<?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-5942949893707439567</id><updated>2012-01-27T18:23:02.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bLoGGG!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4407958857654452765</id><published>2011-11-11T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:37:58.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Jia Wei</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've posted something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday morning at 4.05 am, Jia Wei passed away because of a motorcycle accident. When I heard about that at first I was like "No, shit?". Upon realizing that he was indeed gone, I shivered. He was gone? I just talked to him a month before and it sucked that the last words I said to him were "JW, can you pay me back?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but kick myself over what I've said. It got me thinking about how I met him and all. It wasn't anything special. I was in our 4EA class when this bugger asked me for 50 cents. I thought it was amusing that this guy who I didn't even know much about had the guts to ask me for 50 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually it became a habit and he eventually asked about $5.00 worth of 50 cents. I can't really remember how it happened but because of that we got to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started messaging each other while I was at work and after work we'd meet up to go and drink. He made me change the way I thought about him (I thought he was an ah beng but not really an ah beng). I enjoyed his company and other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was there for my 19th birthday and it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We eventually fell apart because of some $$ loans to him. It sucks that because of that we didn't talk much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell how much I'd miss him, his cheekiness, his smiles, his stories and everything. How I'd miss laughing at his weird comments and stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Toh Jia Wei, wherever you are, I hope you're happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you can see that everybody who cares about you is in pain but I know you're in a better place now. I know that you'll always be missed and will always be remembered. You're not exactly that kind of person who's easily forgotten. You make sure that people remember you for something you said, your personality and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the way people feel happy being around you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4407958857654452765?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4407958857654452765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4407958857654452765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4407958857654452765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4407958857654452765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-jia-wei.html' title='Goodbye Jia Wei'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8598744664855950315</id><published>2011-02-06T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:35:26.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fool's tears.</title><content type='html'>Once again I'm stuck in the middle, unable to say what I want to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My week, in a nutshell, has been truly eventful. CNY finally came so as always, went to work (double pay, ka-ching!). The only difference this year is that I actually celebrated CNY. correction: I was invited to celebrate CNY by KM. It was really an awesome experience to say the least. I had such a fun time meeting his maternal side of the family. I have officially met his entire family! (okay maybe not all, but somewhere there). It was truly amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy at the rate we're going. I feel like it's really serious this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I don't know why but I'm watching &lt;i&gt;Kimora: Life in the Fab Lane. &lt;/i&gt;It's a show I'd watch if I was an apparel designer. But it's okay. I'm kind of enjoying the show. Gives me inspiration for stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days I feel like I'm retreating in my own hole slowly again. I'll figure it all out, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8598744664855950315?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8598744664855950315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8598744664855950315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8598744664855950315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8598744664855950315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2011/02/fools-tears.html' title='fool&apos;s tears.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-545935444198373968</id><published>2011-01-25T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:29:18.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHITSHITSHITSHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is one of those days that I feel like pulling my hair out, regrowing it again just to pull them out all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be what people expect me to be. Everybody expects too much. My mom just insulted my designing (as if she can do any better). It breaks my heart whenever she does that because I am doing my best already. I've practically strained myself for almost a year, juggling work and school and home shit. SCREW MY LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The upside of my month is my Italian lesson. Seriously, like seriously enjoy it. It's a difficult language but it's very fun to know. HAHA. Cheering myself up sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really say much except i seriously feel like shooting myself in the head now. Like, "Put the gun into hand, pull the trigger now I'm dead". SHIT. I've been watching GLEE reruns the whole days so I'm literally &lt;i&gt;Glee-ful.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(lame, i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life goes on and on, but I don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-545935444198373968?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/545935444198373968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=545935444198373968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/545935444198373968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/545935444198373968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2011/01/shitshitshitshit.html' title='SHITSHITSHITSHIT'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5659527875626327113</id><published>2010-12-26T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:20:09.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissmas time</title><content type='html'>1st of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching a Bon Jovi concert in Madison Square Garden on TV. Haha. &lt;i&gt;I JUST LOVE JON BON JOVI.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE MAYBE OLD BUT HE MAKES MY HEART SCREAM~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas is truly one of a kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole week I've been working daily to be able to earn enough to buy presents for everybody. I even bought presents for the Ruyi staff (some of them anyway). So Friday, he sent me to work. Quite happy when he did that. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 24th, blah blah blah. Same stuff happened. Same old Christmas traditions. My mom and I agreed that every other year, we'll switch roles on who will cook our Christmas dinner. Since I cooked last year, she cooked this year&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (not that she had a choice since I was working that day)&lt;/span&gt;. I RECEIVED AN OVEN AS A PRESENT!!! After 19 years, I finally had an oven!~ &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Saturday! I went to Bishan to meet him and I went to his house to meet his family. &lt;i&gt;It was like the most nerve-wracking experience I have ever ever EVER had!&lt;/i&gt; Despite my nerves, his family was in fact gave me a warm welcome. His mom was like, "Welcome to the family!". I was shocked yet simultaneously flattered. His family was awesome. I seriously enjoyed spending time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* And so the dilemma continues. Time and time again I wonder whether or not I'm doing the right thing. I didn't mean to go this far. Everything's a mess now. I really have no idea what to do. I'm searching for answers but all I get is more questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5659527875626327113?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5659527875626327113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5659527875626327113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5659527875626327113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5659527875626327113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/12/kissmas-time.html' title='Kissmas time'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8623935531885433237</id><published>2010-11-27T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:26:27.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit.</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I never thought of killing myself??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* This past two weeks has truly sucked. Even my own hamster refuses my presence. LIKE WHAT THE HELL!! If even animals don't like me then I'm at the lowest of the low. I swear I have been sick over and over again. I'm doing stuff I used to before every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can actually tell you how it feels like to smile on the outside and fall apart inside. I call it my business smile. I haven't eaten properly in days, I haven't slept properly in weeks. I'm always so angry all the time. I feel like just ending it all now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not strong enough anymore. Too many things have happened over the past two weeks. I can't take it all. I know I should rise up from all these shit and fuck ups but I can't. I can't find a reason to rise up, a purpose, a goal. I'm weak, I'm nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the lowest point I've had so far. Long story short, I screwed up and now I'm nothing more than a mistake to my mom. Big whoop. What's new? *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I can cheer myself up soon. It's so depressing to keep posting such depressing posts. *BIG sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, karma do your job! I've done alot of bad things in my life that's enough to wipe off the face of the planet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8623935531885433237?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8623935531885433237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8623935531885433237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8623935531885433237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8623935531885433237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/11/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-924130813910979596</id><published>2010-11-21T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:35:51.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>It hurts, this beating heart of mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had to say goodbye a lot of times before. Some easier than others. This goodbye is probably the hardest, and most painful of them all. You may be reading this, maybe you're not. Either way, I just wanted to be finally truthful about how I've been feeling this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My week has been hell. Everywhere I go, I think of you. Everything I touch, you come to mind. Every song I hear, reminds me of you. It hurts. It really really hurts. I wish I could pretend that everything was just a dream but just as I'm about to start believing myself, reality pulls be back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I curse the star that made my wish come true and took it back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what I do every night for the past week? I cry myself to sleep thinking of what has been and what could've been. I wish I was angry at you but I just can't be. How could I? You did nothing wrong. These past few days I've done nothing but blame myself for everything yet the pain still won't go away. What can I do to make things right? What did I do wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to tell you the other day that I thought she was lucky, she was lucky because she had your love, your sincerity, she had you. I, on the other hand, have nothing but myself. There has never been a time that I never wished I was her. I feel like I'm going to crawl into a ball anytime because I clutch myself when I cry since I don't have anybody else to cry to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you never said okay? What if we just stayed like we were before? What if. . Maybe I won't have this empty feeling inside of me, maybe I wouldn't be thinking of ending my life, maybe I won't even be doing things to end my life, maybe I wouldn't feel so suffocated at home with all your memories, maybe I wouldn't be going to school and smiling so hard just to stop myself from crying. It's a lot of maybes and what ifs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I can get over you just as fast as you got over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I died maybe things will be easier for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-924130813910979596?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/924130813910979596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=924130813910979596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/924130813910979596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/924130813910979596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbyes_21.html' title='Goodbyes.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6919580804162570460</id><published>2010-11-13T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T04:23:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked at you</title><content type='html'>It's 4 am and I'm still in the airport.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a weird, twisted way, I somehow was able to pull through and finish one of my reports for MatNPro. 1 left!!! PUSH ON!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching people walk about the airport is rather fascinating in a weird way. As I've mentioned, it's only 4 am and there's a number of people here already to check in to their flights. My legs are cramping up, I'm feeling so damn cold, my teeth are aching, but I still have the energy to try to finish my HCD report. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The problem is whether I'd actually be able to&lt;b&gt; concentrate&lt;/b&gt; enough to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to songs in Youtube. Current video playing: Always- Bon Jovi. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*squeal* &lt;/span&gt;BON JOVI MAKES MY HEART MELT OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Next song: ONE OF US- GLEE VERSION. This song is &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;freaking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if God was one of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a slob like one of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like a stranger on a bus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to make His way home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew that someday all these will end. By not saying anything, you've explained everything in the clearest way possible. Let's just continue this facade. I prefer to fool myself entirely. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously freaking cold. No joke. I am shaking like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6919580804162570460?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6919580804162570460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6919580804162570460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6919580804162570460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6919580804162570460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-looked-at-you.html' title='I looked at you'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-617755905904855354</id><published>2010-11-12T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:04:40.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I told you?</title><content type='html'>Currently in the airport trying to start on my HCD project and obviously failing terribly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been alot of things in my mind lately. No matter how much I try to think about those particular stuff, I just become more depressed. *sigh* Well, what's the point of complaining here? Everybody will just think I'm trying to get somebody else's sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* My days has been rather hectic with MatNPro (Materials and Processes) presentation (assignment 1) preparation. I was in the same group as Jarron, Hantong and Mairah. It was errrr, an rather unforgettable experience I guess. Today (meaning Friday), was supposed to be our presentation day. But since most of the other groups came late, our lecturer had his PMS moment and stomped out of the class 30 mins after it started. It was rather understandable that he'd be pissed off but still. ALL THAT HARD WORK FOR NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now at T1 Ruyi actually. It's now 24 hours and thankfully, Robin's the one in charge so I can slack here for as long as I want. I'm here and I seriously cannot get my brain to function. JUST TYPE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE JEM!!!! OMGRAWR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realized alot of things this week: relationship-wise, school-wise, all that she-bang. Everything is seriously becoming so screwed up. Unfortunately I'm losing my mind bit by bit already. I'm doing what I've been doing before all over again. That pain, that sense of numbness, it's all coming back to me. *sigh* I don't know whether it's because I'm tired but I'm feeling rather emotional at the moment. Screw this shit. Just shoot me and everything will all be over in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT IF I TOLD YOU WHAT WAS REALLY GOING ON, NO MORE MASK AND NO MORE PARTS TO PLAY, WHAT WOULD YOU THINK?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-617755905904855354?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/617755905904855354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=617755905904855354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/617755905904855354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/617755905904855354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if-i-told-you.html' title='What if I told you?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3633521168963153396</id><published>2010-10-22T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:43:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 MONTHS AND STILL STRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been updating much coz I seriously don't know what else there is to type.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My week, in a nutshell, has been nothing but a bore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Been working breakfast at OPH with Ho-chan. FREAKING FUN! =D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Been watching videos of Jeff Dunham and Russell Peters in Youtube as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading some of my posts a few minutes ago. I just realized I had better usage of English then. DAMN IT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; I FOUND OUT THAT I'LL BE HAVING ITALIAN AS MY CDS FOR NEXT SEM.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Opted for Jap (easy pass) but unfortunately got Italian instead. Well I guess it'd be nice to learn some other language as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's Friday meaning &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;BOOK OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt; YAAAAAAAAAAY! Currently bombarding my ears with load music so as to avoid hearing the thunder.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I MISS MY DEAR~ &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was our 2ND month. WEE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized some stuff regarding him. He's the first boyfriend I've had that I brought home to meet my mom. He's the first boyfriend I've had who actually had dinner with my family. He's the first boyfriend I've had that my mom approves off.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; LIKE SERIOUSLY! SHE SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY LIKES HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no complaints being with him. Other people are like asking how I'm holding up with him being in NS and blah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Contrary to what they believe, I'm quite fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sure I feel lonely every now and then but as they say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"ABSENCE MAKE THE HEART GROW FONDER"&lt;/span&gt; and seriously, not seeing him for 6 days &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Sunday included)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; makes my heart SO MUCH FONDER!&lt;/span&gt; I can honestly say that I really am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* So hungry. . . Can't wait to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3633521168963153396?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3633521168963153396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3633521168963153396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3633521168963153396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3633521168963153396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-months.html' title='2 months.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3359554920189986577</id><published>2010-10-12T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:09:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah.</title><content type='html'>"Girl you're amazing &lt;i&gt;just the way you are.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I'm supposed to be in Sentosa now with the G4C gang but as always I'm the one who never gets the info and shit. Fuck this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3359554920189986577?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3359554920189986577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3359554920189986577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3359554920189986577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3359554920189986577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/10/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2417159035670291608</id><published>2010-10-04T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:24:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop this heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well, it's 10 minutes to midnight and as always, I am wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I'm just listening to my iPod. Just a brief look into myself, I realized how important music has been to me. My family is not exactly the most peaceful and perfect one there is so every time shit happened, I always turned to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I'm not exactly exaggerating when I say that music seriously prevented me from killing myself. &lt;/span&gt;Even now... *sigh* October has started with nothing more than problems and problems. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm gonna tear myself d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ry if I continue crying everyday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Fuck this.  It's times like this when I need a dad or a mom by my side. But then again, what's new?&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;My dad never wanted to be in the picture and my mom never gave a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Hooray, I have the best parents in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I may sound selfish every day talking about me, me and me. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For once can it be about me and not your problems, your broken heart, your reason why your life is so miserable?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I already know it's because of me, no need to keep rubbing it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Shoot me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; Shoot me instantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Shoot me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I'm already dying inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2417159035670291608?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2417159035670291608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2417159035670291608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2417159035670291608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2417159035670291608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-this-heartbeat.html' title='Stop this heartbeat.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-7062070410574899420</id><published>2010-09-29T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T15:40:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I am losing my mind in my living room singing random songs from my iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's my semestral holidays now hence I am at home. Not gona work for the whole week so enjoying myself while I still can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR FRIDAY TO ARRIVE COZ IT'S MY DEAR'S BOOK OUT DAY~!!!&lt;/span&gt; I seriously miss him so much. He smses me during his free time so I've got no complaints. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Honestly, I feel like he's just at work and I'm at home while he tells me what he's doing... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"I WANT YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Been spending time with the twins alot for these past few days. Sunday after church went to Patsy and Kenneth's house where Mich, Shanice, Fabian, Nick and I played with the kids till late!! They were soooooooooooooooooooo cute!!! Then Monday went to the airport with the twins, Mich and Rachel!!!!! ONCE AGAIN CUTE!!!!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Tim bit my face when I was feeding him. He was giving me kisses first but then he bit my nose. CUTEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to come over again today but now having a cold so not going since I don't want to pass the kids my cold. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;KM's super adorable coz he was "jealous" that Tim kept kissing me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;CUTE TTM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously missing him now. Anyway as always having arguments with Mom again. Usual shit like Dad and blah... Aiyah, heck care. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I stopped giving a damn long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy with my life at the moment. I don't want it to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-7062070410574899420?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7062070410574899420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=7062070410574899420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7062070410574899420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7062070410574899420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/09/with-you.html' title='With you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6331505875343630963</id><published>2010-09-13T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:32:19.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I wish you were here to hug me to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well once again, insomnia has taken into place. It's been occurring more these past few days. He booked out of camp last Thursday then he fetched me from work the night after. Everybody there was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;"JEMIMAH! THERE'S SOMEONE HERE HORRRR!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I didn't realize how much I missed him till I finally saw him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So blah blah blah. Went to meet him at TAKA Saturday night and had dinner with him and his friends again. They seriously are super friendly. They were like asking the two of us how we got together and I kinda got abit tongue-tied coz I didn't know how to tell them. I wanted to have a photo with him but as always, I've no guts to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I won't see him for 2 weeks. Probably gonna immerse myself in my studies so I won't miss him so much. OKAY CORRECTION: I won't feel the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of missing him so much. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's gonna sms me before he goes to sleep so I'm more than happy for that. GAAAAAAAAHHHH. I don't care. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;IT'S ONLY TWO WEEKS JEM, GET OVER IT.&lt;/span&gt; Just thinking about him makes me smile coz he seriously SERIOUSLY never ceases to surprise me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;He does such adorable things and says things that I never ever expected him to say that I just can't help but fall for him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about me a few months back and I feel like telling myself from my past, "DON'T GIVE UP!! DON'T GIVE UP!! It's mutual. It really is." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Even until now I still find it so surreal whenever I think that after all this time, he felt the same way.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how much but there was chemistry. *sigh* I MISS HIM NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's just two weeks. By the end of those two weeks, I'll have so much more to tell you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6331505875343630963?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6331505875343630963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6331505875343630963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6331505875343630963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6331505875343630963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-weeks-left.html' title='2 weeks left.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2414295779581974721</id><published>2010-09-06T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T04:07:53.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye never comes easier,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I woke up because of a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up with cold sweat and tears streaming down my face. I'm already wide awake, yet why am I still crying? Why do I still feel shaken? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm wide awake yet why do I still feel like I'm stuck in a nightmare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the day he goes to NS. I won't see him till 2 weeks later. 2 days ago was the last time I saw him. We went out with some of his friends. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;HIS FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;They're a rather interesting bunch... Had lots of fun with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't actually talk much but now I am his "apparently existent" girlfriend, Vixen Goh. Totally enjoyed listening to them talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't seem to stop crying. Why do we have to say goodbye? I don't want to. I know it's only two weeks but fcuk it, 2 weeks is a hell of a long time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;I would've prolly dehydrated myself crying by the end of those two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to actually have some time with him before he leaves but as expected, he's currently fully booked. *sigh* MLIS. *sigh* Finally stopped crying. I'm gonna miss him so much I can't even find any words in the dictionary that can even come close to describing it. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tell me you'll miss me just as much as I'll miss you. Tell me that I'm the last person you want to be beside before you leave. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Make me believe... I want to believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2414295779581974721?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2414295779581974721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2414295779581974721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2414295779581974721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2414295779581974721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-never-comes-easier.html' title='Goodbye never comes easier,'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2641647167667596553</id><published>2010-08-30T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:28:23.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINE.</title><content type='html'>I know you're reading this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I'm happiest when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt; From now on my most memorable places are: Bugis, Terminal 1, RWS Ruyi (counter between POS 1 and 2), Suntec, MBS, bus 28, PRP, practically anywhere with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I accidentally brought home his jacket one day. Oddly enough, because of that jacket,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've had the best sleep I've ever had in weeks, heck, months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Call it weird, odd, queer, obsessed or whatever shit, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;the moment I hold that jacket close at night, I'll just drift off and fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; every time he's near. He makes me want to tell him every thing about me that I've never told anybody. He makes me smile at the simplest things. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a little bit of crazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a little bit of a fool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a little bit of all, oh I need a cure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a little bit of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Shit. I miss him. Okay diverting my attention! Tomorrow's the start of a new module Freehand Drawing. Finally something interesting. Tomorrow also happens to be Teacher's Day and I seriously want to go back to CCSS to celebrate and visit but unfortunately for me, I have classes from 9-12. FCUK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I'M SOOOOO BORED! I'm in my living room and for some reason I feel so effing cold. My cold's back. W&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;TFWTHFMLMLISBBQ!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the edge of my seat, filling my head with imageries that will just stay in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Don't let go. Otherwise I may just break apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2641647167667596553?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2641647167667596553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2641647167667596553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2641647167667596553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2641647167667596553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/08/shine.html' title='SHINE.