567134413700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113782567134413700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-still-remember-how-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113726152918986519</id><published>2006-01-15T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:58:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;why're things like tt?&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113726152918986519?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113726152918986519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113726152918986519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113726152918986519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113726152918986519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-you-want-whyre-things-like-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113716225667268241</id><published>2006-01-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:24:16.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>squall.&lt;br /&gt;im crazy over squall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went nuts today.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand why.&lt;br /&gt;esther said i didnt eat my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;which is parcially true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113716225667268241?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113716225667268241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;strong&gt;hiatus&lt;/strong&gt; for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;due to my lazyness to blog.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not come back.&lt;br /&gt;hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113531385981532500?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113531385981532500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113531385981532500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113531385981532500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113531385981532500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-6715312.post-113281356288620852</id><published>2005-11-24T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:26:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe im not what you think i am.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're not what i think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand what im saying?&lt;br /&gt;forget it,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;i just rant cos im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bored&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/6715312-113281356288620852?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6715312.post-113103566702065382</id><published>2005-11-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:42:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if only everything had happened earlier.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it wouldnt be like tt?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. really.&lt;br /&gt;is tt the right thing im doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said wrong things to THREE(3) persons today.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;i really feel..&lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first:&lt;br /&gt;im so rude to my maid,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i say hurtful things at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second:&lt;br /&gt;i know i look like i dont care,&lt;br /&gt;but i do care,&lt;br /&gt;its just tt,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know,&lt;br /&gt;maybe today im so pissed tt ahhh,&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont know how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why must everything crop up today?&lt;br /&gt;its like,&lt;br /&gt;im not good at handling such situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third:&lt;br /&gt;its not tt i dont want to,&lt;br /&gt;i want tt.&lt;br /&gt;its just tt,&lt;br /&gt;maybe im refraining myself from &lt;em&gt;wanting &lt;/em&gt;tt.&lt;br /&gt;cos, i feel tt..&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;em&gt;not right&lt;/em&gt; to do so?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;i do feel tt way, but i think i shouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;im at a loss and can somebody like tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just be my instructor for like once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113103566702065382?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-6715312.post-113103464214236636</id><published>2005-11-04T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:17:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;about everything.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why?&lt;br /&gt;i just feel..&lt;br /&gt;so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113103464214236636?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113103464214236636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113103464214236636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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my lifetime dream? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta do this for me, &lt;br /&gt;Cuz if I don't I'll probably regret it, &lt;br /&gt;But if I do I'll probably regret it, &lt;br /&gt;How do I cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;How do you cope when &lt;br /&gt;The one you love is with somebody else &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it? &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with &lt;br /&gt;The fact that you had a chance &lt;br /&gt;But you chose to turn away for your career? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta take it though it's heartbreakin' &lt;br /&gt;It's something that I had to do, &lt;br /&gt;But nobody said that it would hurt so bad, &lt;br /&gt;So how do I live...how do I deal without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me to know &lt;br /&gt;That your heart's with me, &lt;br /&gt;But you're with him cause I chose &lt;br /&gt;To be in this industry, &lt;br /&gt;Money, shows, and hoes come along with luxury and pain &lt;br /&gt;Is all you see when you think about it &lt;br /&gt;But this is the life that I was given, &lt;br /&gt;So I have to live it to the fullest &lt;br /&gt;But how do I deal in the meantime without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;How do you cope when &lt;br /&gt;The one you love is with somebody else &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it? &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with &lt;br /&gt;The fact that you had a chance &lt;br /&gt;But you chose to turn away for your career? