<?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-9358456</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:39:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the princess.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-113277247378388003</id><published>2005-11-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:01:13.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Okay Ive been staring at the computer screen for almost 10 mins now. There's so much to say but i just cant seem to phrase it all out without making this entry too long cause basically im far too lazy. Hahaha. Ah wells. My last entry was in October? yeap. This would be my last proper entry here though. Ill be moving to another site to blog just for a change. maybe when i feel like it ill be back here. Anyway the Os have just ended! :D Yes. Its FINALLY over! I feel kinda lost without the need to study though. weird i know. But it sure feels damn good to be able to relax and watch tv with out feeling shit guilty about the 30 mins ive spent infront of the tv instead of being infront of my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Os went on alright for me. probably maybe towards the last 2 papers when most of the 4/5ers started celebrating already. yeah but i hope i made it through well. :D Anyway on the last day of my papers i was on my long long bus ride home. And since i didnt have to think about the number of formulas i had to remember anymore,  i started to reflect on this whole year. It has gone by really fast. So many things have happened and my goals in life have changed.  From the beginning of the year determined to get into a JC, to aft my midyears maybe considering poly, to aft my prelims results to aim for poly instead, till now aft my Os, with no goals. JCs out of the question, MI was met with many discouraging opinions from the pple arnd me. And im not sure what course i want in poly. Im not even sure what i want to do in future.  For now its just to wait for my results then consider what im eiligible for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i guess since the last time ive blogged ive moved on and gotten over something which was once, probably very significant in my life. It took a great deal of effort, but ive come through it.  coming out stronger? i wont say. Protective? i guess. And im not letting my efforts go to waste. Pretty proud of myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, now i see this whole 'megan is a bitch' thing as something i laugh about. i mean why did i even bother bitching about whatever she does and trying to put through to people my side of the story? i already have my friends on my side and even some of her friends as well, without the need to bitch about her. So what the hell? And from what ive been hearing about her lately. Its quite sad. And whoever she wants to sing her delusioned sad fairy tales to, its fine. i dont really care if they believe her or not. She needs friends anyway. School's over. Whatever, i cant hate a person forever. Console herself if she must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, Whats up now?  Havent found a job. Hahaha. Just lazing infront of the tv. I'm becoming a MTV junkie, trl.. i want a famous face.. room raiders.. tail daters.. laguna beach.. meet the barkers.. blah blah love them all. Maybe also to go over to mel's place to watch the OC season one. Shopping. Tanning. whatever's in the mood. basically ive become a whatever goes kinda person. cant beat them, join them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-113277247378388003?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/113277247378388003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=113277247378388003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/113277247378388003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/113277247378388003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113277247378388003' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112965078007930106</id><published>2005-10-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:53:00.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLOOO EVERYONEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make this entry a QUICK QUICK one!!&lt;br /&gt;I shall attempt to blog whatever i want in 8 lines!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy busy busy!! Os are in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Been studying every second of my life but it seems like its not enough!&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for a long lost love has been revived!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!! BEN ADAMS IT IS!! AHHHHHHHH!!! I LOVE HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;And now ive found someone to share my equal love for him!! ABBY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. No one understands me except abby!! You've got GREEEAT taste ABBY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Avoiding prawns is killing me! I was tempted to eat TWO today. But i remained strong!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay and LASTLY, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE BEN ADAMS!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112965078007930106?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112965078007930106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112965078007930106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112965078007930106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112965078007930106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112965078007930106' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112773744299896724</id><published>2005-09-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:21:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BOO! Just had O'Level orals for the chinese illiterate this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, CL(B) Orals. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that of a goner after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;The passage was managable and converasation was short but not that badly done.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Had Youth Mission today.&lt;br /&gt;And i have to say something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOLE GREEN!!! I'LL FUCKING MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you are going to keep your promise and make me your bridesmaid whenever you get married okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i will never forget you on my part too!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, speaking of missing my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Grad night is over!!&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel rather reliefed that its over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;Probably for the fact that i know that i didnt trip and fall on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Everything went so well on friday!!&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show we're good planners. Yup. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay maybe there were instances when it was pure havoke and alot of rush for me. But i got through it!&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush right from Thursday afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something unfortunate happened.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to Eastpoint to buy smt then over to Tiffy's house to solve our problem.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i had Tiffy and Alison to go through it with me! If not i wouldnt have gone through with it! OMG. Cause it was the most painful thing on earth! i wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway left at 530 when i was supposed to meet my mum at 6.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home and started mad packing.