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3639678549277631109</id><published>2010-08-24T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:50:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WARNING: LOADS OF MUSH ON THE WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months of waiting has not gone to waste. After 6 lonely months of being alone, complication on our relationship, endless rumors, and shit, I am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; finally together with KM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st August was the day when it all happened. 5 am!! After that hour I've been smiling ever since. We went home after work together. He sent me all the way to my house! He even accompanied me for my typhoid vaccination. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I seriously wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see our reflection in the MRT, our hands interlocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we also went home together. I think before that I was waiting for him to finish his work so I fell asleep in the storeroom with Wai Haur then he eventually woke me up. So the usual happened. We boarded RWS8 but I fell asleep on his shoulder coz I was super tired. He took my hand and cupped my face just so I won't bang onto the window when the bus swerved. Took a cab @ Harbour Front and he asked the cab driver to send me off first. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;THAT'S WHEN THINGS GOT SO HEART-THUMPING FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, our fingers were just interlocked, my head on his shoulder, his head on mine. All of the sudden he removed his hand and I thought I did something wrong then he put his right arm around my shoulders and his left on my waist. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;I SWEAR, I THOUGHT MY HEART WOULD JUST BURST WITH HAPPINESS RIGHT THEN AND THERE. &lt;/span&gt;Then before I left the cab, I don't know whether he pulled me close or I went towards him but we kissed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;It was just a peck but WOW. Just a simple peck was enough to send me shooting to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was awesome as well. Since Sunday night was our last night working in Sentosa (coz we're being transferred to T1), Tian Heng told this Toast Box girl that seemed to have had this unknown scandal with KM that he was leaving so she came to Ruyi to bid him farewell and whatever shit. I was in the storeroom when she arrived so I was taken aback to see them talking. So I just stayed at one side and kind of sulked, I guess. Then went I was walking home (we separated @Tanah Merah coz he was going to T1 to meet Ignatius), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;he told me "AISHITERU" and my heart melted in ways I never thought it could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I smsed him to keep him company while he kept telling me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sms convo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: I saw my gf sulking at the corner just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: Where got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: Just now when the toast box girl came to ruyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[I fell asleep so I'll skip some msgs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: Ha? You still working?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[it was alr 8 pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: Yep. Hardworking. Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: Aiyoh. Okay anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: More of hungry actually. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: Want me to bring you food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM:Thank you! We leaving liao le. Hehe. You not sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: Thank you for? Haha. Can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: For so caring ah :-) why cannot sleep? What is on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KM: My heart already melted into a puddle of water le. Don't evaporate it oh. *melts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE'S SOOOOOO SWEET~ It's so nice finding about this side of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; good things happen to those who wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3639678549277631109?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3639678549277631109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3639678549277631109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3639678549277631109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3639678549277631109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1484587929909260268</id><published>2010-08-07T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T00:56:28.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stuck in a prison I can't get out of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;WORK IS FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did night shift yesterday with Joyce and Robin with Kah Seng as the kitchen supervisor. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;FUCKING FUN MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We (me and KS) were like planning what to do on Thursday then Joyce said she wanted to come and drink with us as well. Then I told KS that he and Wai Haur will receive a $10 ang pao from the company coz it's their birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;THEN THE FUNNIEST THING HAPPENED!&lt;/span&gt; KS was going to fry some chopped onions and it seemed like he let the oil heat up for too long, so when he put in the onions, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;OIL STARTED GUSHING OUT OF THE POT! &lt;/span&gt;The oil over-flowed out of the pot and into the fire so there was this huge fire in the kitchen stove! When I told Robin there's fire in the kitchen, he paid no heed to me. Then when I told Joyce, you know what she said?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"OF COURSE LAH GOT FIRE. THEY COOKING WHAT!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Then after the fire died down KS, Yeong Fook and I looked at each other then I sang, "Happy Birthday!" and KS and I started laughing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The whole night was filled with bullshitting each other and what-not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SWEAR I MUST'VE BEEN LAUGHING THE ENTIRE NIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a good relief for me. A lot of things have been in my mind for God-knows-how-long. It's definitely nice to laugh every once in a while. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Thursday to come. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I want it to come faster for me to lose myself for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1484587929909260268?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1484587929909260268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1484587929909260268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1484587929909260268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1484587929909260268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-stuck-in-prison-i-cant-get-out-of.html' title='I&apos;m stuck in a prison I can&apos;t get out of.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4554719553801155091</id><published>2010-08-04T03:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T04:12:18.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're nothing more than childish hypocrites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I seriously don't understand myself sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;Like why do I have such a weak immune system, why I think fire is so cool, why I think Miley Cyrus is a bitch, and why I always start to emo at this time of the day... *sigh* Seriously. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;If you opened a dictionary and searched the word &lt;i&gt;"uncouth"&lt;/i&gt; you' definitely see a picture of me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been all but interesting as always. Haven't been in school for almost 2 weeks now. Not that I'm skipping on purpose but my health seems to be deteriorating everyday. *sigh* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Seems like a punishment for all the selfish things I've done in my life.&lt;/span&gt; Such a worthy act indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Well the past weekend was fun. Went to work as always except KM wasn't there coz he went to Malaysia for a 3 day holiday. Anyway I just kept talking to the usual people like Jaggi, Wai Haur, Joyce, Ming Kwang, Ecal, Naddy and shockingly, even Kah Seng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I'm spending alot of time now with KS. I mean not outside of work but during work hours. We'd be like smoking every 1 hour together and just talking shit with Jaggi. Super duper fun. I'm myself when I'm around the both of them. *sigh* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Me and KS are super psyched that our birthdays are coming soon&lt;/span&gt; (mine's next Thursday and his is next next Monday) We even planned to celebrate it together with Wai Haur (his is on the 8th) but I have different plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm putting on a barrier upon myself once again. I've been hearing that people from my class are making rumors about why I haven't been in school lately. Was seriously in tears when I heard that. I hate these kind of people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;WHY MAKE UP RUMORS JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW THE WHOLE STORY?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;PLEASE LAH. YOU'RE IN POLY ALREADY. STOP ACTING LIKE SECONDARY SCHOOL KIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; I'm swimming in a sea of hypocrites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;BTW. NOT EVERYBODY IN MY CLASS ARE THE ONES I'VE MENTIONED JUST NOW. I STILL LOVE THE MINORITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4554719553801155091?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4554719553801155091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4554719553801155091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4554719553801155091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4554719553801155091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-nothing-more-than-childish.html' title='You&apos;re nothing more than childish hypocrites.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-9110984420843976239</id><published>2010-07-27T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:24:49.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only one I see.</title><content type='html'>Currently in school's CADLab with my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Nowadays I feel like I can't really relate to them anymore. That's one of the reasons why I didn't come to school for 3 days last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for August to come. There's gonna be YOG holidays so I can spend two weeks with KM before he leaves for NS. *sigh* I feel like crying every time I think of him leaving. Surely, it's gonna be shit working without him.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why I feel so alone. I just feel like staying @ home and rotting till who-knows when. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sucks. Sucks. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with him. I want to be beside him. I want to take care of him since he's sick. I just want to be where he is now. It seems like he's the only one I can talk to nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the new Ruyi branch after work. Met up with Ignatius, Glenn, Chanda, Naddy, and Jaggi @ T2. OTW there we were so shagged we just fell asleep immediately every time we sat down. The two of us were like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; "Life sucks." "What's new" &lt;/span&gt;-ing each other. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all. I just want to see him and be with him, spend the day with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-9110984420843976239?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/9110984420843976239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=9110984420843976239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9110984420843976239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9110984420843976239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-only-one-i-see.html' title='You&apos;re the only one I see.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-7660060644943304153</id><published>2010-07-24T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:31:23.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say goodbye, I say hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Will it make any difference at all if I never loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it would. I'd probably act like you're just an older brother for me. I'd probably feel comfortable looking like a fool in front of you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;There probably won't be any stinging in my chest every time I hear other people say shit about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I made a promise to myself that I will never tell you how I feel. But yeah. things changed. I won't tell you how I really feel until the last day I see you. Yeah... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm not good at saying goodbyes but hey, that's a good way for you to remember me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This seriously sucks. You're mine but at the same time you're not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Am I entranced by your alluring smile or your breathtaking gaze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm clearly in a very very emo-ish state at the moment. BLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just shoot me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Clearly dying takes less of an effort to do than living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-7660060644943304153?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7660060644943304153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=7660060644943304153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7660060644943304153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7660060644943304153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-say-goodbye-i-say-hello.html' title='You say goodbye, I say hello.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-621677585173007516</id><published>2010-07-16T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:03:51.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climax of a Heartache.</title><content type='html'>It seems like nowadays I only start posting during &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;submission&lt;/span&gt; dates. My current submission is now for Design History and Culture. Taking a break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have pretty much been a huge improvement for me. We just shifted house like a few weeks ago so yeah. I'm three bus stops away from school now. I walk everyday so I guess I get my exercise at times. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work wise, every thing's pretty fine. KM and I are inseparable as always. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;I know I said I've given up on him but now I'm trying to ignore the feelings I have so as to not be disappointed if things don't go my way. &lt;/span&gt;We've been having alot of heart-to-heart talks though. I was totally surprised when he said that I'm his most trusted part-timer. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School wise, well every thing's fine I guess. Nothing much to complain about since I hardly do anything at school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OKAY CORRECTION: &lt;/span&gt;not that I don't do anything but I'm pretty much in my own world. I hardly talk to the girls nowadays. I mostly talk to Chee Kin, Joanna, Hafiez, Matt, Shikin, Yi Xiang and Sakinah now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;The utter agonies of generation gaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanna and I can't relate to most of the girls coz most of their conversations seem just a tad childish for us to actually be involved in. *sigh* I don't know what the shit am i talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* I think the only time I'll ever tell KM exactly how I feel is the day before I last see him. That way goodbye won't be as hard. He won't feel any guilt if he breaks my heart, and I won't feel ashamed to look him in the eye. But if he does return them, then good for me. Maybe I'll ask him out on my birthday... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;All I can do now is just be his friend, remain his most trusted person, give him a cordial smile every time I see him and ignore the cracking sound of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only deluding myself.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; I want to forget- ain't that my biggest anti-climax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-621677585173007516?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/621677585173007516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=621677585173007516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/621677585173007516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/621677585173007516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/07/climax-of-heartache.html' title='The Climax of a Heartache.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1828686567869132366</id><published>2010-06-10T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:49:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not all fun and games.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's truly been some time since I last updated. Been too busy with school and work that I've found it hard to even have time to spend with my family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well once again, I'm @ school, using Matt's "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taemin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" (his MacPro). Today's like the submission of our final assignment for Drawing Essentials. Everybody's like chiong-ing their work. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUPER FUN TO WATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, aside from work and home, everything seems to be going well for me. Been spending alot of time with my classmates and coursemates. This Sunday I'll be going to PID chalet hosted by our course seniors. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;FREAKING COOL RIGHT?!!! &lt;/span&gt;*sigh* This is like the only time that I'm enjoying myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lately my health has been such a downer. I guess all these months' worth of fatigue has finally caught up with me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;It was only a matter of time anyway before my body starts breaking down from all the stress and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Over-working myself is the cause of all these. *sigh* Work- wise I guess it's neither going well nor terribly. KM-wise, I've decided to call it quits. I can't deny that there was never a time when I never imagined myself being with him but now, as much as I would like him to be mine, I think I've finally accepted the fact that even if we got together, it will never last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Cried for an entire night after realizing this. Family-wise, as usual, it's heading a steep road downhill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Even with all these shit happening to me, I'm sure I'll be able to keep my chin up and form a smile... even if I have to force myself to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1828686567869132366?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1828686567869132366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1828686567869132366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1828686567869132366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1828686567869132366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-all-fun-and-games.html' title='It&apos;s not all fun and games.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-337509875797537300</id><published>2010-05-12T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:08:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First stop: Heart breaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Currently in class right now waiting for my painting to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is sooooooooooo fun. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;There's no words that can actually express how enjoyable poly life is.&lt;/span&gt; My class is like the COOLEST! We'd like have lunch together, go home together and what-not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;It's like we've known each other for so long instead of just 4 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently singing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Larger than Life by BSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; with my class while they're painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SEE? Are we close or what??? LOL. Anyway, everything has been okay I guess. Work- wise, I'd rather not talk about it. Work-wise, it's been okay. Things with KM is just plainly going downhill. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;I'm on a direct train to heartbreaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To summarize it all, he's always acting like he's always so irritable with me. The last time I went home with him was like, 2-3 weeks ago? Anyway things have just taken a turn for the worse. *sigh* Either way, I'm moving on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I need to love and be loved by someone who'll accept all of me, all halves of me.&lt;/span&gt; Why should I hate myself because I'm not fully Chinese? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I don't need his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'm telling myself it'll be okay, when I'm certain it won't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-337509875797537300?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/337509875797537300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=337509875797537300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/337509875797537300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/337509875797537300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-stop-heart-breaks.html' title='First stop: Heart breaks.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-9211946048259437307</id><published>2010-04-20T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:43:14.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMIGOSHH.</title><content type='html'>Seriously lost my voice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently came back from school. Today was like the 2nd day of school. SUPER SUPER HYPED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was basically Orientation Week hence I lost my voice. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;It's kind of like requirement for me to lose my voice every time I go for camps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We had like this night walk that was seriously &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SERIOUSLY SCARY BEYOND ALL REASONS.&lt;/span&gt; I actually cried coz I was so terrified. *sigh* I think my partner that time was halfway from death coz I was grabbing his arm so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation was super fun. Met alot alot alot of people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;OYEAH SUB-EMPIRE ROCKS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then during the last day we had the Regatta where we competed against the other schools. We were mostly concerned about our Best Spirit Award that the batch before us won last year. Totally screamed my lungs off cheering. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;DE-DE-DE-DESIGN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We said some nonsense cheers and what-not. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;OF COURSE, WE WON OUR BEST SPIRIT AWARD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;DESIGN OI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;DESIGN OI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NO EXAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;DESIGN OI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;BUT YOU ALL HAVE!! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn funny. At the end of the day I sounded like one ahpek. -.- Went to Paya Lebar Methodist Church to attend Tim Chu's graduation and FUSION with Grace, Esther, JiaLe, Setho, Fabian, Nick Ho, and Asy the next day. SERIOUSLY ENJOYED MYSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go to work afterwards and I couldn't really talk so KM handled the counter while I did the running. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Had fun at work disturbing Wai Haur with my froggie voice.&lt;/span&gt; *harharhar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual went home with KM. Cabbed (again). Of course the moment I sat down, I fell asleep 5 minutes flat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Gravity had a strong hold on me so every turn the cab driver made, I swayed like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;There was actually a moment the cab swerved too much I knocked my head onto KM's.&lt;/span&gt; He cupped my face afterwards so it was another heart-thumping moment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;JUST TELL ME YOU LIKE ME AS WELL AND SEND ME OVER THE MOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Grace tells me that she thinks he likes me. *sigh* I told her that it's so obvious that I feel differently towards him compared to my exes. I've never talked to her about any of my exes during the "before relationship stage"... Even she sees how much I like KM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You sure are stupid to not realize how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-9211946048259437307?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/9211946048259437307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=9211946048259437307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9211946048259437307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9211946048259437307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/04/omigoshh.html' title='OMIGOSHH.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4512548578457013021</id><published>2010-04-07T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:03:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with me like lovers do.</title><content type='html'>Currently singing my voice off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, this beating heart of mine. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like there's a knife that's always been there and finally, someone has decided to push it in deeper to make sure the pain stays&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have this urge to tell him how I feel yet something always holds me back. I'm happy the way I am now with him, why would I want to push it further with the risk that we may never be the same again afterwards?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been all but boring. How can it be when I'm enjoying every moment with him? It's been the same everyday, going to work, laughing at work, sleeping, getting woken up by him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;(he'll scare me awake, crouch down and smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, laughing again, then going home with him. How can he not know how I feel? It's so bloody obvious... *sigh* But I still like his denseness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I fell in love with his smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Every time he smiles, I see how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;unreal&lt;/span&gt; mine is. His dedication, his weird laugh, his blithe personality, the way his eyes have that certain twinkle whenever he's really really happy, his company, his presence... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday morning I was working OT with him, while Wei Meng and Mireen did their morning shift. He was like, "Ok, when Bunny Tan comes right, must say 'WELCOME TO RUYI' very loud to make his day!" Then when Bunny did come, &lt;i&gt;the three of us were so busy with customers we weren't able to greet him.&lt;/i&gt; Fortunately he went out and when he came back, Mireen and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;pretended&lt;/span&gt; to mistake him for a customer hence greeting him. HE WAS IN A GOOD MOOD TILL THE MOMENT KM AND I LEFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really really really really really like him. It's not like any type of like I've ever felt for any of my exes. His is more of a calm, slow kind of love. I don't want to rush it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;It's funny coz even though we're not in a relationship, you can see us in the bus, MRT or cab sleeping, arms linked, my head on his shoulder, his head on mine.&lt;/span&gt; It sounds to me like some ironic sitcom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared to tell him how I feel but at the same time eager to do so. People say it's mutual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(still racking my brains as to how it is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... But what if I live with regret due to a seemingly harmless mistake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost for words... for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4512548578457013021?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4512548578457013021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4512548578457013021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4512548578457013021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4512548578457013021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/04/walk-with-me-like-lovers-do.html' title='Walk with me like lovers do.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3928310567359816259</id><published>2010-03-29T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:57:45.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Today I woke up with a huge migraine, aching neck and body, and messages from the one I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official:&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; I'M FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM EVEN MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't updated in a while I guess it'll be polite of me to just fill in the blanks. Last Monday, (22/3) went out with him. A date, if you may call it. Met up with him @ around 8-8.30 pm @ Bishan (Junction 8) to watch "How to train your Dragon in 3D".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a kiddy movie but surprisingly enough oodles of couples were watching it. There was absolutely no sign of kids in the theater. Oddly comical if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much contemplation we decided to meet up with Asri and go drinking (Ooh-la-la). Got drunk as always but was fortunate enough to have him take care of me. Went to Ruyi afterwards coz forgot to bring my house keys and he didn't want to go yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At RWS, we had our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"super romantic yet neither one of us had the courage to make any sense of it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moments. We sat down at Waterfront just in front of the harbour to pass our drunken states. Our arms would be linked together, I'd fall asleep with my head on his shoulder, his head on mine while the cool sea breeze slowly rocked us to sleep in that dim-lighted place (it was 3 in the morning).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, he even sent me home. LIKE TO MY DOORSTEP ALL THE WAY IN TAMPINES WHEN HE LIVED IN BISHAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that day we just continue having our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"seriously, it's so romantic I can't believe you're not taking this chance to do something" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moments. No words can ever express what it's like being with him everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I took that chance I had at the Waterfront to tell him how I felt. So many people have already told me that it's mutual. Still racking my brains as to how exactly is it mutual. But still... Must take the chance....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;The image in my heart now has a face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his name is Goh Kher Meng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3928310567359816259?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3928310567359816259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3928310567359816259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3928310567359816259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3928310567359816259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s complicated.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6831807590305709665</id><published>2010-03-17T05:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:10:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just regurgitating shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I WANT TO STAY IN THIS MOMENT FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well insomnia has, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kicked in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't sleep entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about too many irrational things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... okay! UPDATES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;12/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with fuwei, eugene and asy to go to work @ Club Chinois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon stepping inside, i remembered the promise i made to myself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;TO NEVER EVER RETURN TO CC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like working with dennis but i'm not much of a fine-dining kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;the people there seem just abit stuck-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some are nice though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, throughout the night fuwei, eugene and me were saying how much we were beginning to love banquet more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;IT WAS SERIOUSLY SO BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, at around 10.30 left to change and the three of us went to ruyi to work the night shift with kher meng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;WE HAD SOOOOO MUCH FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the four of us kept talking about nonsense then me &amp;amp; KM would go to our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;"EMO CORNER" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;(the spot infront of the ice machine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of the ice machine, i kena lay egg again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MEANING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the ice machine, once again, dropped a whole block of ice on my hand while i was taking ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so shagged the entire night i sat down @ the emo corner and fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boys didn't wake me up coz they knew how tired i was so pretty thankful to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to bagus to eat breakfast and cabbed home with KM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13/3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worked@ OPH as usual and was in the same side station with ho-chan, vic, and my bitch (fu wei).