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta take it though it's heartbreakin' &lt;br /&gt;It's something that I had to do, &lt;br /&gt;But nobody said that it would hurt so bad, &lt;br /&gt;So how do I live...how do I deal without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal when you can't be with &lt;br /&gt;the one you love but the one you love is &lt;br /&gt;with somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you know she don't love him &lt;br /&gt;but she love me but she cant stand lovin' you faraway? &lt;br /&gt;you just deal with it, deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;(I dont wanna have to live with it) &lt;br /&gt;you just deal with it, deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;(no,no,no) &lt;br /&gt;you just deal with it, deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;(I dont want nobody else alovin' you) &lt;br /&gt;you just deal with it, deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;(I dont nobody else alovin' me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;How do you cope when &lt;br /&gt;The one you love is with somebody else &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it? &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with &lt;br /&gt;The fact that you had a chance &lt;br /&gt;But you chose to turn away for your career? &lt;br /&gt;I gotta take it though it's heartbreakin' &lt;br /&gt;It's something that I had to do, &lt;br /&gt;But nobody said that it would hurt so bad, &lt;br /&gt;So how do I live...how do I deal without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cope when &lt;br /&gt;The one you love is with somebody else &lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing you could do about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113099463498263214?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113099463498263214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113099463498263214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113099463498263214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113099463498263214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-man-has-to-choose-and-do.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113094189595200140</id><published>2005-11-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:31:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/IT/ITC/ItchyTrigger/1130886470_ownyourass.gif" border="0" alt="i own your ass"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tense---Do you feel the need for power? I thought&lt;br&gt;so. As the picture so honestly points out, you&lt;br&gt;like to be in control. Based on your&lt;br&gt;handwriting though, you can be a little tense&lt;br&gt;and nervous sometimes. Thats okay, we are all&lt;br&gt;stressed out every once in a while. How hard&lt;br&gt;you push down on the paper and how carefull you&lt;br&gt;are about writing your letters is stress&lt;br&gt;indicated by the tension in your hands and&lt;br&gt;fingers. Its possible that you sometimes have&lt;br&gt;extreme pain in your hands after writing a&lt;br&gt;paper. If you loosen your grip a little and try&lt;br&gt;to link your letters together a little more,&lt;br&gt;the tension may lighten up a little, and so may&lt;br&gt;your stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DOES YOUR HANDWRITING SAY ABOUT YOU?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113094189595200140?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113094189595200140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113094189595200140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113094189595200140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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we have to pay a price for good stuffs ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113072965425721033?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113072965425721033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113072965425721033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113072965425721033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113072965425721033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-i-wna-highlight-my-hair-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113041684414668156</id><published>2005-10-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:42:59.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XU ZIQIAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is so sweeeeeeeet !&lt;br /&gt;is there really a guy whom's like him ?&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw why everyone's so mad abt dang-ou.&lt;br /&gt;i hate dang-ou.&lt;br /&gt;why does he have to be so mean ?&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer ziqian [:&lt;br /&gt;he's such a sweetiepie.&lt;br /&gt;okay, if only there was someone who'll be tt sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. its like,&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel so &lt;strong&gt;fortunate&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;crap ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113041684414668156?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113041684414668156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113041684414668156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113041684414668156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/113041684414668156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/xu-ziqian-is-so-sweeeeeeeet-is-there.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-113024617707988396</id><published>2005-10-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:16:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess my results are allright.&lt;br /&gt;class position : 28/37&lt;br /&gt;level position : btwn 240-266/445&lt;br /&gt;overall percentage : 64.7% (65%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite contented with it actually.&lt;br /&gt;haha ! at least im not like 300+ or smthng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my hse's occupied by loadsa people.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when my aunties come?&lt;br /&gt;okay, its not tt i dont like them.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it cos i feel very uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;you know, less freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-113024617707988396?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113024617707988396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=113024617707988396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;思念像云朵般柔软&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你静静躺在我胸怀&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我像是任性走失的小孩&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧紧抱着孤单&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;我们都曾经明白也都曾经遗憾&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;错过了爱就难以重来&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要害怕去坦白怕容易被你宠坏&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了该与不该&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到哪里找回真爱找回所有遗憾&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱的真相就能够解开&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多给我一些片段拼凑未知的意外&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去记忆最初的爱&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;我是被你遗忘的精采&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你却带着记忆离开&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心跳是我们唯一的呼喊&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;提醒我们曾经相爱&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的笑像阳光般灿烂&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小心翼翼藏在我口袋&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我脆弱时给了我温暖&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁也无法取代&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;但我们都曾明白也都曾经遗憾&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一旦错过就难以重来&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要害怕去坦白怕又容易被宠坏&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了该与不该&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到哪里找回真爱找回所有遗憾&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱的真相就能够解开&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多给我一些片段拼凑未知的意外&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去记忆最初的爱&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-112989904187658456?