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed whatever i could lay my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Mel's house at 9 with alot of my barang barang. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;We played playstation.. Did our mails.. watched the OC.. Ate beef noodles at 1 in the morning which was the most fattening thing to do before grad night. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning by Charlotte  at freaking 9 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Watched Charlotte play playstation.. drank milo..&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to bathe and pack up again in 10 mins!&lt;br /&gt;Reached Meridian and checked in at 11+.&lt;br /&gt;Sue came at 1230. Did Mel's hair and make up first.&lt;br /&gt;Our class's suite was on the same level as us too!!&lt;br /&gt;So it was so convienient and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Sihui, Mel's mum, dennis came to help us.&lt;br /&gt;Booked a cab at 415.&lt;br /&gt;And it was REALLY chaos rushing down in time.&lt;br /&gt;But we made it! EARLY!!! Something that is never possible for me and mel. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;The grad night ceremony was boring.. But everyone was gorgeous! Really..&lt;br /&gt;Im not exaggerating one bit. Especially the twins! They should go run for Miss Singapore. A good chance!&lt;br /&gt;OH! And Miss Tiffany Hendricks said that whoever won 4/5's Miss SAC was a big bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.. Miss SAC 4/5 was TIFFANY JOANNE HENDRICKS! THE BIMBO! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Alright so we left straight after the ceremony to Marche for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought we came from a wedding! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to our hotel to wash up and change to our after party outfits! :D&lt;br /&gt;Met them again at 1 for pool at cine. Went down to Cheers at 3 to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;And All of them said i looked too young to get drinks! :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Went back up to the hotel and this hotel guy stopped us cause we were too big of a group.&lt;br /&gt;So poor Veron and abby got suck downstairs till 430, till me and Mel came down with our disguises so rescue the poor souls!&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha. And i managed to buy 4 bottles at cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im not such a small girl after all!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to our rooms to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Then after our 2 bottles we went over to the suite.&lt;br /&gt;Kristel's boyfriend bought us pure vodka.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. So we ate taco chips.. drank vodka with coke and ate instant cup noodles with a toothbrush till 730 in the morning when we were fucking high. HAhaha.&lt;br /&gt;And everything after that im not sure what happened. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12 to find tiffy khoo sleeping next to me. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Went over  to the suite to get my house keys and my slippers back.&lt;br /&gt;Left the hotel at 2.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to get a 30 min nap and got ready to meet Tiff at 530.&lt;br /&gt;Played pool till abt 730.. met alison.. blah blah blah..met mel, lou and agnes.. went for youth mass at 8..&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.. went to KFC for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11 and had my long awaited sleep till 3 the next afternoon! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. This weekend was great! Everything turned out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the pics for grad night and everything but there's one lil problem.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Eh. i could only upload the pics from the cam with the after party!&lt;br /&gt;the grad night one just isnt working!&lt;br /&gt;i connected all the wires perfectly!! but NOTHING HAPPENS!&lt;br /&gt;And i know what your thinking.. check the switch..&lt;br /&gt;I DID OKAY! Im not that bimbotic! Hahaha. yup so Its just the after party pics till i figure the other one out. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112773744299896724?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112773744299896724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112773744299896724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112773744299896724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112773744299896724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112773744299896724' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112730618169886562</id><published>2005-09-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:36:21.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 Days to Grad night!!!&lt;br /&gt;Went for rehersals today.&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting next to nicole green!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that bimbo is gonna drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;If you think im bad.. DONT MEET HER.&lt;br /&gt;Just about 15 mins into sitting beside her, i laughed so damn much&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I Collected my dress today!&lt;br /&gt;TEST RUN TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna call tiffy and try on my whole outfit after Charmed.&lt;br /&gt;Which actually started 3 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! BYE!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back after grad night!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112730618169886562?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112730618169886562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112730618169886562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112730618169886562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112730618169886562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112730618169886562' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112722358543588781</id><published>2005-09-20T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:20:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;PRELIMS ARE OVER!!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Havent updated since forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I'll just rant my way through this entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grad night is 3 days away!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its so fucking exciting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Just relieving stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not like there was much to begin with anyway. Haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my whole outfit for grad night planned out and arranged already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got to collect the dress from the dry cleaners tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its test run time!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought the last piece of my outfit today, and my outfit is completed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And me and tiffy got our after party outfits co-ordinated too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fuck the damn electric guitar la. My brother is just MAKING NOISE with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone save me. Please.