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing memorable happened actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;had my feelings hurt though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;14/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up early to go to church then went home to sleep then went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with fu wei and eugene to eat dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happened to meet jun wei otw so the 4 of us ate @ Fish&amp;amp;Co. in ION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;partnered with jun wei &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't move around much coz my leg was seriously painful the entire night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then somewhere during the 7th course cried coz of frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got scolded by lin jie and hua jie coz andy picked up my food for me when he's not supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got super angry coz i was being scolded when i never asked him to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to my side station angry then yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho-chan asked what was wrong so i told him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cried while keeping a smile plastered coz we were facing the guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ho-chan made me laugh by saying lame jokes and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't talk to anyone else the whole night except for him and my bitches (FW and eugene)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had supper/breakfast@ McD with mummy, zhi xian, wei ling, billy, remus, lin jie, jessica, qi wen, ho ming, and xuanwei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qi wen kept patting my head and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oddly enough kind of liked it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*i'm weird i know. i like it when people pat my head or scratch my neck. call it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;KITTY TRAITS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought new guitar strings today as well as guitar maintenance accessories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was re-stringing my guitar and apparently i strung it too tightly without noticing that it snapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I JUST BOUGHT NEW STRINGS AND NOW I HAVE TO BUY ANOTHER SET. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fortunately it's only $7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;MY DAYS ARE MOSTLY COMPRISED OF SLEEPING, EATING CHICKEN RICE AND SMSING KM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, HE'S ASH, I'M PIKACHU AND YOU'RE JUST THE POKEBALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6831807590305709665?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6831807590305709665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6831807590305709665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6831807590305709665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6831807590305709665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-just-regurgitating-shit.html' title='you&apos;re just regurgitating shit.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2511290218817042411</id><published>2010-03-09T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:17:27.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encourangements.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE NERVES OF STEEL, I HAVE A HEART THAT FEELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;7/3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home after watching Alice in Wonderland to go to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I OVERSLEPT AND WASN'T ABLE TO GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was seriously damn shagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was partnered with jun wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'twas quite fun... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwards did OT as always and everybody started teasing me because of remus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;he kept telling everybody that the only reason i'm working @ ruyi is because i like kher meng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;remus: okay after this right, you can take all the tea candles you want or the center piece as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;remus: tea candles... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: candles? for?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; (thinks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OH!!!! FUCKKKK YOUUUUU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;remus: you take as much tea candles as you want the tuesday you go to ruyi set it on a table, then you sit down with kher meng and stare at each other. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;(everyone laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically everybody knows. TT_TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even mummy keeps teasing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;mummy: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;(upon seeing me approach the bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAIYAH!!! YOU GOT KHER MENG ALR YOU LIKE TT ALR... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(then gives me that -.- face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;THINGS HAVE CERTAINLY TAKEN A TURN FOR THE BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm essentially happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;OH YEAH! I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THIS INCIDENT WITH ME AND FU WEI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(pouring soya sauce) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fu wei!!! help lehhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;fu wei: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;(taking a tray and putting all the soya sauce thingies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;*the word escapes me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aiyahh. so lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: it's called being productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;fu wei: it's lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: PRO-DUC-TIVE. actually lazy people tends to be the most productive ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;fe wei: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(laughs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;me: this is called being efficient man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently smsing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kher meng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;it seems like every free time we both have, we're smsing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IS THAT A GOOD THING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gasp. i see JJLin on tv. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;YOU DON'T NEED TO BE A ROCKET SCIENTIST TO KNOW HOW I FEEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2511290218817042411?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2511290218817042411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2511290218817042411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2511290218817042411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2511290218817042411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/encourangements.html' title='encourangements.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8267661466431968962</id><published>2010-03-07T04:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:43:49.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THERE WAS HARDLY A TIME WHEN I NEVER CONTEMPLATED TAKING YOU AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yeah,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; dunnoe what's with me and my emo headers but yeah. THERE YA GO BABY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just reached home from work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;ALICE IN WONDERLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with vyennus, mummy, asy, zhi xian, weiling, ho ming, viknesh, and zhi hao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was okay i guess... most definitely not my type of movie but i'd give it a round of applause for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;the presence of johnny depp and helena bonham carter. &lt;/span&gt;*claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was smsing kher meng throughout the movie so was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;pretty elated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've been smsing each other alot these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, HE'S SUPER WEIRD IT'S FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's so freaking hilarious at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway did bar at work today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SUPER SUPER SUPER FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else is there to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;been stressing out due to my poly application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seriously need the time to relax but remus won't let me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasn't supposed to work sunday function but he still want me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;AND I'M THE TYPE OF PERSON WHO CAN NEVER SAY NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well shall update *hopefully more interesting things* soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;STOP THINKING I LIKE YOU COZ I DON'T... ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8267661466431968962?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8267661466431968962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8267661466431968962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8267661466431968962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8267661466431968962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-all-in-my-head.html' title='it&apos;s all in my head.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2873643438623931520</id><published>2010-03-03T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:15:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surreptitious glances we've made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;WOKE UP THIS MORNING WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU IN MY MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life at home truly is infuriating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 2 weeks of hardly being at home i thought i'd finally have something to do yesterday &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*since it was my day off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* well monday was truly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did OC with zhi xian, mummy, vyennus, ruilian, ho ming, asyraf, fu wei, weiling, celeste, and matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with asy, ho-chan, fu wei and ruilian @ redhill mrt station then called remus to ask where we're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;HE TOLD US TO GO TO A BUILDING CALLED &lt;b&gt;ESI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so because of his wrong directions, we walked around eating mr bean pancakes for 20-30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;when we found the building it was &lt;b&gt;E2I.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah blah did the catering event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I WAS INTRODUCED AROUND BY MR PHANG AS RUYI'S MASCOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwards talked to the barman who spent 9 years in US so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;we were both so ecstatic to find somebody who's been in the US for a long time other than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back to OPH where we threw shaved ice at matthew as an early birthday bash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;IT WAS HAPPY TIME FROM THEN ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remus brought out 3 jugs of beer so yeah. people drank...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;and because of my body's stupid reaction to beer, i could only drink F&amp;amp;N orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually got bored so decided to sms kher meng who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept him company the entire night while he was working @ ruyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;HE'S SUPER WEIRD IT'S SO FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else is there to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personally-wise, i'm still caught unaware with this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;ever palpitating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feelings of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;honestly i need a sense of normality back in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's gone too haywire... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;family, friends, work, relationships &amp;amp; blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* shall update again when i have the chance to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;WHY  CAN'T I FEEL ANYTHING FOR ANYONE OTHER THAN YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2873643438623931520?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2873643438623931520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2873643438623931520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2873643438623931520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2873643438623931520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/surreptitious-glances-weve-made.html' title='surreptitious glances we&apos;ve made.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8008541845940905865</id><published>2010-03-01T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:33:10.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sense of procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it has seriously been too long since i posted something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been too pre-occupied with work that i don't even have time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;MY DAYS ARE PRACTICALLY WORK, HOME, SLEEP, WAKE UP, BATHE, WORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just came back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't go home for like 1 day coz was too busy working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worked at midnight shift@ ruyi (@ resort world sentosa) friday night, then come 7 am, there weren't anybody there yet so me and kher meng decided to OT until the morning shift people came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home at around 9 and arrived at around 11++. talked to my mom for an hour, bathed and cabbed down to OPH @2 to do setting. then worked till 12++ then proceeded to ruyi again with mummy and zhi xian to do midnight shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwards, went to mummy's house coz he wanted to bathe so yeah, cabbed down to serangoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;fell asleep with my head on mummy's shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, went to mummy's house then we went back to OPH at 9 to do set-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;SIBEI TIRED MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell asleep at the office there while listening to remus talk. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah blah, did banquet again. then afterwards was supposed to do OT but fell asleep at the office again while talking to remus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mummy they all woke me up then proceeded to cineleisure to watch movie~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;TIRED BUT HAD ENOUGH ENERGY TO WATCH MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, andy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;(mummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vyennus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;(spring onion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, julian, asyraf &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;(bubble man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ho ming, weiling&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; (predator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and fu wei stopped over at shaw house to eat dinner @ pepper rice. then billy joined us after a few minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proceeded to cineleisure to watch &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;DEAR JOHN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;TWO WORDS: BLOODY BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was only nice to watch coz channing tatum was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i guess that's basically all i can say, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;CURRENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHO TO GO TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8008541845940905865?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8008541845940905865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8008541845940905865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8008541845940905865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8008541845940905865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/03/sense-of-procrastination.html' title='sense of procrastination.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1780850442223686987</id><published>2010-02-11T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:41:20.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I AM CURRENTLY LOSING MY MIND IN MY BROTHER'S ROOM WHILE SINGING KOREAN SONGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently singing &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I Hope by FT Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WoooO~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up this morning to find my right eye to be blue-black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first reaction: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd reaction: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;WHERE'D THIS COME FROM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's seriously blue black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i look like i kena punched or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new song: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ring Ding Dong- SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm totally bored at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planning to go to cccss tomorrow for CNY celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't really want to go but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;after much contemplation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;GOING MEANS I'D HAVE TO SEE PEOPLE I DON'T WANT TO SEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new song!!! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Juliette- SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my phone has alot of SHINee songs what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunnoe what happened to my hair but when i woke up, it was much lighter in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so cool in my house &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;*even though it's blazing hot outside*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i have to wear a jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;it's the ice age here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any rational person would turn off the aircon but ME LIKEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I REARRANGED MY CLOTHES IN MY CLOSET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's neater now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was in a good mood so i rearranged my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD SO MANY CLOTHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to pack away those that i rarely use coz they're basically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;consuming space in my precious closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i was watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;"Star-Golden Bell Challenge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in KBS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;*to my brother's horror, i found out we have 2 korean channels.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Key &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;(SHINee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Yesung &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(SuJu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jun &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;(MBLAQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Dujun &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;(BEAST) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were guests there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;THEY WERE SUPER FUNNY. SPECIALLY &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;KEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another guest said he looks like a Japanese warrior &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;(and upon close observation, he does)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then he was sulking... SUPER CUTE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then jun was saying something then he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"MEMBA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;"MEMBER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was laughing so hard my mother rushed out of her room to see what was wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;then when i told her she whacked my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHHHH! i'm gonna rot at home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so bloody boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I CAN'T STOP ANYMORE. AND I DON'T WANT TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1780850442223686987?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1780850442223686987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1780850442223686987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1780850442223686987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1780850442223686987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/02/supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.html' title='supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!!!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6954560956398966779</id><published>2010-02-08T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:26:26.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage = WATER&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call = Mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message = Celeste Chew ~! (wifey)&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to = Hot Issue- 4Minute ( heard it on tv, now I can't get it off)&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried = i think sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice = yup.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on = yup.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = nope.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special = sure.&lt;br /&gt;10. been depressed = most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up = haha... YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. BLACK&lt;br /&gt;13. RED&lt;br /&gt;14. BLUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend = yup.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love = yup.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried =  just this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you =  yeah... changed the way I think at most.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = sure.&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you =  that was last year.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your fb friend's list = hehe... sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL:&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life = about 80%?&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets = 2 turtles. (Hachi and Natchi)&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = noooo.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = ate korean bbq chicken.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 11-ish&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = watching TV&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = hmmm. to go back to work lor.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother = this morning. woke up to go to the loo then she was in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = MY HEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = the loud humming of the fan and the audio of "THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = none that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = being stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage = facebook =] and blogger.&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames = jem, jemishy, -.- "yamatte"&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign = leo&lt;br /&gt;40. He or She? = i'm a she. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary? = Woodridge School&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School = International Christian Academy School, Manila Japanese School, Woodridge College&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/College = Woodridge College, Chai Chee Secondary School, Temasek Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour = light brown&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short = long&lt;br /&gt;46. Height = erm... 154.5 cm *haaaa*&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = sure~!&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you like about yourself? = hmmm... dimples? and sth else *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings = 2 on my left ear and 1 on my right&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos = none.&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty = righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery = none~!&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing = i was around 5?&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend = Camille~!&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined = hmmm... Badminton?&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation = Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers = can't remember. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating = nothing.&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking = nothing.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to = sneeze *Achoo~!*&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to = the fan?&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for = tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? = sure!&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married? = yup!&lt;br /&gt;66. Career? = something worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes? = eyes&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = both?&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller = taller but not too tall.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger = older but once again, not too old.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = i prefer both!&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = arms baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = both!&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = trouble maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = nope.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = yup.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = yeah...&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date = nope.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;81. Had your own heartbroken = yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested = nope. fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down = yup.&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend? = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself = at times.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles = depends.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight =sure!&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven = yeah.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus = used to.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = believed in it, did it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels = sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? = yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody? = nooo.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why? = not too sure. i've no regrets so i dun think i'll go back.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? = hmmm. 7th of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love? = nah..&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? = sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6954560956398966779?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6954560956398966779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6954560956398966779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6954560956398966779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6954560956398966779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/02/100-truths.html' title='100 truths?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-282992950063665315</id><published>2010-02-07T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:13:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this biological phenomenon called love</title><content type='html'>just finished eating dinner~!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kewl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday @ work was totally fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;started @ 2 and as always, i was the earliest to arrive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;(gotta break this habit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so blah blah blah set-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't really remember much about the setting up part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;all i remember is that i keep tripping onto stuff i shouldn't be tripping on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY! 6 pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roll-call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, vyennus, eugene, fu wei, asy, ho ming and i went to the kitchen and found that everybody was there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;PS. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then remus started telling us all our tables and partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;HE FORGOT ABOUT ME AND HE WAS TALKING TO ME THE WHOLE DAY. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody kept calling me ,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;"hentai" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;"yamatte!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; coz of our drinking spree last thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup went drinking again but this time with all the OT people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so eventually, my partner became ho ming and things went by smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;then did OT and went drinking again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so went home with celeste and jun yang in remus' car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then somewhere in orchard we got involved in a car accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remus' car collided with this cab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;jun yang and him were unscathed but i wish i could say the same about me and celeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;she banged her knee real hard on the seats and i banged my head on the metal part of the driver's seat headrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;IT'S EVEN MORE PAINFUL THAN IT SOUNDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celeste cried coz of the pain so i comforted her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;(wanted to cry but was still in shock. didn't feel the pain till minutes later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;SO NOW I HAVE A BIG BRUISE ON MY FOREHEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;(to weiling and celeste) when we left oph, my face was very warm coz of the alcohol. now it's freaking cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so arrived home @ around 6-ish am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;opened the door real slowly so as to not wake anybody then my brother came out from no where so i almost screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he roared in silent laughter. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah... won't see everybody @ work till 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'M STILL FALLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-282992950063665315?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/282992950063665315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=282992950063665315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/282992950063665315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/282992950063665315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-biological-phenomenon-called-love.html' title='this biological phenomenon called love'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2891219787644060564</id><published>2010-02-01T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:25:41.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>encouragements....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'M GOIN TO TP~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, i'm going to tp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;haven't been updating in a while coz my mom spoiled my com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't been doing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these past few days were uber fun coz went to work practically everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to work, played around with andy (who by the way is calling me "daughter" since i call him mummy.) and ho ming (HO-CHAN!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgot who i partnered with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played with andy, billy, ho ming and blah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;partnered with rui lian... SUPER FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did OT for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played tai di afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;TOTALLY OWNED BILLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;was crowned "TAI DI QUEEN."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did 2 tables by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah, did OT again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played tai di again! and won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;then went out with billy and qi wen to meet asri, and jun yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER FUN!