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112989904187658456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=112989904187658456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/112989904187658456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/112989904187658456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-112930575970502540</id><published>2005-10-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:02:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so crappy today :(&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw why,&lt;br /&gt;i just feel bad about evrythng.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did badly for my papers;&lt;br /&gt;i failed chinese; english? aint good;&lt;br /&gt;sort of had a quarrell wiv kat;&lt;br /&gt;i felt very unhappy wiv everyone;&lt;br /&gt;my hair makes me look like a stupid kid;&lt;br /&gt;mom scolded me for being ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;dad scolded me for not helping him do smthg;&lt;br /&gt;and i talk little?&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw lah.&lt;br /&gt;tt's just me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although yes,&lt;br /&gt;you may say all these are just little small matters.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe im too sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;so, all these things just make my day go downdownhill.&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;and when my day sucks,&lt;br /&gt;i blog.&lt;br /&gt;tt's why im here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahyah.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i jus feel very lousy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and confidence?&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;strong&gt;none&lt;/strong&gt; of tt.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im a very pessimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;although, yes, i may be encouraging people to look forward to the better things.&lt;br /&gt;but me, myself?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even like, look forward to those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im the kind of person who show people how i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;and that always lead to a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;why? why are things like this?&lt;br /&gt;its so crap.&lt;br /&gt;like wat kat said,&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to give explanations.&lt;br /&gt;so can somebody pls help me interpret wat i want to say/do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate today.&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-112930575970502540?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112930575970502540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=112930575970502540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/112930575970502540'/><link 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/&gt;took a bath, eat,&lt;br /&gt;and went back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;and in the mrng i got up at 730.&lt;br /&gt;eat, watch tv, went online,&lt;br /&gt;and continue slpg frm 12-230.&lt;br /&gt;got up, eat, and was laming ard the hse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to study,&lt;br /&gt;but each time i look at the bk,&lt;br /&gt;i get head throbs, and i feel nauseus.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so crazy tt i keep thinking im sick!&lt;br /&gt;when im not..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had a super high fever!&lt;br /&gt;i even ask my maid to like touch my forehead and see wheter its hot!&lt;br /&gt;and when she says its not,&lt;br /&gt;i asked her to recheck.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i still didnt believe her tt i took my temp wiv a thermometer and double check it 2 times!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;im mad, and i felt so tired this morning.&lt;br /&gt;my maid thought i had dengue!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and andreaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;is maddddd!&lt;br /&gt;she was shouting at e pool.&lt;br /&gt;mad eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;and ther was this boy,&lt;br /&gt;he didnt wear anythng!!!&lt;br /&gt;obscene! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw everything..&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-112877941061710266?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112877941061710266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6715312&amp;postID=112877941061710266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/112877941061710266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715312/posts/default/112877941061710266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-supposed-to-be-studying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-PiNk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554568557243748717</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-6715312.post-112814324561270692</id><published>2005-10-01T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:07:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i knw i shouldnt be affected by rumours.&lt;br /&gt;but rumours just ruins my day.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it makes me doubtful of my next moves.&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw, it just makes me lose my trust.&lt;br /&gt;crap !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe its like tt.&lt;br /&gt;but obviously,&lt;br /&gt;its a fact isnt it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard it..&lt;br /&gt;i was like so..&lt;br /&gt;wth?! really?!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i didnt knw it was like tt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why i didnt knw it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just naive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw,&lt;br /&gt;we mixed all the food at mcd just now.&lt;br /&gt;it was like so yucks!&lt;br /&gt;wait till i upload the pic!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch corpse bride !&lt;br /&gt;i want to cut my hair !&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy the skirt at future state !&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715312-112814324561270692?l=pinkbottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkbottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112814324561270692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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