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. It has officially spoilt my mood to type any further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rubbish senseless strumming of the guitar makes me sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's like teaching himself how to play the damn guitar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AT NIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spare the neighbours their sleep please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH. So anyway im going to do the grad night gifts now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe start compiling my packing list early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh god, speaking of which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont think i have a bag big enough to put everything in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay ill make an outline of my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since my prayers have miraculously been answered and the noise is GONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay.. Lemme think....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shorts X3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tops X3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dress &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adidas jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pastel green bling Roxy bikini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MNG army green bling top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Denim skirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silver hoops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dangling bling earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Butterfly charm bracelet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pretty pink flower ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White clutch bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Diamond flower cross pendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shaul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White Charles&amp;amp;Keith heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White U.R.S flats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brown ripcurl slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;French manicure set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Contents in wallet (e.g. money, ezlink card, IC, blah blah blah..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nail polish remover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top coat nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VCDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bitch.. Cause Fuck is in hospital. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moisturizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make-up remover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make up bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Portable mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Contacts solution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blah.. blah.. blah....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. My head hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think i rather call mel and pack our bags together. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright.. Gonna take a break and do the grad night gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But first! TRL time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BYEE! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112722358543588781?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112722358543588781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112722358543588781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112722358543588781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112722358543588781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722358543588781' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112555800613179203</id><published>2005-09-01T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:33:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently ive been hearing alot about my friends and their significant others.&lt;br /&gt;BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Maybe its fate for us or just plain coincidence but cant boys come up with better excuses to break up for another girl then STUDIES?! WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just one of us getting that excuse but lyk lemme recall.. Six of us?!&lt;br /&gt;All in one week!&lt;br /&gt;And its fucking funny how they say their teacher or PRINCIPAL told them to break up.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. This proves that boys are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And how convineint it is to find out afew days later the bastard is attached again.&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest joke i heard is that one of the guys new girl shows her signs of affection like talking about her butt and her URINE! WTF. What a JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;Its like saying 'Charlotte! I PISS you.' or 'Mel! i SHIT you more.'&lt;br /&gt;I feel all their anger probably cause i went through smt similar before.&lt;br /&gt;So girls! This next song is for all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;Just think of it this way, The boy downgraded and you UPGRADED. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake It Off Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause the loving ain't the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you keep on playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like you know I'm here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Calgon commercial&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta get up outta here&lt;br /&gt;And go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I gotta shake you off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta make that move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find somebody who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciates all the love I give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy I gotta shake you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby and that means I gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you get this message&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be too late&lt;br /&gt;So don't bother paging me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;See I grabbed all my diamonds and clothes&lt;br /&gt;Just ask your momma she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're gonna miss me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate to say I told you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well at first I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now it's clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would cheat with all your freaks&lt;br /&gt;And lie compulsively&lt;br /&gt;So I packed up my Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;Jumped in your ride and took off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never ever find a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who loves you more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about a gang&lt;br /&gt;Of your dirty little deeds&lt;br /&gt;With this one and that one&lt;br /&gt;By the pool, on the beach, in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Heard y'all was&lt;br /&gt;Hold up my phone's breakin' up&lt;br /&gt;I'ma hang up and call the machine right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta get this off of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You wasn't worth my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've leaving you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I need a real love in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Save this recording because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm never coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't cha know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And erh... I just like this next song. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Energy Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(feat. Baby Bash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy. energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm digging on your energy (Energy)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm digging what you telling me (Telling me)&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this little melody (Melody)&lt;br /&gt;And dedicate it to my favorite lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Natalie]&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;There's thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking bout you&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;What can I tell you, you got me so twisted&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;Over and over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a song tonight (Tonight)&lt;br /&gt;You weren't begging me to write (To write)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it cool tonight (Tonight)&lt;br /&gt;To don't know what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm digging on your energy (Energy)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm digging what you telling me (Telling me)&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this little melody (Melody)&lt;br /&gt;And dedicate it to my favorite lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Baby Bash]&lt;br /&gt;Rain and shine sleet and snow&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop the way we flow&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my miracle&lt;br /&gt;And I'm digging on your lyrical&lt;br /&gt;Your melody is my remedy&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze to my Hennessey&lt;br /&gt;The one to call when I'm sipping for&lt;br /&gt;With the candy coated Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Just make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;And let's make it a fish with your boy Baby Bash with some heavenly bliss&lt;br /&gt;Because your kisses on my lips, girl I'm ready to roll&lt;br /&gt;With so vicious and bubblicious, the energy's throwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm digging on your energy (Energy)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm digging what you telling me (Telling me)&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this little melody (Melody)&lt;br /&gt;And dedicate it to my favorite lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Natalie]&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you know that I dig you&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love when I met you&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is something real (Fa. sho.)&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I love the way (I love the way)&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel (You make feel)&lt;br /&gt;Is something bout you loving me&lt;br /&gt;Can't do without your energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm digging on your energy (Energy)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm digging what you telling me (Telling me)&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this little melody (Melody)&lt;br /&gt;And dedicate it to my favorite lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy&lt;br /&gt;Energy, digging on your energy. energy&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/9358456-112555800613179203?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112555800613179203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112555800613179203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112555800613179203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112555800613179203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555800613179203' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112555010498728687</id><published>2005-09-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:48:25.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lucky day for CANCERIANS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Well, okay maybe not all but just 2 special ones! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31ST August 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up at 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got my daddy to drive me to the bus stop at 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bus came 2 mins later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Was supposed to head over to school for Teacher's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i went over to tiffy's house instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her dad sent us back to my place to get my beach stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was comtemplating to take 70 and 22 or 53.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took 53 in the end cause the sun was too hot. ( I WAS MELTING!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was prepared to wait a LOOONG time like i always had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we knew it, we were at harbourfront and the bus was there already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached the visitor's centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a little breakfast then our shuttle bus came just as we finished eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the beach and not many pple were arnd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were tanning and talking, tanning and talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked abt how we're gonna spend our post Os period and how assholic boys can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. it was pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pat, Lou, Terence and shaun joined us later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But me and tiffy had a very good head start cause the sun was so fucking strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we were already burnt by 1230 and we continued on till 230!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. Im suffering the fucking concequences right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  went to wash up and got on the shuttle bus by 330.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shuttle bus to the visitors centre just came when we came out of the toilet too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And at the visitors centre, the bus to harbourfront also just arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the station and the train just arrived too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were freaking lucky that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when we were at dougby ghaut comtemplating on our lucky day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took the wrong train!! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, We said it too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrived in town and started our shopping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiff bought her grad night shoes and i bought this really nice green top from topshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the beautiful green bikini i always wanted with bling on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHH!! :D and of course aloe vera cause my fucking skin was burning up already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY!! i was really happy!!!!!! :D :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus i didnt have to endure the long journey home and the walking home too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i got a lift home from tiff's friend, wilson. :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna learn how to drive too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the guy is in his last year in Ngee Ann Poly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked him abt the buisness school in Ngee Ann and he said it was the best for buisness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm. But its fucking in clementi! Ive travelled half the country in secondary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No way am i gonna continue doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But according to him there's many pple from places like bedok and pasir ris who go there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, so myabe ill consider. But i dont even know what i wanna do in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehs. ive got no direction whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lemme just get over this prelims and Os first and decide later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its S.s prelims tomorrow. Fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i havent even lifted the book to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright today is soley dedicated to S.