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;some incident happened between me and billy in jun yang's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hardly slept so was pretty shagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;had this singing marathon with brendan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;went to work again but was pretty quiet coz very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did OT again then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, later going out with andy to watch a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KEWLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT HAPPENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2891219787644060564?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2891219787644060564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2891219787644060564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2891219787644060564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2891219787644060564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/02/encouragements.html' title='encouragements....'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8792608304794911561</id><published>2010-01-18T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:22:53.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humanimal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I AM LEFT WITH NOTHING MORE THAN UTTER CONFUSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;been working non-stop for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can barely feel my legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was the most hectic yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did 3 tables practically by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i used practically coz my partner was always MIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had alot of accidents too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bride and groom were about to take a photo with the people from one of my tables so i had to  get out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then a couple from the table shifted their baby's stroller to this super narrow pathway (coz everybody was positioning to have their photos taken).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had to walk through that pathway and i accidentally stepped on the wheel of the stroller, hence motioning me forward towards the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;in a layman's, i head-butted the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then in the kitchen, i was talking to hua jie when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;i fell on my butt due to the wet floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;the cook accidentally splashed hot water on my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;a plate fell on my foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;and all the souzans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;(i dunnoe how to spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;from all three tables fell on my head when i carried it in one-by-one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY AM ACCIDENT PRONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm surprised i can still walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly i'd rather have all these accidents while i'm at work than stay at home and constantly think of how miserable i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least when i'm at work i don't think of anything else compared to when i'm at home and all i can ever think about is how everybody seems to have forgotten me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR BEING FRIENDS MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I CAN'T STOP THE BLEEDING. WHAT HAVE I DONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8792608304794911561?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8792608304794911561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8792608304794911561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8792608304794911561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8792608304794911561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/01/humanimal.html' title='humanimal.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3131432662913177188</id><published>2010-01-14T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:48:31.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't stand being alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'M A COWARD FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to start off, i'm extremely happy to say i passed my O's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;15 POINTS BABY~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was super happy but &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;unfortunately the happiness died down coz i had nobody to celebrate with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;IT'S TIMES LIKE THESE THAT I WISH I HAVE SOMEONE WHO'D BE WITH ME THROUGH MY UPS AND DOWNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well as always, being stuck at home has been all but interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been doing along of brooding lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'M TIRED OF FORCING MYSELF TO SMILE EVERYTIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this seriously sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, I AM ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DIE CAN NEVER DIE, AND PEOPLE WHO DON'T HAVE THEIR LIVES EBBED AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate not being able to talk to him for more than 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;nowadays the longest conversation we've had was less than 3 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;FUCKING SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I WANT TO FORGET SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3131432662913177188?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3131432662913177188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3131432662913177188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3131432662913177188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3131432662913177188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-stand-being-alone.html' title='i can&apos;t stand being alone.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6671907384218008502</id><published>2010-01-07T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:10:17.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you get it?</title><content type='html'>wooo...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's seriously been too long since I last updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prolly coz I keep changing blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another blog btw. &lt;a href="http://strawberryjem.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;www.strawberryjem.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yeah yeah, the link's funny. COULDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;well, as everybody's in school now &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;(since it's the school season again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, I'm stuck at home once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;3 DAYS AT HOME AND I ALREADY FEEL LIKE KILLING PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;IT'S SO FREAKING BORING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go out!!! BUT EVERYBODY'S IN SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;currently having this hair-pulling-kind-of-pain tummy ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's not much to type really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;JUST ME BEING STUCK IN THIS TRAIN OF NOSTALGIA AND WHAT-NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* was looking at kylie's photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;SHE'S SOOOOOO FREAKING CUTE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently some idiot deleted her pics from my cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* and she had sooo many cute pics from there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking to mr jordy ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;AKA KOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; online now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're both so freaking bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told him that if we went to school today, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;WE'D BOTH BE BLOODY SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was looking at dear's pics also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me a stalker, obsessed or whatever shit, i just like looking at his pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;it gives me a certain sense of satisfaction seeing him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;YOU'RE ALL I WANT AND MORE. I'M HAPPY ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6671907384218008502?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6671907384218008502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6671907384218008502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6671907384218008502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6671907384218008502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-you-get-it.html' title='don&apos;t you get it?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4443298291102242838</id><published>2010-01-02T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:30:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 buzz~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well it's finally 2010~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;i'm not a real "new year celebrating" type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sure I get the buzz due to the fact that it's the NEW year but it eventually wears off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SHORT-ATTENTION SPAN... WHAT CAN I DO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summarized, the day was quite productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FINALLY CLEANED MY ROOM MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ok, it's not clean clean clean but as long as the floor's shining and the tops are dust-free, I'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's 2010?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what exactly is there to look forward for in 2010?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'M GONNA TURN 19 THIS YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... my results are gonna be released sometime this month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCARED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;hoping that this year may be more of an optimistic one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else is there to say??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;well, I'm here to support dear 24/7 for his o's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LITERALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz jfyi, if ever I pass my O's and be able to  enter poly, school won't start till april&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so I'm pretty much free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently disposing of all my O level stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uber cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OLE-OLE-OLE-OLE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4443298291102242838?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4443298291102242838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4443298291102242838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4443298291102242838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4443298291102242838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-buzz.html' title='2010 buzz~'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6962179568540493732</id><published>2009-12-29T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:08:57.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth behind the smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IT'S MORNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well gonna go to work later~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;i love going to work coz of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;then from january onwards i'll be working in sentosa under asri and ... will be there too~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;dunnoe why but i'm happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing good happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to different places yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;was soooo tired coz i was having a flu and i lost my voice again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well talking to my aunty/cousin right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coooooool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i'm going nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;FLY ME OFF TO WHERE YOU ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6962179568540493732?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6962179568540493732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6962179568540493732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6962179568540493732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6962179568540493732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-behind-smile.html' title='the truth behind the smile.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-9135652335509575515</id><published>2009-12-24T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:31:01.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve nya~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;well currently in the kitchen trying to whip up a scrumptious  Christmas dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far every thing's going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;SUPER PUMPED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;so far, finished making the carbonara and the "omelette that leaves you wanting more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super thankful to all those people who uploaded recipes man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know why i was emoing ystd but i feel so happy today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then tomorrow i'm gonna go for the youth stayover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;confirm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; won't sleep one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLLER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;FA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-9135652335509575515?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/9135652335509575515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=9135652335509575515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9135652335509575515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/9135652335509575515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve-nya.html' title='Christmas eve nya~'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2409584621224766857</id><published>2009-12-24T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:13:04.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty Christmas.</title><content type='html'>i feel so freaking angry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE SERIOUSLY INSENSITIVELY DENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SO IRRITATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FREAKING IRRITATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was i kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i was only deluding myself, thinking that this Christmas would be better than the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LAST CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS SUCKED, WHY DID I THINK THIS YEAR WON'T BE THE SAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i can't help but grimace at the ironical situation i've put myself in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;STOP BULLSHITTING ME OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;stop your moronic nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANKS TO YOU, MY CHRISTMAS SUCKS. HAPPY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2409584621224766857?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2409584621224766857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2409584621224766857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2409584621224766857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2409584621224766857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/shitty-christmas.html' title='shitty Christmas.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8808238697737485843</id><published>2009-12-22T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:18:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 things girls wish their bfs knew.</title><content type='html'>saw this on facebook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;43 things girls wishes their boyfriends knew:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;#1 When you break her heart, the pain never really goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;#2 When she misses you, she's hurting inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 When she says it's over, she still wants you to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 When she walks away from you mad, follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 When she pushes or hits you, grab her tight &amp;amp; don't let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 When she starts cursing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 When she ignores you, give her your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 When she pulls away, pull her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 When you see her at her worst, tell her she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;#11 When you see her crying, just hold her and don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 When she's scared, protect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 When she lays her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 When she steals your favourite jacket, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 When she doesn't answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;#19 When she says that she likes you, she really does more than you could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 When she grabs your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 When she looks at you in your eyes, don’t look away until she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;#25 Don't let her have the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 Don't call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 Say you love her more than she could ever love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 Argue that she is the best girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;#29 When she's mad, hug her tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;#30 When she says she's OK, don’t believe it, talk to her about it, because 10 yrs later she'll still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 Call her at 12:00am on special occasions to tell her you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 Don't ignore her when she's out with you and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 Let her into your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38 Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;#39 When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40 Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;#41 Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;#42 When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;#43 After she reads this, she hopes one day you'd read it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;well, the coloured ones are the ones i truly wished he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF ONLY LIFE WAS EASIER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but then again, men aren't mind readers so they can't really understand why females are hooked up on emotions unlike men who can separate emotions from other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS. GONNA BREAK MY HEART?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8808238697737485843?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8808238697737485843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8808238697737485843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8808238697737485843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8808238697737485843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/43-things-girls-wish-their-bfs-knew.html' title='43 things girls wish their bfs knew.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8305771890811466851</id><published>2009-12-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:46:04.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choi minho is mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Constant emoing has done nothing but make me dig a deeper hole for me to emo in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SERIOUSLY MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well nothing much happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't talk to people so blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazed around and listened to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KEPT PLAYING SHINee'S "RING DING DONG".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's such a nice song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, planning to go to tampines mall tomorrow to pay my phone bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas is almost here. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not like it matters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY LOATHE CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the days before the actual day and the days after it brings nothing but solitude and heartache to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super duper bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ATTENTION TO PEOPLE: I CAN STILL RECEIVE YOUR CALLS YA KNOW. SO IF YA NEED ANYTHING, JUST CALL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not like anybody actually wants to communicate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO FEEL THIS WAY ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8305771890811466851?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8305771890811466851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8305771890811466851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8305771890811466851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8305771890811466851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/choi-minho-is-mine.html' title='choi minho is mine!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-817281402955918446</id><published>2009-12-21T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:22:16.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness won.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HOW LONG WILL IT BE TILL MY LONELINESS COMPLETELY CONSUMES ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yeah, emo-ness taking over as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the wee hours in the morning as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i hate it whenever i can't fall asleep because i'm thinking about things i shouldn't even be thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;it's like totally pointless to even consider brooding about this kind of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;a vitriolic statement is that i'm here thinking about him, crying my heart out every night while he's there thinking about something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hell, why am i even complaining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not exactly in the right position to complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;after all, i've got some skeletons i've kept hidden in this closet of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;SOMEONE JUST SHOOT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-817281402955918446?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/817281402955918446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=817281402955918446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/817281402955918446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/817281402955918446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/loneliness-won.html' title='loneliness won.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4968343681993382168</id><published>2009-12-20T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:30:02.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calls.</title><content type='html'>WEE~! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i had this super super super cool dream about raymond last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;shan't say it but IT WAS SUPER NICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, didn't go to youth as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was too shagged to get up from my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't heard from people in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, i came home yesterday and saw dozens of mail from polytechnics for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;only opened the one from temasek poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;decided to take product design as my first choice for a course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEEEEE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i don't get it i'll continue to strive to go for leisure and hotel management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;i'll make raymond one of my employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well things have been really really fun these past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to grace's chalet last 16th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had sooooooo much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;BECAME MARRIED TO SETHO DURING THE CHALET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;and my fellow concubines are wayne, christian and jerold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BROTHERHOOD TO THE EXTREME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;IT STARTED OUT AS A FEELING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4968343681993382168?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4968343681993382168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4968343681993382168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4968343681993382168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4968343681993382168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/calls.html' title='calls.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6240242602322233423</id><published>2009-12-15T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:23:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you, purpose is gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I AM SO FREAKING BORED~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i don't have work today so currently slacking at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;still having some major allergy outbreak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i told myself that i'd clean my room today but looking at all the mess, i doubt i'll be able to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't even have a clue where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's like nothing to watch on tv...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;nothing to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;nowhere to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;no one to go out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BIG sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well work yesterday was pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got partnered up with ho ming, ying ting, and vyennus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;SUPER COOL PEOPLE MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were laughing throughout the whole dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and ying ting swooned over the groom's kindness to his bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"I WISH MY HUSBAND WILL BE LIKE THAT~~~~!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was this cute little girl in one table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to refill her drink so obviously i had to take her cup then she was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"EH!!! WHY YOU TAKE MY CUP?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then played around with her for a bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE WAS SOOOOOOO ADORABLE~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"jie jie, my water got something inside. can please change?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WAS SERIOUSLY SO HEART-SMITTEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;i still wish to see dear but yeah, circumstances seem to disallow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6240242602322233423?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6240242602322233423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6240242602322233423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6240242602322233423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6240242602322233423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/without-you-purpose-is-gone.html' title='without you, purpose is gone.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4017307734368742490</id><published>2009-12-14T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:37:02.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you terribly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well he went to desaru yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i wish he'd stay in singapore. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently taking time to relax before going to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4017307734368742490?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4017307734368742490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4017307734368742490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4017307734368742490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4017307734368742490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-you-terribly.html' title='missing you terribly.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5070074941666282817</id><published>2009-12-13T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:37:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;who am i trying to bullshit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not all that invulnerable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i haven't said nor typed that word in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work is as tiring as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life at home sucks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friendships suck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;all my relationships are going downhill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO INSIGNIFICANT IN JUST 3 MESSAGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking hell man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so frustrated at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;in just a matter of 10 minutes, you were able to take away all the happiness i had in me during camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in just a matter of 20 minutes, you were able to make me regret ever being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;AREN'T YOU HAPPY? YOU'RE GETTING WHAT YOU WANTED. JUST LIKE BEFORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5070074941666282817?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5070074941666282817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5070074941666282817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5070074941666282817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5070074941666282817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-you.html' title='fuck you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-6708437145290477824</id><published>2009-12-11T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:44:20.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YAY I'M BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't blog for like a long time coz went for church camp!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super awesome man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;WE MADE HISTORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;NEW MOVIE RECORD: 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FIRST EVER GIRL TAU-POK DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;MADE A THOUSAND WATER BOMBS IN 5 HOURS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super super fun man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;although there was also that weird incident with tung seng but i really don't want to relieve all the goosebumps experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously enjoyed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twas so right man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;seriously needed the relaxation from all the screw-ups and blah i've experienced with everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;then i had this weird dream that i was in love with this super cute dog-man guy named MASABI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway came home from work and it was super super fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that was quite irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well don't really want to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THE PERSON KNOWS WHO HE IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well he's back from bali. wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;he went to bali to golf and he came back to golf again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind. forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;he likes golf what can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this seriously bums me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;MAYBE I'LL GO DRINK AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i'm back to my old habits of drinks and cigars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;thanks to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;HEY MY LIFE IS SO SCREWED UP, ANY SCREWING UP YOU DO TO ME WON'T MAKE MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-6708437145290477824?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6708437145290477824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=6708437145290477824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6708437145290477824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/6708437145290477824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-you-were-one.html' title='wish you were the one.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5928097823353115467</id><published>2009-12-02T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:25:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;here i am again with prolonged insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i didn't go to work today coz it's my day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna work on thursday then after that, i won't be working till next wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'VE GOT CAMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so freaking bored man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's seriously nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;i want to go out with people, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;but people are not free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;when people want to go out with me, i'm either too tired or i'm working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work has been tiring yet seriously fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meeting some seriously nice people, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;some not-so-nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and some that i don't even want to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'm trying to keep myself occupied so that i won't think about dear leaving for bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really don't want to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;well for now, it's all just hellos and goodbyes and one word replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the reason why i need to always be moving or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;if ever i am given the time to think, i'd immediately shut down and emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HOW COULD I LEARN TO LIVE WONDERING WHAT IF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5928097823353115467?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5928097823353115467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5928097823353115467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5928097823353115467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5928097823353115467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if.html' title='what if.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-387052735651880523</id><published>2009-11-25T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:54:00.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smother me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let me be the one who calls you baby&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Surely you can take some comfort&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you're mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight, lay by my side&lt;br /&gt;and let me be the one who calls you&lt;br /&gt;Baby all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one who never leaves&lt;br /&gt;You all alone&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath and lose the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;Hold me too tight stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;and let me be the one who calls you&lt;br /&gt;Baby all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone time goes so slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I need you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how my mistakes have made&lt;br /&gt;Your heart break&lt;br /&gt;Still I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my place in the world&lt;br /&gt;Could stare at your face for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;my days&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe, turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt;and Smother me&lt;br /&gt;Warm and alive I'm all over you&lt;br /&gt;would you smother me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-387052735651880523?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/387052735651880523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=387052735651880523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/387052735651880523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/387052735651880523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/smother-me.html' title='Smother me.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5272777645946274790</id><published>2009-11-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:42:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered pieces of who i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It's been too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;well once again I am at wits end trying to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like I'm having this problem occur more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well my life has been all but interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;been working my ass off for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, I'd rather work than laze around at home, doing nothing but console myself in my state of loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well emoing aside, work was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met cool people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first day was so radical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this guest who was quite old and i kept serving him wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;"OKAY, THIS IS THE LAST TIME. AFTER THIS I'M GOING TO A CLUB TO DRINK SOME MORE. YOU WANT TO COME ANOT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking hilarious man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately i couldn't do anything but smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday went to work as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;THERE WAS THIS CUTE GUY IN ONE TABLE I WAS IN CHARGE OF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then holly, suveer and i missed the last train home so we were kinda stuck in orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;decided to walk around abit and eat breakfast since all our families don't expect us to be back till the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup yup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;super fun walking around orchard at 1 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't sleep after that so stayed up till I went to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite fun too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we planned for youth camp during the holidays and it was really really mind-boggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;practiced for 5th sunday worship, went home then fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;then couldn't sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;hoping that the following days would be more productive than the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I COME TO YOU IN PIECES, SO YOU CAN MAKE ME WHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5272777645946274790?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5272777645946274790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5272777645946274790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5272777645946274790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5272777645946274790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/shattered-pieces-of-who-i-am.html' title='shattered pieces of who i am'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8393948546980622304</id><published>2009-11-18T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:34:48.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank.you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;THANKS FOR MAKING ME A FOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for telling me you'll come here today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for making me wait for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;i cancelled all my appointments today just so i can spend the day with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOU FLIPPING STOOD ME UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;THANKS FOR TELLING ME YOU WOULDN'T COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8393948546980622304?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8393948546980622304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8393948546980622304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8393948546980622304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8393948546980622304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankyou.html' title='thank.you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2009222975093407812</id><published>2009-11-18T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:01:43.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly.</title><content type='html'>well it's 11- sth in the morning now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the house is so gloomy maybe coz either my brother's not yet awake or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i refuse to open the windows and let some light in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to tita odie's friend's house yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i went there before but it was a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was having a baby shower so she needed people to help prepare the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;I MADE PIZZA FROM SCRATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and by scratch i mean the mixing of flour, yeast, waiting an hour for it to rise, and the best part was the kneading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody was happy i was there to help them knead the dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;i honestly had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met alot of super fun people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was smsing jiawei, as always, then the aunties there thought he was my bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;speaking of him he's quite a fun person to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;LIKE HONESTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't talk nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;we planned to go out sometime and go drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was fun, monday was ok-ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;HOPING TODAY WILL BE SURPRISING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;YOU'RE MY HEARTBREAKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2009222975093407812?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2009222975093407812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2009222975093407812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2009222975093407812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2009222975093407812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/honestly.html' title='honestly.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5972322145551207194</id><published>2009-11-16T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:16:09.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i looked for answers but all i got were more questions.</title><content type='html'>it took me so long to figure out what to type...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;O-LEVELS ARE FINISHED~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;today was actually my graduation day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;IT WAS TRULY FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shouted mr tan's name when he won &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"THE MOST INSPIRING TEACHER AWARD".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he truly is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughed so hard at mr hiu's jokes while he was emceeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;MR HIU'S LAME JOKE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;MR. HIU: an ant saw an elephant walking towards it ah, then it hid in a hole and left one leg out of the hole. a horse came by and asked the ant, "EH WHY YOU GOT ONE LEG OUT OF THE HOLE?" you know what the ant answered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MS. NUR: what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;MR. HIU: SHHHH! i want to trip the elephant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lame right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ate dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;TALKED TO MR TAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;ME: mr tan where are you going during the holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;MRT: oh. a forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;ME: seriously lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;MRT: serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;ME: go there for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;MRT: I'M GOING RE-SERVICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i was talking to him, felt like somebody was staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i turned around and i saw jeco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he kept glaring at me for no reason at all and it felt so awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then before he left, i was looking at shaun and he passed by and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;he gave me this menacing glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SERIOUSLY GAVE ME THE CREEPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm happy that eric was there to keep me company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grace and suveer went also to give me support so that was quite touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wasn't really happy though coz HE wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* well i can't have everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I WAS A FOOL TO BELIEVE I COULD EVER BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5972322145551207194?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5972322145551207194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5972322145551207194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5972322145551207194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5972322145551207194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-looked-for-answers-but-all-i-got-were.html' title='i looked for answers but all i got were more questions.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-306211345423627021</id><published>2009-11-09T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:50:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all it takes is one simple bang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;There's nothing more left for me to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;I'M TOO TIRED. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;physically, mentally and emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it's the lack of sleep or me being unwell that's making me so delirious and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so angry last night that i fell asleep early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at somewhere around 2, i suddenly woke up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw a message and was too angry to reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i tried to get back to sleep but i couldn't so i decided to go online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to sum it all up, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;i chatted with TOH JIA WEI FROM 2 IN THE MORNING UNTIL 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i logged off we exchanged a few sms and i went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;WOKE UP TWO HOURS LATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw an sms from him but decided to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went back to sleep and woke up at 2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*why do i keep waking up at 2?*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;replied dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was supposed to come here today but due to certain circumstances it was decided that he wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;i was so frustrated that my whole mind turned blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;I'VE NEVER FELT SUCH NUMBNESS IN MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now trying to get back to sleep so that i won't hear any messages and calls from anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW MY HEART WILL TAKE IT KNOWING IT WILL NEVER BE FROM HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NUMBNESS HOORAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-306211345423627021?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/306211345423627021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=306211345423627021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/306211345423627021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/306211345423627021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-it-takes-is-one-simple-bang.html' title='all it takes is one simple bang.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4077735598759440881</id><published>2009-11-08T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:13:08.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know who i am to you anymore.</title><content type='html'>WOOOOO!!! holiday already!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;technically, O level's not yet done but the only papers I have left are all MCQs sooo JAJAJAJAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these past few days have been hell to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOTHING MORE THAN EMOING AND SHIT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;since i was stuck in bed, might as well emo right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously had so many ups and downs regarding my health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until now i'm still recuperating so get well soon to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today pretty much sucked as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't sleep again last night. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;*haven't been sleeping well the whole week*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so finally dozed off at around 6 and woke up at 8 to get ready for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;KILLER MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to church yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he called me and since i wasn't free to talk to him he asked when my church would end and i told him at 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the bugger said he'd call at that time so blah blah blah &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;smiley face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then church ended and i waited for my phone to ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;ALL I GOT WERE MESSAGES FROM ERIC AND JORDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swore i was literally looking at my phone every 5 minutes to check whether or not he called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i was foolishly honest enough to wait for him to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frustration filled me up so badly i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;I CRY WHEN I GET REALLY REALLY REALLY ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know why but no matter how much i don't want to cry, it just keeps dropping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm too tired to even wait anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe he's got an excuse and i'm sure it's valid enough &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;but i just want to lie in my own grave and never have to hear anything again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;ADIEU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4077735598759440881?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4077735598759440881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4077735598759440881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4077735598759440881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4077735598759440881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-who-i-am-to-you-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t know who i am to you anymore.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5839627355033616766</id><published>2009-11-05T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:49:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>it's 2 am...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;i can't sleep because of my bloody cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;monday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; had my social studies and chemistry test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studied venice so hard for ss,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; IT DIDN'T COME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily there was bonding singapore so quite relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lunch with nick, yuichi and eric. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;*brunch actually*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to library where i saw grace yong~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back to school and took my chem paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrived home feeling so dizzy and immediately fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;THROAT STARTED BECOMING SORE AND MY TEMPERATURE INCREASED TO 38.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cursed myself for having a fever and fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woke up at 9, watch tv, eat a bit of breakfast, bathe, went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear came to visit so was pretty elated but too weak to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;lost count of how many times i fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played our usual game. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I LOST. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he went home and i instantly fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so temperature rose again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HERE'S THE CATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I FELL ASLEEP CLUTCHING THE SHIRT DEAR BORROWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went to school to take exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly i felt ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went home then cold acted up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence the inability for me to fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaa... now talking to jordy online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we both cannot sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;BE GONE YA STUPID BLOODY COLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5839627355033616766?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5839627355033616766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5839627355033616766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5839627355033616766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5839627355033616766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8828022151116529753</id><published>2009-10-30T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:35:54.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I HATE BEING STUCK IN THE MIDDLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate my parents so so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so irritating when they argue and my mom will always let out all her frustrations about daddy on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime she's angry at him, i'm the one who gets yelled at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;THEY KEEP ASKING ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are times that i just want to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to some faraway place and take on a new name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;marry some guy and just be known as someone else completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again, life ain't as easy as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seriously want to not bother about all this arguement but i'm the type of person who cannot stop thinking about this kind of thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall, my future depends on the person i'd live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;IF I STAYED WITH MOMMY, MY LIFE WILL BE A LIVING HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;IF I STAYED WITH DADDY, MY LIFE WILL BE A BORING LIVING HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody give me another option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to choose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth be told i don't even think i have any choices to choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;my life, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;in a nutshell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is gonna be so f-ed up no matter whom i stay with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the highlight of my day is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; I CLEANED MY ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay for me~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally discarded my bed frame and decided to just put the mattress on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;less space consuming and less areas for dirt to accumulate on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the golf game on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoped that i'd see dear there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;*coz he was watching*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately i got bored so i flipped to the next channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;blame my lack of interest in a rich man's sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;slept late last night, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;around 4.30 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in hopes that my phone will ring with a ringtone i want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today wasn't bad but it wasn't a red letter day too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ONCE AGAIN, I'M STUCK IN BETWEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I COULD JUST SEE YOU TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8828022151116529753?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8828022151116529753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8828022151116529753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8828022151116529753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8828022151116529753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/shoot-me.html' title='shoot me.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5169274474969457958</id><published>2009-10-30T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:18:31.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish thinking.</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looked about people's pictures in profiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it pained me so so much to see all my cousins celebrating their 18th birthday with such a bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not saying i didn't enjoy my birthday this year because i did but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOOKED FORWARD TO HAVING MY DEBUTANT BALL ALL MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i was young i fantasized dancing with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;18 guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; giving me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;18 roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;nobody knows how happy i was when dear gave me 18 roses for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fantasized wearing a breath-taking dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I FANTASIZED PEOPLE CELEBRATING MY DAY WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead i had people come over my house&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; JUST TO PLAY CARDS WITH MY BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds so materialistic but i just feel like all the things i've looked forward to all my life are being shattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;DEBUTANT BALL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;PROM NIGHT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;WEDDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 out of 3 is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I TOLD MY AUNT THAT IF MY WEDDING WAS A FLOP, I'D KILL MYSELF BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE CAN GO ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who was i kidding trying to fool myself into believing that i wasn't bothered by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;IT SOUNDS MATERIALISTIC BUT FOR 18 YEARS, ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT WAS ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5169274474969457958?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5169274474969457958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5169274474969457958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5169274474969457958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5169274474969457958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/selfish-thinking.html' title='selfish thinking.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8445313867273817196</id><published>2009-10-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:44:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ole ole ole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CAN'T GET BIG BANG SONGS OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM INSANE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shockingly enough,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I ADMIT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stayed up all night waiting for him to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;any logical person would fall asleep at around 2+++ but not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked to jordy on msn till 3+++ then he fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Speedy Scandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but stopped even before it could begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stared at nowhere, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;seemingly re-evaluating my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then bathed and went to ica with mom and jj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ate breakfast, went home and slept for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up feeling so groggy and for some reason, i ended up in pasir ris park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT THERE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I JUST WAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so walked around and saw the sunset for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whispered a few curses as i passed by&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; DOZENS OF COUPLES SNOGGING EACH OTHER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while i walked around pasir ris park by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called ma and told her i'd be home late then she said take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so walked around more then talked to eric on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after walking around so much,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; I SWEAR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I PRACTICALLY FROZE MYSELF FROM SITTING AT THE BEACH WHEN IT'S FREAKING COLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then finally went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm pooped but i don't think i can get a good night's sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I'M NOT CRAZY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;THIS IS JUST ME, IN A SERIOUS WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8445313867273817196?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8445313867273817196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8445313867273817196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8445313867273817196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8445313867273817196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/ole-ole-ole.html' title='ole ole ole.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2049802689178600554</id><published>2009-10-29T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:17:10.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart breaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it's 2+++ in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too many things in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i want to see dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS IS SEPARATION ANXIETY TO THE EXTREMES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; IF YOU ARE THE MOON AND I AM THE NIGHT, WILL THE LIGHT BE DRAWN TO YOUR RADIANCE OR LURED INTO MY DARKNESS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2049802689178600554?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2049802689178600554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2049802689178600554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2049802689178600554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2049802689178600554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-heart-breaker.html' title='my heart breaker'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1935361647964364378</id><published>2009-10-28T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:44:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>逢いたくて</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;TODAY IS NOT MY DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up this morning with a terrible headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;MY EYES WERE SO PUFFY FROM LAST NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i tripped on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and fell face-down onto the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then HE called and said he can't come tomorrow coz of some golf thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after a few minutes, he called again and said he can come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then in school, i had so much trouble trying to do one question in my maths paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN! after my paper, i wanted to go to the fourth floor to get some of my stuff but the stairs were locked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN WHEN I WENT HOME! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;i couldn't find my keys so i had to keep knocking on the door till my bro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHO WAS ASLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;opened it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;THEN I FIND OUT THAT I NEED TO GO TO ICA TOMORROW FOR SOME PR-THINGY HENCE I CAN'T SEE DEAR TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i told him and he seemed so &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;nonchalant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was soooo pissed off, i seriously cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i do? i cry when i'm really really angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top it all of, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;WHEN I WAS MAKING DINNER, I ACCIDENTALLY CUT MY HAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;i don't know how close i am from going nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; F*** THIS DAY. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;あなた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; だけ が 居ない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1935361647964364378?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1935361647964364378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1935361647964364378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1935361647964364378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1935361647964364378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='逢いたくて'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5690813074942856057</id><published>2009-10-25T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:04:56.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyan~!