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LINETTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(who's really in pain right now!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112555010498728687?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112555010498728687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112555010498728687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112555010498728687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112555010498728687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555010498728687' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112461917161377280</id><published>2005-08-22T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:14:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Some of you might know that i used to take Bio lessons privately around last year?&lt;br /&gt;And that I kinda failed terribly in it probably cause i slept through out all the 4hrs of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And that the only time i could stay awake for more than an hour was when the cute guy i had a tiny crush on came.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually i dropped out cause i got even lower marks for Bio than chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I invented my own version of Pure Biology for EOYE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So anyway on friday we had 3 free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After Recess*&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Charlene, Cheryl, Tiffy and I were around my table.&lt;br /&gt;Charlene was complaining about her ex from monfort.&lt;br /&gt;Who btw, Is a real asshole.&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;*gossip gossip gossip*&lt;br /&gt;*complains complains complains*&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said something about the cover of this month's SEVENTEEN magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone:&lt;br /&gt;Hey i heard that the Seventeen summer hunk winner and 1st runner up&lt;br /&gt;are twins. How stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Which brought my attention to the Seventeen magazine pat has reading. I couldnt see the picture clearly but i could vaguely see what was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I spot potential good looking boys on that cover! Pass it over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat:&lt;br /&gt;No! Wait! Lemme read first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JingXian:&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I tell you, dont bother looking at them(the twins). Cause i saw them real life before. Damn ugly. Real life their not good looking. I saw one of them at the MRT station. Damn tall and lengthy. Then he was wearing those kinda specs Charlotte have. The titanium ones. Damn ugly one i tell you. Then his face was like having some kinda spasm. (imitates the guy's spasm look, fucking funny! Hahaha.) And he was reading a Seventeen Magazine. What kinda guy reads Seventeen? And which secondary school boy has dyed hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha. how old are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JingXian:&lt;br /&gt;Our age if im not wrong. From SJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was laughing ALOT cause i swear the way she described him to me. It pretty much convinced me that he wasnt good looking and it was damn funny. So i decided to walk over to pats table to see how they actually look like. And I thought the boys looked familiar. Then i realised that i could be the guy from the Bio class! So i brought the magazine to Alison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Alison! Dont you think this looks like the guy from our Bio class last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison:&lt;br /&gt;No.. I dont think so. Its not him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is! He really looks like the guy from our Bio class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pat got protective over the magazine and took it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I dont think so la linette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;*VERY UNCONVINCED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fad started talking to me about some nelly bitch so i forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN... ON SATURDAY AT THE HOSPITAL'S 7ELEVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted the magazine. So i decided to take a nice look at it peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;And I still wasnt convinced that he wasnt the guy from bio class. So i went to check for their names and YES! I WAS RIGHT!!! Then it all came back to me! The school.. he was from SJI.. the age.. Same bio class means same age.. The description... I remembered his specs silver titanium looking.. He was very tall too.. Brownish hair.. which i think is natural... All of that matches up!! I WAS RIGHT!! And btw JingXian.. He's not ugly real life.. maybe abit quiet looking but he's cute!! Infact, he's hot! Plus!! HE HAS A TWIN! TIMES TWO!&lt;br /&gt;I saw him again afew months after i quit class, in town.&lt;br /&gt;And He looked different not wearing his specs.&lt;br /&gt;So now that i think of it.. Maybe the one i saw in town was the twin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then this morning Alison came to me and she was finally convinced that it really is him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So... May i have the pleasure of saying this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I TOLD YOU SO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112461917161377280?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112461917161377280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112461917161377280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112461917161377280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112461917161377280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112461917161377280' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112452387123458232</id><published>2005-08-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:48:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="ORANGE" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/maiamuse/1060879929_auraorange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orange: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need thrills, challenges and danger to&lt;br /&gt;feel alive. It is all about pushing limits for&lt;br /&gt;you. You are able to react quickly to your&lt;br /&gt;environment and readjust to change with little&lt;br /&gt;stress. You like to flirt, but are rarely, if&lt;br /&gt;ever, any more serious than a casual fling.&lt;br /&gt;You have a creative side that you show to few&lt;br /&gt;people. You know how to answer the door when&lt;br /&gt;opportunity knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secret emotions: Fear and Motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/maiamuse/quizzes/What%20color%20is%20your%20aura?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What color is your aura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/9358456-112452387123458232?