</title><content type='html'>some quiz my friend tagged me. quite fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Promise not to lie or erase any of these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;- SURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you married the last person that texted you what would your last name be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;- TAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Molly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;- nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What smiley face do you use often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;- XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- hahahah... just last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's texted you in the past 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;- VARIETY OF PEOPLE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;- people. xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;- my mom ate one of the cookies I made for dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- the sweet kind. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;- *sigh* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ALL OF THEM ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without an L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;- J-E-M-I-M-A-H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;-sure~! but it depends on who's giving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Pieces by Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;- hehehe. D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;- hmmm... THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;- yeah... hoping he forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like talking to someone you haven't in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;- depends on who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;- hmmm. my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;- i always sleep alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- hahaha... YUPYUP! AND I LOVED IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;-yup. my ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;- so so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mean person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;- at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be up before seven am tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;- NOPE! my exams start at 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- my mom eating my dear's cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;- hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;- nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;- hmmm. not so late. tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- CONFIDENTIAL~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would be more meaningful to you: I love you a lot or I love you so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- I LOVE YOU SOOOOO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months or longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;- sure, if the guy's up to it then so am i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;- of course. who knows when people will start coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember the last time you really liked someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;- sure. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;- there are times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bf / gf leaves you for someone else, you do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- I JUMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex wants to go back out, you do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;- nothing. he wants to go out then go out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;HE NEVER ASKED ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ride roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;- when i have the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- HOPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 10 last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;- sleeping i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 5am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;- sleeping still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you in a good mood last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;- sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you take the last picture you took?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever dye your hair red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;- highlights sure. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;entirely, NO WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for valentines day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;- not sure. but i'm hoping i'll be doing something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;- MOST DEFINITELY NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;- sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your last kiss drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- SOBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;- i want to, no opportunity to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 3:00pm today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;- i watched MADE OF HONOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5690813074942856057?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5690813074942856057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5690813074942856057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5690813074942856057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5690813074942856057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/nyan.html' title='nyan~!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-197482328480861314</id><published>2009-10-24T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:49:52.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oatmeal cookies. jan jan~!</title><content type='html'>ohhh... just came back from tita odie's house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I BAKED COOKIES~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;who would've thought i knew how to bake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funny thing was i was about to sms eric to ask him if he wanted some cookies when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;he suddenly smsed me saying that he wanted to disturb me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OHHH. COOL COINCIDENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baked alot... gonna bake more on thursday probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom and ben loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jj hated it, but then again he hates everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, gonna give some to eric, kor, and dear on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well yup, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;HOPING THAT DEAR WILL CALL TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he didn't call last night and i seriously had a horrible time trying to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;AS MUCH AS I WANTED TO SLEEP, I JUST COULDN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;YAY COOKIES~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-197482328480861314?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/197482328480861314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=197482328480861314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/197482328480861314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/197482328480861314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/oatmeal-cookies-jan-jan.html' title='oatmeal cookies. jan jan~!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1148741561029164300</id><published>2009-10-24T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:55:14.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day. er week.</title><content type='html'>wee... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;IN 2 DAYS I'LL BE HAVING MY O'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* technically it started on thursday coz i had my practical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;THIS WEEK WAS AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;MONDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dear came to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YAY~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, we spent our usual couple time together... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;SLEEPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;we slept so much that i had to wake up coz i was tired of sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: went to school for my lessons with Mr Anwar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was for an hour only but decided to stay abit longer to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then dear bought me chicken rice. hohoho. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; didn't do much. studied, watched tv. BLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: went to school for my science practical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT WAS TOTALLY DO-ABLE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then stayed in school till 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at first, me and guannie were complaining about how we'll last until 2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;(our practical ended at 9.30, hence the dilemma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we eventually found things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then afterwards, met up with dear and we went to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i changed and then we left to go to the movies. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;our second date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;NO SERIOUSLY. IT'S THE SECOND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, we watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;IMAGINE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was nice being able to spend some one-on-one time with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHA... LOVE YAH D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; rest day rest day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched 2 days 1 night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;SERIOUSLY ENJOY SEEING KANG HODONG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;he reminds me so much of dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was so funny when he said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;" DAEPUNG, DADDY'S GONNA BRING THIS &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(figs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; TO YOU! THIS IS DAEPUNG'S!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; HIS WIFE IS DAMN PRETTY YA KNOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to think of it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;SOORO'S WIFE IS ALSO PRETTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that the joy shall last till the end of my papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ALWAYS AND ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1148741561029164300?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1148741561029164300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1148741561029164300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1148741561029164300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1148741561029164300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-happy-day-er-week.html' title='oh happy day. er week.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-7746317568063016786</id><published>2009-10-19T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:01:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can a person die from being so broken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;THIS IS HOW IT FEELS LIKE KNOWING THAT YOU'RE DETERIORATING WITHOUT ANY NOTICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your legs feel like jelly and the bottom of your stomach freezes fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the allergic reaction i had this morning seems to have gone from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad to worse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not the usual rash breakout like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;i can't breathe much as well as i can't move much hence i'm bedridden now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart aches terribly and i find myself staring into space even more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;i always find myself breaking out into tears everytime i try to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;MAYBE JORDY WAS RIGHT TO SAY I'M MENTALLY UNSTABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;MAYBE I'M DYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-7746317568063016786?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7746317568063016786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=7746317568063016786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7746317568063016786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7746317568063016786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-person-die-from-being-so-broken.html' title='can a person die from being so broken?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3631211937252995517</id><published>2009-10-18T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:59:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inconclusive thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;WE'RE BACK TO THE WAY WE WERE BACK THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you suddenly stop smsing me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm the one in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least this time i know what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I KEEP LOOKING AT YOUR PHOTOS BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN SEE YOU SMILING BACK AT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's sounds so drama-mama but i don't want to lie anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to keep putting on a front that i'm happy when all i want to do is just close my eyes and not be able to see anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;maybe then my heart will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN IT'S ALL JUST WISHFUL THINKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'M SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although it may sound so half-hearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;i really am sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning i has this terrible allergic reaction when i ate some nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;i seriously thought i was gonna die knowing how bad my reactions go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i thought, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;"IF I DIED, WOULD I BE FORGIVEN?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out i won't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha... i can just see the pure irony in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING THE WAY I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3631211937252995517?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3631211937252995517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3631211937252995517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3631211937252995517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3631211937252995517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/inconclusive-thoughts.html' title='inconclusive thoughts.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5097395570626420062</id><published>2009-10-17T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:03:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sorry dear. i really am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i want to apologize for being so touchy-feely this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my head wasn't really in the right state this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;i'll blame it on hormonal imbalance, lack of sleep and lack of food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't been eating much these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously feel like apologizing to dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SORRY FOR BEING SO IRRITABLE THESE PAST FEW DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;I'M SORRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do hope he'll be able to see this so he'll know how sorry i am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;IT SUCKS NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks feeling this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i hate being so bitter when we're so far away from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;i hate it when i sound so cold to him everytime i talk to him on the phone when all i want to do is tell him how much i love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really really sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;i feel so horrible knowing that i felt this way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;I HATE THE WAY I ONLY THINK ABOUT MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i want everything &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to be given to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I AM... I REALLY AM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5097395570626420062?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5097395570626420062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5097395570626420062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5097395570626420062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5097395570626420062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-dear-i-really-am.html' title='i&apos;m sorry dear. i really am.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8264951386144771751</id><published>2009-10-16T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:33:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i wanted was my life back. was that too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I DIE A BIT EVERY TIME WE SAY GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well currently having consultation till the start of my o's which is like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;in less than 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a nutshell, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I BASICALLY HAVE NO NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL TILL MY O'S UNLESS I HAVE ANY QUESTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i read every now and then but i just can't seem to focus so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i feel like there's no point trying to study if nothing is actually penetrating into my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed up all night waiting for his phone call so didn't really have much shut eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i refuse to sleep in the afternoon or i'll have problems later at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I CAN SEE MYSELF CHANGING INTO SOMEONE I'M NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's there left to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;being not soooo sensitive is truly hard work for someone like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;PLASTERING A SMILE TRYING TO CONVINCE MYSELF IT DOES NOT HURT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smiling hurts alot.... very tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;THE LIES BEHIND THIS SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8264951386144771751?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8264951386144771751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8264951386144771751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8264951386144771751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8264951386144771751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-i-wanted-was-my-life-back-was-that.html' title='all i wanted was my life back. was that too much to ask?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8357281335883976908</id><published>2009-10-11T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:47:53.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photomarathon-y!</title><content type='html'>yay i've got no school tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;not too sure why i'm happy but as long as it means i won't have to wake up early, it's a yay from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was uber fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to suntec city mall convention centre for the annual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;CANON PHOTOMARATHON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was me, holly and jarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPER SUPER FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;honestly speaking, it was seriously tiring but the experience of partaking in it is simply breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! brief synopsis of what occured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are given three themes at different times for the day: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;TOGETHERNESS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; MOTION,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; ENERGY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are given at least a three-hour limit to take the photo we think depicts the theme and upload our best photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeahhhh. basically that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tiring part is that you have to walk all over the place with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; your belongings, lunch is not provided so you have to make do of what you have, and it was raining in the morning so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the motion theme, i decided to take a photo of birds flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I WAS SERIOUSLY KILLING MYSELF WITH THAT DECISION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was standing on the wet ledge to take the photo of pigeons when it suddenly flew and i turned and slipped to the pavement due to the subsided rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. i told dear about it and he said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;"YOU'RE NATURALLY CLUMSY ONE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite true ah but still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met alot of people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;FINALLY GOT TO KNOW WHO THE HELL WAS FAIZ, AZLI AND SAW REMUS AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time i talked to these hongkah sec boys. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mainly azli and remus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then somewhere around the end of the day, benson, saufi, and danah came to have dinner with us then they joined us for the awarding ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ME AND DANAH WERE SCREAMING FOR EVERY WINNER EVEN THOUGH WE DIDN'T KNOW THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the emcee was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"EH BROTHER, YOU BROUGHT YOUR FAN CLUB ISIT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then saufi took a photo with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;KEN WATANABE'S poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;(not too sure why i put his name is caps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted it to be sooooo perfect so i had to take it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;6 times!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* renamed him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"SAUFI WANA-BE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truly a very fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jordy kept me company the whole day by replying to all my messages to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love my kor man!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I WON'T SAY GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8357281335883976908?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8357281335883976908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8357281335883976908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8357281335883976908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8357281335883976908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/photomarathon-y.html' title='photomarathon-y!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3622408899074058158</id><published>2009-10-09T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:24:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make you feel my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I CAN'T GET THAT STUPID OBAMA SONG OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well nothing much happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school watched shaun, jordy, azhar, de wei and kwang chung play soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;DE WEI: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;(to kwang chung)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EH!!! YOU HOLD THE BALL WITH YOUR HAND LAH NOT LIKE THAT YOU LOOK LIKE CHICKEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha... here's another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHAUN: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;(to kwang chung)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eh why you everytime never do header ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;KC: scared lah. brain damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;DE WEI: EH YOU STUPID OR WHAT?! KC YOU ALSO NOT THAT SMART SO NEVERMIND LAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously laughed my ass off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANOTHER ONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHAUN: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;(putting his hand in one of the beams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; EH NABEI!!! GOT SO MANY ANTS LAH!! BLOODY HELL! FUCK YOU ANTS! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(spits at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHO ASK YOU TO BITE ME?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(spits again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soooooo funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I HUGGED ERN TODAY AND HE HUGGED ME BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo happy... i miss my ern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to pizza hut with jordy, dewei, and azhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also damn hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah went home and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sang my heart out&lt;/span&gt;... hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'll be out of the house the whole day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;THIS IS THE PART WHERE THE END STARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3622408899074058158?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3622408899074058158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3622408899074058158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3622408899074058158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3622408899074058158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-you-feel-my-love.html' title='make you feel my love'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8500926754846397285</id><published>2009-10-05T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:49:12.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incorrigible excuses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;it's never easy to let go of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well currently having o-level intensive till the 14th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhmmm. what did i do today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just basically talked to eric all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite fun. we made up stupid words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;link + creativity= &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;LINKITIVITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid + dumb=&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;DUPID!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking + idiot= &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;FUCKIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just random things that random people like eric and i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've finally found some cheering up strategies in any location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm at home and i feel really down, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;i'd watch family outing nonstop until i feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm in school and i feel upset over the shit that has been happening, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i look at jin hyeok and he does things to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm in church, i play with the babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i'm outside (like some mall or whatnot), i buy my chunky monkey ice cream. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(it's expensive so after eating it, it makes me feel down so i'll buy another cheaper ice cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup yup yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, BTW... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;i permed my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's quite nice actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am unbelievable happy with the results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even ben said my hair looks nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so HAHAHA! i look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i am in serious need of some relaxation from this strenuous yet mundane routine in which my life seem to be revolving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ALL I HEAR IS HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8500926754846397285?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8500926754846397285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8500926754846397285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8500926754846397285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8500926754846397285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/10/incorrigible-excuses.html' title='incorrigible excuses.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8494268499327925008</id><published>2009-09-29T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:00:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my darling did you forget my image and my love?</title><content type='html'>i just finished my prelims so there's no school today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i just woke up. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;PIG RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawd my eyes are so sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i literally cried myself to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much shit has been happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been reading all my past years diaries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't believe i brought it here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's the point of relieving all the pain of all those years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first love, my first heartbreak... haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to believe that babies just popped out from people once a girl and a guy hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i used to believe that if i wished hard enough, all my troubles would go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to believe that life was a fairytale... that if i was good enough, someone would take me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was all wishes and what ifs... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;even then my head was in the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a blink of an eye, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;my life seemed to revolve around death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the first time i'm admitting this but yes, i'm one of those people who cut themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't do it just for the sake of getting pity from other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's more like a stress- relief thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;i always thought that if i cut hard enough, somebody would tell me to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that all i was waiting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody to tell me to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa.... maybe i am as dramatic as he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I CALL OUT YOUR NAME BECAUSE I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8494268499327925008?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8494268499327925008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8494268499327925008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8494268499327925008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8494268499327925008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-darling-did-you-forget-my-image-and.html' title='my darling did you forget my image and my love?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-7858977862480479552</id><published>2009-09-11T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:11:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love kim sooro. &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;haven't updated in nearly a month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well it's day 2 of me being alone here in singapore while HE's overseas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i've been doing in watch re-runs of Family Outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I HAVE OFFICIALLY REKINDLED MY LOVE FOR KIM SOORO AND LEE CHUN HEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok sooro's old but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;he's pretty hot for an 39- yr old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i guess the reason why i like sooro so much is because he reminds me so much of HIM coz sooro's direct and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO REMIND ME OF MY DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;kim sooro-sshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kim tae woo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(everytime i hear him sing, it reminds me of dear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;yesung and kang-in of super junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(whenever i see them, dear comes to mind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;kang hodong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(whenever he smiles IT'S EXACTLY LIKE DEAR'S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much more but when i think about them, names escape me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;AND NO, IT'S NOT ONLY KOREANS WHO REMIND ME OF HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so bored right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait for sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmm... talk about what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;well i have officially decided to severe ties with samantha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's on good terms with sudhanshi again meaning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;i've been chucked off to one side, forgotten and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;SO MUCH FOR FRIENDSHIP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel weird these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;possibly coz i have restrained myself from being so vulgar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even my mom was surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"EH! WHY ARE YOU SO POLITE ALL OF THE SUDDEN?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY WISH THAT LIFE WOULD TAKE THE EBB OUT OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHHHHHh~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what to type anymore!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I WANT TO BE WITH HIM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day i had like this weird dream where me and him went somewhere, just by ourselves and we had like a holiday together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;NO WORRIES, JUST US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh... how i wish it'd come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not so much the holiday but at least another date i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(TT^TT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;COME BACK!! IT'S SO EMPTY WITHOUT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-7858977862480479552?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7858977862480479552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=7858977862480479552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7858977862480479552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7858977862480479552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-kim-sooro.html' title='love kim sooro. &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2185052836820449500</id><published>2009-08-09T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:07:30.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only one. not you.</title><content type='html'>woo~! it's sunday again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't really feel like talking about what happened today coz &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; "&gt;NOTHING THAT'S OUT OF THE ORDINARY HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the youth did celebrate the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;AUGUST BABIES' BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loved the cake man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after church immediately went home coz i only slept for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;two hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah... basically that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway there's no classes tomorrow so gonna be having some well-earned sleep today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;SUPER PSYCHED ABOUT WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody kept asking me what i wanted for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY ACTUALLY BUT EVENTUALLY ENDED UP GIVING IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told the person i wanted teddies and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;18 ROSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure though whether it'd be given to me so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;KEEPING MY HOPES LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't talked to him in awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO ME OR EVEN BOTHER TO SHOW HIMSELF TO ME, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired of always being the one who's trying to make it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I CAN'T ALWAYS MAKE EXCUSES FOR HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;YOUR TEARS AND MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2185052836820449500?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2185052836820449500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2185052836820449500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2185052836820449500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2185052836820449500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-one-not-you.html' title='only one. not you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1525290871232334308</id><published>2009-08-08T20:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:47:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day? doesn't concern me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;CATCHING A FALLING STAR AND PUTTING IN MY POCKET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been super duper fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALTHOUGH THE DAYS CAN BE QUITE CRAPPY, the moment i reach home, MY DAY BRIGHTENS UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but anticipate every phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday was the celebration for national day in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning it was also the cca awards ceremony in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;"&gt; I RECEIVED A DISTINCTION FOR MY CHOIR AND MERIT FOR MEDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so afterwards went to meet yi zhong and grace at the art room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then helped kevin with his art-thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BLAH BLAH BLAH. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;"&gt;FAST -FORWARDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me, grace, nigel, and yu xian went to yi zhong's house to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously when i saw his house, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;"&gt;I WAS FUCKING STUNNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS SERIOUSLY HUGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went inside and studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL ACTUALLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; STUDIED. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST HELPED CLEAR THEIR DOUBTS ON CERTAIN SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... was in yi zhong's house from 11- 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SUPER FUN MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... then somewhere in between jordy and jeco came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;didn't see jeco the whole week so i wasn't really expecting to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SAW YI ZHONG'S WHOLE HOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;"&gt;me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;"&gt;(to grace)&lt;/span&gt; eh you know, this is the type of house i've always dreamed of having when i get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;grace: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;nonchalantly)&lt;/span&gt; is that so? THEN MARRY YI ZHONG LAH~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yi zhong was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHAT DOES TABALADA WANT FOR HER BIRTHDAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jordy, nigel, yu xian, and yi zhong kept calling me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"TABALADA!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"JI MAN!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;(coz my chinese name's ZHI MAN... they mixed it with jemimah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at around 3++ my energy level slowly depleted coz it was sooooo cold and i was quite silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yi zhong, grace and yu xian accompanied me to, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;what the heck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ROOFTOP GARDEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to jump but then they kept stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i urged the three of them to go down coz i didn't want them to be so bored with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BUT THEY WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE COZ THEY WERE SCARED I'D ACTUALLY JUMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went down to the living room again and almost fell asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eventually went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;jeco: what are your cousins doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me: oh they're celebrating my birthday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeco: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt; oh? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was seriously friggin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; what the hell&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOW WHO CARES FOR ME NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1525290871232334308?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1525290871232334308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1525290871232334308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1525290871232334308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1525290871232334308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day.html' title='national day? doesn&apos;t concern me.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1253830133877154131</id><published>2009-08-03T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:53:02.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no bluff?</title><content type='html'>weee~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was a rather fast day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't see mr tan coz he was on course today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway still talking to yi zhong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;IT'S SERIOUSLY FUN TALKING TO HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's weird, him being my ex and all but hey, we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with jeco today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HE KEPT BULLYING ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway this morning i was in the bus on the way to school then i thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"EH... WHAT DATE IS IT TODAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw that it was already the 3rd of august...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this awkward pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"EH!!!! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY NEXT WEEK!!!" &lt;/span&gt;was what flowed through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... pretty psyched about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had an assembly this morning too &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;*after sooooo long*&lt;/span&gt; then we had an attire check afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;WAS SUPER SCARED COZ I DIDN'T WEAR MY SCHOOL SOCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could only find half of the pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT WOULD BE FUNNY IF I ONLY WORE &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; SOCK WITH THE SCHOOL LOGO IN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: buy new socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping that this week would be pretty much ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that it may be a very fun week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OK BACK TO EMOING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused and my heart is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M STUCK IN BETWEEN MY PRESENT AND MY PAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;WILL YOU BE THE ONE WHO'LL CATCH MY TEARS WHEN IT'S OVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1253830133877154131?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1253830133877154131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1253830133877154131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1253830133877154131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1253830133877154131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-bluff.html' title='no bluff?'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-207251473044255266</id><published>2009-08-02T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:32:56.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's another day,</title><content type='html'>wooo~~!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to update for absolutely&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reason at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what happened to me since yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, right after blogging, i had a very very weird conversation with alot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway at around 12 ++, i was talking to, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;you'll never guess it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;YI ZHONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we were talking on the phone&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; from 12++ till 2 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;WAS SERIOUSLY HAPPY TO BE IN TALKING TERMS WITH HIM AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. as usual we were talking about the same old same old things&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ( school, teachers, friends all that shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then blah blah blah, decided to sleep already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;THEN THE ALARM RINGS TO WAKE ME  UP TO A NEW DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hurried to bathe and get myself ready for church and yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for communion and blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DIDN'T REALLY GO OUT WITH THE YOUTH TODAY COZ HONESTLY, I JUST DIDN'T WANT TO BE AROUND THEIR HAPPINESS FOR A WHILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so upon making that decision, i went to the youth room to console myself in my own depression and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then jem and joy were there jamming so i jammed with them too and then esther and ruth arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;WE WERE IN OUR OWN WORLD, OBLIVIOUS TO THE SURROUNDINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, went to tita odie's to have lunch with them and finally went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT HOME, didn't do much except my swearing at the bloody internet for being so fucking slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yi zhong buzzed me again on msn then we talked on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we just ended our conversation actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IT WAS TRULY A FUN CONVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was laughing like there was no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;it was weird coz i never expected to have such a relaxing conversation with an ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we talked about a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;MOST OF THEM BOOSTING MY EGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found out alot about us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah... we promised each other secrets that we cannot tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;QUITE FUN ACTUALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;WE DECIDED TO CONTINUE OUR CONVO TOMORROW OR LATER ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(ep 3!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-207251473044255266?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/207251473044255266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=207251473044255266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/207251473044255266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/207251473044255266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrows-another-day.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s another day,'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2034426484256657317</id><published>2009-08-01T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:52:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days.</title><content type='html'>well haven't been blogging alot lately...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some happenings about this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first off, mr ang told us about the merger between chai chee sec and bedok town sec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't really care at first &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;coz i'm like, leaving this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i was reading stomp &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;*stupid right?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; then i saw these articles about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;CCSS and BTSS students slamming each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm not really going to comment but i do hope that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;PEOPLE WOULD REALIZE THAT EVEN THOUGH THERE WAS ONE CCSS STUDENT WHO STARTED TRASH-TALKING BTSS, NOT ALL CCSS STUDENTS ARE LIKE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just that there's this handful of students from, maybe, both schools that tarnish the names of the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on, well i've been spending some quality time with sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week has just been so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ecstatic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except for friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY BACK WAS ACHING LIKE FCUK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to blog something but it seems like the thought has flown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;GAWD. I WANT TOP SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like smooching him till he turns red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; IT'S NOT ALWAYS THIS WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2034426484256657317?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2034426484256657317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2034426484256657317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2034426484256657317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2034426484256657317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-days.html' title='11 days.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3807073476864176042</id><published>2009-07-27T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:09:38.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;FINALLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after so many trial and errors i've finally found a blogskin that i like!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well jeco just left my house a couple of minutes ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;OF COURSE NOT BEFORE LEAVING ME WITH THE BEST BEST BEST KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nyaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I THOUGHT HE WAS ANGRY AT ME TURNS OUT HE WASN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was probably the best day we've spent together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunnoe why but when it comes to jeco, all my shyness seem to sprout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like i always want to be good in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;SERIOUSLY, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER FELT THIS WAY TOWARDS A GUY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm seriously happy when i talk to him coz even though there's always those awkward pauses in between our conversations, we always found a way to make it less awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, he always surprise me coz i really don't expect anything from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;he's not the most romantic guy i know but he allows me to be as romantic, as cuddly, as clingy as i want with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;HE'S ALL THAT I WANT AND MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm content enough with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LIPS LOCKED, HEARTS BECOME ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3807073476864176042?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3807073476864176042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3807073476864176042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3807073476864176042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3807073476864176042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-you.html' title='only you..'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1426634992458540509</id><published>2009-07-24T16:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:50:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;WOW!!! it's been super long since i last blogged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally got back all my results and i did quite ok considering that i never ever studied except for chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today and yesterday are the most fun days i've had so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a PESA competition yesterday and it was seriously fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;OH YEAH!!! I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT EUGENE WAS A RELIEF TEACHER IN MY SCHOOL FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so the competition ended at around 12 so me and ms hafizah went to cathay to get something to eat then just talked to her and finally went back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;BY THE TIME I WENT BACK TO SCHOOL, CHEMISTRY WAS ALMOST ENDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i found out i had a-maths remedial for and hour so was pretty upset coz i wanted to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after classes, i was walking with sam downstairs when i saw my sweets at the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: HEY... HOW COME YOU'RE STILL HERE? WHO YOU WAITING FOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;JECO: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(gives me that face as if the answer was so obvious) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HUH? YOU OF COURSE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... totally stunned coz that was the first time he waited for me without me saying so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was in a good mood home coz he sent me home &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*fluttering hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i really spent some one-on-one time with him hence the smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he left my house after giving me a goodbye kiss&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;* more fluttering hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;WAS SERIOUSLY IN A DAMN GOOD MOOD YESTERDAY... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;until my brother had to piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today didn't start off too well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and i immediately knew my fever was back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;but just like the idiot i am, I STILL CHOSE TO GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;funny thing was i was randomly hugging people then when they hug back and i tell them that i have a fever, THEY GIVE ME ALL THOSE SHOCKED FACES THAT WERE SERIOUSLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HI-LA-RI-OUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to holly's class coz i wanted to talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(as loudly as possible) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;(to holly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;JECO: (turns back, sees me, puts down his bag and walks towards me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ME: haha. NOT YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and danah went inside 4n3 classroom then i poked him and he pinched me for tickling him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked him if he wanted to go out after school then he said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;it's a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the usual shit occurred afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to meet him at the canteen and i was pretty tired due to my fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;POCH, TWEET, AND GRACE WERE LIKE, "GO HOME ALREADY!!! YOU HAVE A FEVER~!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, i was talking to yu xian, chuan sin, aron, peng siew, and nizam while he played soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he came blah blah blah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left for tampines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus i was completely drained of energy, shivering from the cold aircon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember what happened except that i ended up falling asleep on jeco's shoulder while interlocking our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've said this a million times but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I LOVE HIS WARMTH SOOOOO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at tampines interchange so he woke me up then we walked around while still interlocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I CAN'T REALLY RECALL MUCH ANYMORE COZ I WAS ON CLOUD NINE THE WHOLE TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to go home and of course, he waited for the bus with me when benson arrived.&lt;br /&gt;then the bus arrived and then it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;HE KISSED ME RIGHT IN FRONT OF BENSON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shocked coz normally he'd just kiss me on the cheek unless we're alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so thrilled that i didn't feel as sluggish as i was in the morning until i arrived home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;SUPER COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;THINGS CAN'T GET ANY SWEETER THAN THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1426634992458540509?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1426634992458540509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1426634992458540509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweets.html' title='sweets.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-374037330262595868</id><published>2009-07-15T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:49:38.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGU TOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY LIFE IS SERIOUSLY SPINNING OUT OF PROPORTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well two more papers left and it's the subjects that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOATHE&lt;/span&gt; the most: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AMATHS AND BIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'VE BEEN SO MAD AT HIM FOR SO LONG YET HE STILL HAS NO IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what i'm gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY I'VE CHANGED BOYFRIENDS SO MANY TIMES THAT THERE'S THIS CERTAIN NUMBNESS IN MY HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the guys before, i ALWAYS ALWAYS expected them to try their best to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS EXPECTED THEM TO FULFILL MY DEMANDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... I JUST FEEL LIKE PROTECTING HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what from though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WANT TO GIVE HIM HAPPINESS THAT I KNOW &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; CAN GIVE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it may not seem like it, he's more mature than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE KNOWS SO MUCH MORE THAN ME IN ASPECTS MORE THAN ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was probably stupid of me to think i can protect him when i can't even protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WISH I HAD THE COURAGE TO TELL YOU ALL THE THINGS I WANT TO SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE FRUSTATIONS BUNDLED UP IN ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I MAY SMILE MOST OF THE TIME BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT HURT BY YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i've heard so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; FEELING MYSELF SUFFOCATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-374037330262595868?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/374037330262595868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=374037330262595868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/374037330262595868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/374037330262595868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/bingu-top.html' title='BINGU TOP!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-8336829555101299820</id><published>2009-07-10T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:35:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't do it.</title><content type='html'>yay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found some time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well AS SOME MAY KNOW, NOW IS THE 2ND DAY OF OUR PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn scared man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day quite crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I COULDN'T STUDY MY SS COZ MY SS BOOK WAS WITH HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY SUCKED AT MY MATHS P1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND TO TOP IT ALL OF, I EXPECTED HIM TO WAIT FOR ME AFTER SCHOOL BUT THEN HE DIDN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it may not be a big thing to others but it's a big thing to me coz &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I WAIT 3 FREAKING HOURS JUST FOR HIM TO FINISH PLAYING SOCCER AND HE CAN'T EVEN WAIT 30 MINUTES FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking tired already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to orchard with nitipat, sammie and eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ERIC WHO TRIED HIS BEST TO CHEER ME UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got introduced to super nice noodles from takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then julian and meylisa came then la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we mostly did was sit in the i- store in cineleisure while meylisa, julian and amelia took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;went near the arcade there then sat down and took photos with nitipat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SldJAv_YYdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wLeKDFiGmjI/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SldJAv_YYdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wLeKDFiGmjI/s320/Image216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356830559011627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok fine i edited it. LOL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR FUN ONLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eric and nitipat sent me home then la la la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to being all emo and shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I ONLY HAVE A FEW MINUTES WITH YOU EVERYDAY AND YET YOU STILL DON'T WANT TO SPEND IT WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;WAKE ME UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-8336829555101299820?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8336829555101299820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=8336829555101299820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8336829555101299820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/8336829555101299820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-do-it.html' title='can&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SldJAv_YYdI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wLeKDFiGmjI/s72-c/Image216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4928726743848236740</id><published>2009-07-09T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:09:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OK!!! RANDOM TEST ERN TAGGED ME TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who was the last person you texted ?&lt;br /&gt;- nobody. PHONE NO CREDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Who was the first person texted you today ?&lt;br /&gt;- NOBODY LARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who was the last person you just met ?&lt;br /&gt;- dunnoe leh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JECO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled ?&lt;br /&gt;- at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever had a best friend who is opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;- sure. STILL DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you want someone dead ?&lt;br /&gt;- nahhh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LATER GUANAN CALL ME MORBID AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What are you thinking right now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-SHOULD I STUDY FOR MY PRELIMS THOUGH I KNOW I'M GOING TO FAIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who was the last person you took picture with ?&lt;br /&gt;- can't recall. been very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- ...YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who are you talking to right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What does the last message says ?&lt;br /&gt;- message where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is someone in your mind ?&lt;br /&gt;- ... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Who is complaining to you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- nobody... everybody's happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) 10 people tagged to do quiz .&lt;br /&gt;1. Holly&lt;br /&gt;2. Ern&lt;br /&gt;3. JECO&lt;br /&gt;4. Eric&lt;br /&gt;5. Grace&lt;br /&gt;6. Setho&lt;br /&gt;7. Nyamo&lt;br /&gt;8. Poch&lt;br /&gt;9. Benson&lt;br /&gt;10. Buncha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) When was the last time you chatted with 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;- this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if 5 &amp;amp; 10 quarrel ?&lt;br /&gt;- lol~! cannot lah. too chummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is 1 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;- nobodyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is 9 fierce ?&lt;br /&gt;- when it comes to Jarah he might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Is 3 &amp;amp; 4 studying in the same school ?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;but 4 hates 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Who is 2 to you ?