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112452387123458232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112452387123458232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112452387123458232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112452387123458232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112452387123458232' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112452307761362922</id><published>2005-08-20T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T15:31:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My darling 4/5ers liked the powerpoint!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my hard work paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUP! So all thats left is my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 and a half weeks to my prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And 2 months till my Os. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a bit more to go! Then im freeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's even a tentative prom night to plan about too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally my damn school is doing something for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus its after the Os. Unlike gradnight which is before the Os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess their starting to use their brains now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. but maybe its a lie to motivate us through the Os.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, at least ive got something else to plan about now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Exciting!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112452307761362922?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112452307761362922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112452307761362922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112452307761362922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112452307761362922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112452307761362922' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112438514798635509</id><published>2005-08-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T01:12:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IVE FINALLY FINISHED THE GRAD NIGHT CLASS POWERPOINT!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!! I FEEL SO DAMN ACCOMPLISHED!!!&lt;br /&gt;ANITHA!! YOU BETTER LOVE ME!! AND THE REST OF 4/5 TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HARD HARD HARD HARD WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;SLAUGHTING OVER IT TILL 1AM FOR 3 NIGHTS IN A ROW.&lt;br /&gt;IM DEAD TIRED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so now that its all done.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all would like it!!&lt;br /&gt;I really really REALLY hope so!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay im going to sleep now. Fuckin tired!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112438514798635509?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112438514798635509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112438514798635509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112438514798635509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112438514798635509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112438514798635509' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112395068747026578</id><published>2005-08-14T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:31:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise that i can depend on no one.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just out to save their own asses.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time i learn to look out for myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time i realise that the people that matter,&lt;br /&gt;are the ones here for me when i need them most.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112395068747026578?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112395068747026578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112395068747026578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112395068747026578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112395068747026578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112395068747026578' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112375249312717954</id><published>2005-08-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:02:48.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;The Chinese O'Level results are coming out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Its too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This means that my Os are really approaching fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2 months to go? Or is it 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whatever it is i got to start focusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I know I screwed up the Chinese paper in June already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Im prepared to re-take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Its just the breaking the news to my parents which is the hard part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe i could go for the post-confirmants thingy at 8 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;So when my father watches the news at 930,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wont be around to answer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hahaha. Or maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I could just pray that my parents wont be home till late tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;So I wont have to break it to them at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah! Fuck it. They have to know sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;But what if i cant go to the concert on Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what about my nicely planned outfit for that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Argh. Its not important anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll just wear it tomorrow while being depressed over my chinese results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;At least that would cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, think I'll just get back to drinking soup and reading harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LINETTE LOVES YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BYE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;P.s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Got my prelim English Orals results back today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Got an A1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;17/20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Beat that freakin bitchface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Is someone getting the best of you?&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/9358456-112375249312717954?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112375249312717954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112375249312717954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112375249312717954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112375249312717954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112375249312717954' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112365899339142936</id><published>2005-08-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:29:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don't speak I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112365899339142936?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112365899339142936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112365899339142936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112365899339142936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112365899339142936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112365899339142936' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112349102072582002</id><published>2005-08-08T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:58:09.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, I LOVE YOU 4/5!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really really REALLY love you all to bits!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the enthusiasm today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made things much easier for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our class did well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if not for some people picking on us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and disqualifying over dumb reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My throat is freaking painful now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the screaming and shouting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe. But not all of it was for cheering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shouted at that bitch face today too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. shes a joke man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And freaking irresponsible as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess our house was last place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause our House Captain wasnt even supporting our house to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she complains that she cant do her job as a Vice-Class Cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a House Cap. at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ask me. Its all bull crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wasnt even doing a good job at being a House Cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running off to the other houses, to her other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaving us to guess which event comes first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not like i wanted her to assist me as a Vice-Cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I managed the class on my own very well actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when Ms IM-TOO-GOOD-FOR-MY-HOUSE returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she claims that she doesnt know anything about the reporting time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know whats so funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was holding a yellow booklet with all the times and events that takes place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was meant to be informed to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats a house captain for if she was meant to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'not know anything' and run off whenever she feels like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And obviously i was fucking pissed cause i had to figure out what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shoulder all the fucking responsibility of sending the people to report on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, i covered all my class events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was even worried about the house events. Which shouldnt be my problem in the first place cause it was HER responsibility as a HOUSE CAPTAIN to ensure that everyone reports for the house events on time! And she came to me asking whats my problem with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. MAYBE just MAYBE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY PROBLEM WITH HER IS THAT HER ATTITUDE STINKS AND SHES FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. and she was saying rubbish about me being a class captain.. blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically she didnt know what the fuck she was talking about and contridicting herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHICH WAS QUITE A JOKE ACTUALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND WANNA HEAR A BIGGER JOKE?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stupid loser said that i was a RACIST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF. she makes my toes laugh.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Racial harmony from national day obviously got to her head)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh. Whatever it is. She's making a joke out of herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagining that i took her out of the class 4x100m Event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH PLEASE! Ive got more sportsmanship. Unlike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Removing mel from cheerleading, lying to her that it got cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could'nt you come up with a better excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not everyone is as stupid as you to believe such a lame excuse like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because we've got our differences, i still didnt remove you from the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you did otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess ive got better sportsmanship then you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanna confront me? Asking me whats my problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SURE. I can put you down. HANDS DOWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;With Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LINETTE.&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/9358456-112349102072582002?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112349102072582002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112349102072582002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything goes on well!&lt;br /&gt;I havent got 40 safety pins!&lt;br /&gt;Panicking.&lt;br /&gt;But HAVE NO FEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way!&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;I want 4/5 to win!&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED 4/5 to win!&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were made to! :D&lt;br /&gt;There's no school till thursday!&lt;br /&gt;But tonnes of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cram it by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112342992858744438?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112342992858744438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112342992858744438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112342992858744438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112342992858744438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342992858744438' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112342729031100909</id><published>2005-08-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:28:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papa Roach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help to fix myself&lt;br /&gt;Your making me insane&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;A kiss will only vise&lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;Compassions in my nature&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ever came around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause your drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;You fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M2m&lt;br /&gt;The Day You Went Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I wonder could it be&lt;br /&gt;When I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, call me blind&lt;br /&gt;To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;And does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember date and time&lt;br /&gt;September twenty second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday twenty five after nine&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway with your case&lt;br /&gt;No longer shouting at each other&lt;br /&gt;There were tears on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;Something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we never know what we've got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How could I carry on&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been missing you so much I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;40 Kinds Of Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Two days chasing me around&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy when you're outside of my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're outside of my world&lt;br /&gt;No sounds singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Just be with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;But just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are waiting at the door&lt;br /&gt;Just like every time before&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;But just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not enough, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel.. yea.. 