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY ERNNIE WERNNIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How did you know 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;- DAUGHTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) When did you last talk with 6 &amp;amp; 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;6: last sunday&lt;br /&gt;8: this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you close with 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;-sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How long have you known 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;- 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What if 5 &amp;amp; 7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;- they dunnoe each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) How long have you since known 9 ?&lt;br /&gt;- since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Say something about number 2 .&lt;br /&gt;- heartbroken. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Is 4 trustworthy ?&lt;br /&gt;- in some aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Who is 1 to you ?&lt;br /&gt;- my ex wifey!! AND &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG BAHT NUMBER 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you argue with 7 every time ?&lt;br /&gt;- oh no.. we've never argued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) How well do you know 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;- inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you know things about 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;- ALOT ALOT ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Is 2 &amp;amp; 9 classmates ?&lt;br /&gt;- no. 9 is older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What if 4 &amp;amp; 10 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;-HAHAHAHA!!! THEY ARGUE EVERYDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and so, i'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &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/5942949893707439567-4928726743848236740?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4928726743848236740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4928726743848236740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4928726743848236740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4928726743848236740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-random-test-ern-tagged-me-to-do.html' title='random shit.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4886294622698132369</id><published>2009-07-07T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:35:37.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condescending.</title><content type='html'>well it's tuesday again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went to school, disturbed nitipat and eric, then blah blah blah usual shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to lex now on YM. woo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAVEN'T TALKED TO HIM IN 3 YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really in the mood to blog at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;BECOMING LESS SANE EVERY MINUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4886294622698132369?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4886294622698132369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4886294622698132369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4886294622698132369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4886294622698132369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/condescending.html' title='condescending.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3806315928227216043</id><published>2009-07-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:34:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabetty- blah.</title><content type='html'>wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's currently just my mom, me and ben here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother went to sleepover at jia le's house together with christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;setho, asyraf, fabian, terence and christian came over to play some stuff today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun quite fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow's a school holiday coz YOUTH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah... wish i could spend the day with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not too sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;STOP USING ME FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3806315928227216043?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3806315928227216043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3806315928227216043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3806315928227216043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3806315928227216043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/blabetty-blah.html' title='blabetty- blah.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4243030647111462482</id><published>2009-07-03T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:12:15.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit blogging. . .</title><content type='html'>Currently in school and using eric's phone to blog. . . &lt;br /&gt;Fucked up. . . &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do go school. . . &lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for Him to finish playing soccer but now i'm not too sure what i'm doing also. . . &lt;br /&gt;Shaun and the gang just left so yeah. . Nobody to talk to already. . .&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf sia. . . &lt;br /&gt;Psp more important than me. . . &lt;br /&gt;Bullshit. . . &lt;br /&gt;Well update again later when i get home. . &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can blog about something nice and worth reading. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4243030647111462482?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4243030647111462482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4243030647111462482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4243030647111462482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4243030647111462482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/bullshit-blogging.html' title='Bullshit blogging. . .'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-1180700303363437584</id><published>2009-07-01T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:56:37.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la. suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY NEW BLOGSKIN REALLY SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm going to keep it this way for a few days until i find the RIGHT BLOGSKIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with me ok?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-1180700303363437584?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1180700303363437584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=1180700303363437584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1180700303363437584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/1180700303363437584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-la-la-suck.html' title='la la la. suck.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-4206300291418236874</id><published>2009-06-28T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:27:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>process of fixing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IN THE PROCESS OF FIXING MY BLOG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know it looks crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUDDUP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-4206300291418236874?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4206300291418236874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=4206300291418236874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4206300291418236874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/4206300291418236874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/process-of-fixing.html' title='process of fixing.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5778920935859243438</id><published>2009-06-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:39:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing to me the song of the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IT'S ANOTHER WEEK OF NOT UPDATING AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow's the start of the new semester again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GOOD THING:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BAD THING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... well i'm still too psyched on the good reason that i can't really think of anything else yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway nothing much happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i was recovering from my loss of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRACE CAME OVER TO MY HOUSE!!!&lt;/span&gt; wehehehe. last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that i can't really remember anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and ben went to pasir ris park for some picnic thing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TRUTHFULLY, I'D RATHER SIT IN A PARK THAN GO SHOPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we stayed there until 10++ then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so SUNDAY! went to church blah blah same old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda relaxing now, thinking about how will tomorrow go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow's our second month&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and also, as grace and zhi han knows,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; OUR DUE DATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hoping his decision would be the good side and not the one that i'm rather dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no point getting depressed over the simplest of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already know this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;just didn't expect it to arrive so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* well i'm keeping my fingers crossed that i would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; IS TRUE LOVE REALLY ONCE IN A LIFETIME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5778920935859243438?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5778920935859243438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5778920935859243438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5778920935859243438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5778920935859243438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-another-week-of-not-updating-again.html' title='sing to me the song of the stars.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-164190190475933694</id><published>2009-06-23T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:45:15.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth camp camp camp camp!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OK YAY!!! I'M UPDATING AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from youth camp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohoooo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO COPE PICS PLEASE GO TO MY FB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was seriously fun man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my voice from laughing too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok!! i was in the&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; PA JIAO GROUP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;PA JIAO GROUP consists of me, shi pei, jia le, setho, nick ho, justin yeo and michelle lim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;WE ROCKED MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the first night right,we went to bugis and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;GHOST OF GIRLFRIEND'S PAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked all the way from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;KALLANG TO EAST COAST PARK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun coz we were all so shagged coz it was like 2++ am already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost lost my temper to michelle lim coz she was soooooooo irritating. she kept talking nonesense and kept asking the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANKS TO JIA LE, NICK HO, AND SHI PEI FOR HELPING ME KEEP MY COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had a nice sleep and woke up to jervis' chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; BETRAYAL ON THE HOUSE ON THE HILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; (we played this during good friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as always, played it with setho, NYAMO (grace's new name), and fabian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AND AS ALWAYS, I BECAME THE TRAITOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing was i managed to kill fabian. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*commence evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad thing was setho and grace managed to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S SO UNFAIR COZ WHEN THEY ALL PLAYED IT WITHOUT ME AND FABIAN BECAME TO TRAITOR, HE WAS ABLE TO WIN IN A MATTER OF 5 MINUTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtheck man, WTHECK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;OH YEAH!!! WE HAVE A NEW FOOSBALL TABLE IN OUR YOUTH ROOM!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, setho and asyraf decided to play twister and it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THEN CHRISTIAN, MY BROTHER, AND TIM CHU DECIDED TO FOLLOW UP AND IT WAS HILARIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously couldn't stop laughing and grace was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"SHUDDUP JEM!!! YOUR LAUGHTER IS SO CONTAGIOUS!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody was sleeping except for me and christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;WE WERE LAUGHING UNTIL 5 IN THE MORNING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to sleep since we still had church later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SUNDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have our usual youth blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead we had an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A.A.R. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(after action report)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kenneth showed us this slideshow with all our photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AND THERE WAS A PHOTO OF &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt; LAUGHING SO HARD IN THE TWISTER GAME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even had a circle and there was a caption saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"WHAT THE...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... took some photos then went home and slept!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. pretty fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;G4C ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-164190190475933694?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/164190190475933694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=164190190475933694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/164190190475933694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/164190190475933694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/youth-camp-camp-camp-camp.html' title='youth camp camp camp camp!!!'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3952918547415265092</id><published>2009-06-17T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:12:14.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;JUST WHEN I THOUGHT LIFE COULDN'T GET EVEN MORE FUCKED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad emailed my mom and told her some things that really irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TO SUM IT ALL, MY BROTHER AND I ARE LEAVING SINGAPORE AT THE END OF THE YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called sweetheart and tried my best not to cry to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ERN, ERIC, ALFIE, ANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;*friend from Phils*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; AND MY SWEETHEART, I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU MAKE IT SEEM LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3952918547415265092?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3952918547415265092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3952918547415265092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3952918547415265092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3952918547415265092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullshit-life.html' title='bullshit life.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3002038536448253381</id><published>2009-06-16T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:11:11.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aigooooo</title><content type='html'>bleh.... nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THINGS I WANT TO DO AFTER I TURN 18!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AFTER MY O'S!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to zouk. OR &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;GO BAR-HOPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;move out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;- go to malaysia with some friends for a period of time!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;FUN FUN FUN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go backpacking in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MOVE OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to sentosa and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;drown&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  hhhmmmm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MAKE OUT WITH MY SWEETHEART IN EVERY CORNER OF SINGAPORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's probably it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;AS IF IT'D REALLY COME TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3002038536448253381?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3002038536448253381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3002038536448253381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3002038536448253381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3002038536448253381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/aigooooo.html' title='aigooooo'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3225203029277530798</id><published>2009-06-16T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:56:35.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah...</title><content type='html'>well just woke up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously on a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday found out that more than half of the youth went for shi pei's dance thingy in hwachong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i was the one who said i didn't want to go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT FOR SOME REASON I FEEL LIKE I'M LEFT BEHIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, cleaned the house, cooked then went to tampines interchange with my brother to meet my sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the three of us went to sports complex to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I HAVEN'T SWAM IN 2 YEARS SO WAS PRETTY PUMPED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;what i basically did was drown and hang on to jeco most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT'S CUTE TO KNOW THAT MY BROTHER AND HIM GET ALONG FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;well the two of just basically wouldn't let go of each other the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he started staring at those bikini girls then i didn't talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blah he went to my house for lunch then left to meet jordy in century square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;GOD-KNOWS-HOW-LONG&lt;/span&gt; days since i've seen my sweetheart, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;i managed to spend 4 hours with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'M BEING LEFT BEHIND AGAIN.&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/5942949893707439567-3225203029277530798?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3225203029277530798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3225203029277530798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3225203029277530798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3225203029277530798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah_16.html' title='blah...'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-5591408365117973274</id><published>2009-06-16T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:55:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;SOME RANDOM QUIZ ERIC TAGGED ME TO DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) Besides lips , where is your favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) How do you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Who was the last person you talked to ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can't remember. my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more or less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Would you donate blood ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Have you ever had a best friend who is the opposite sex ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yup. still have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Do you want someone dead ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dead is such a strong word. MORE LIKELY KILLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) What does the last message in your phone say ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Luv u..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) What are you thinking about right now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Do you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quite early... 11++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Is someone in your mind ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Who was the last person you texted ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mrs pereira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) 10 people tagged to do quiz .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eric&lt;br /&gt;2. Buncha&lt;br /&gt;3. Ern&lt;br /&gt;4. Heni&lt;br /&gt;5. Grace&lt;br /&gt;6. Setho&lt;br /&gt;7. Hollie&lt;br /&gt;8. Shanice&lt;br /&gt;9. Grace Yong&lt;br /&gt;10. Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Who is 2 having relationship with ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody. she's flirting with chuan sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Is 3 male or female ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last time i checked ERN WAS MALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) If 7 &amp;amp; 6 get together , would it be a good thing ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure but they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) What is 1 studying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) When was the last time you chat with 5 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- before the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Is 4 single ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) Say something about 2 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CUTE!!! ADORABLE!! interesting to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) What do you think of 3 &amp;amp; 6 being together ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHAHAHAH!!! gay much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) What do you think if 6 &amp;amp; 7 fight ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Do you like 3 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure. like a little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Last beverage: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Last phone call:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Last text message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Luv u..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Last song you listened to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amigo by SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Last time you cried:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dated someone twice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been cheated on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Lost someone special:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Been depressed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm depressed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. black&lt;br /&gt;13. red&lt;br /&gt;14. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Made a new friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure. THE ESSS GANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Laughed until you cried:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i do that every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Met someone who changed you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Found out who your true friends were:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Found out someone was talking about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How many kids do you want to have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you have any pets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.22. Do you want to change your name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nah. it's cool at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What time did you wake up today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 9 ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O'LEVELS and THE 29TH OF EACH MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Last time you saw your Mother:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What are you listening to right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing. it's dead quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. What's getting on your nerves right now: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Most visited webpage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- facebook. blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Whats your real name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jemimah Ira Bulseco Tabalada (english) Yao Zhi Man (chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Nicknames:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jem, Jemi, ManMan, Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Relationship Status:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Zodiac sign?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Male or female?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Elementary school?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i moved alot so i have a lot of elementary schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Middle School?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- International Christian Academy School and Woodridge College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. High school/college?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Woodridge College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Hair colour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Long or short:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. What do you like about yourself?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i can punch really hard XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Piercings&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Tattoos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bo. but i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Righty or lefty:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. First surgery:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. First piercing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ear piercings. can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. First best friend(s):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Donna Camille Dayandante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. First sport you joined:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. First vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. First pair of trainers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Eating:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Drinking:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. I'm about to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- faint from hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cars passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. Waiting on:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the world to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Want kids?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Get Married?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Career?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is Better ? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Lips or eyes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Hugs or kisses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Shorter or taller:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Older or Younger:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- older *not too old*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nice arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Sensitive or loud:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Trouble maker or hesitant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- troublemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Kissed a stranger:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Drank hard liquor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Sex on first date:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Broke someone's heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Been arrested:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Turned someone down:&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Miracles:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Love at first sight: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Heaven:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Santa Claus: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- definitely not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Angels:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Did you sing today?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Ever cheated on somebody?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- before i was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- December 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Are you afraid of falling in love?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no. i'm in love aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Posting this as 90 truths?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Love yourself?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-5591408365117973274?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5591408365117973274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=5591408365117973274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5591408365117973274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/5591408365117973274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/90-truths.html' title='90 truths'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-3604176208841419577</id><published>2009-06-14T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:59:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never there when i need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;STUCK IN THE SAME PACE WHILE EVERYBODY MOVES IN FAST FORWARD MOTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way we make plans yet i'm the only one who seems to keep them in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;i hate the way you make me feel so happy over something just to eventually kill that happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate they way i seem to be the only one who's feeling the loneliness from being apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU FOR WAKING ME UP FROM THIS FAIRYTALE-LIKE DREAM I LET MYSELF LIVE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M SUCCUMBING TO THE HOLLOWNESS AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-3604176208841419577?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3604176208841419577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=3604176208841419577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3604176208841419577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/3604176208841419577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-there-when-i-need-you.html' title='never there when i need you.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-2135329162782351838</id><published>2009-06-13T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:20:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM SLOWLY DECAYING INTO THE NOTHINGNESS OF MY HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 10 days since i last saw my sweetheart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;FREAKING UNHAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if to add salt to my wound, he can't contact me coz he never paid his phone bill &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so communication is NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure he called once. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU MADE ME BELIEVE THAT I WAS ONLY WORTH WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT ME TO BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-2135329162782351838?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2135329162782351838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=2135329162782351838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2135329162782351838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/2135329162782351838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/dying-slowly.html' title='dying slowly.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/SDA7nV0JRzI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ezu12jZ1R1s/S220/Phograph0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5942949893707439567.post-7334397442663089937</id><published>2009-06-10T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:49:05.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/Si-PrpXYN1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/GThu8eeid1I/s1600-h/im-too-sensitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9d4mGtJYqWI/Si-PrpXYN1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/GThu8eeid1I/s320/im-too-sensitive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345649262713124690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;read it and understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well just came back from school so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY FEELING SO FUCKED UP NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been exactly one week since i last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FTARDS. LEAVE ME BE. I ONLY WANT HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WISH I WAS WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5942949893707439567-7334397442663089937?l=contortedlife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7334397442663089937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5942949893707439567&amp;postID=7334397442663089937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7334397442663089937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5942949893707439567/posts/default/7334397442663089937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contortedlife08.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>confused gal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='