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same thing always happens when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;i know you're just around the corner&lt;br /&gt;But just around the corner is not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before&lt;br /&gt;Now I found the love of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Passes things get more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see you now with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We used to think it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;Now you call me by my new last name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories seem like so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Time always kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Harbor Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;The dreaming days where the mess was made&lt;br /&gt;Look how all the kids have grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have changed but we're still the same&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;If you can be happy for me&lt;br /&gt;Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;So far from where we've been&lt;br /&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will you still be here for me till the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112342729031100909?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112342729031100909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112342729031100909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112342729031100909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112342729031100909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342729031100909' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112325121677598719</id><published>2005-08-05T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:15:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadistic joys.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Linette &lt;3&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%200381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%200381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when Mel and Fad gets crazy and pretends that they're&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know you love me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%200981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%200981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IM INNOCENT! I wasnt behind this. But you gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112325121677598719?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112325121677598719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112325121677598719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112325121677598719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112325121677598719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325121677598719' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112324990004508609</id><published>2005-08-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:14:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contents of Linette's pencil case:&lt;br /&gt;4 black pens. 3 blue-black pens. a metal ruler. a stapler.&lt;br /&gt;a calculator. 4 coloured markers. a highlighter. a protractor. 2 compasses.&lt;br /&gt;a soft eraser. bluie!. a green pen. and alot more i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know you love me charlotte. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! I'm in the picture too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/1600/school%200932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/364/320/school%200931.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i managed to do it AGAIN! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112324990004508609?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112324990004508609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112324990004508609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112324990004508609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112324990004508609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112324990004508609' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112289640127489978</id><published>2005-08-01T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:03:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just came home from school.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my dinner to come home! (DADDY)&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just post a quick entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sentosa thing on saturday was not as bad i was thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty alright actually.&lt;br /&gt;got into the same group as abby, agnes and lou.&lt;br /&gt;reached sentosa at arnd 10+.&lt;br /&gt;although after about an hour&lt;br /&gt;it started to rain fucking heavily.&lt;br /&gt;so we spent like 30mins in 7eleven waiting for it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;but it just got heavier. :|&lt;br /&gt;so we just decided to run all the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt a short run.&lt;br /&gt;it felt like it was never going to end! omg.&lt;br /&gt;the bloody wind and rain was so strong and the floor was so slippery.&lt;br /&gt;we look like mad girls running in the rain when everyone took shelter.&lt;br /&gt;after what seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;we got to the bus stop and all our stuff was wet!&lt;br /&gt;well, except mine lah. haha!&lt;br /&gt;isnt a beach bag a good investment! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went arnd sentosa drenched.&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;went arnd looking for clues.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Looked for summore clues.&lt;br /&gt;Chris voon and Paul joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Did a hell lot of walking.&lt;br /&gt;Did a hell lot of complaining. :D&lt;br /&gt;met with the rest at the ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch the musical fountain but we were walking too slowly&lt;br /&gt;till they closed the gate on us! haha!&lt;br /&gt;went back to church at 9.&lt;br /&gt;OH! and on the way back&lt;br /&gt;we saw the national day parade fireworks! :D&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice! Cheered me up alot.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, was pretty upset over what i over heard earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to bedok for pool afterwards&lt;br /&gt;with abby, agnes, lou, chris and paul.&lt;br /&gt;was too fucking depressed to play properly.&lt;br /&gt;got a lil annoyed with some people&lt;br /&gt;but thanks abby for trying to cheer me up! :D&lt;br /&gt;left at arnd 1030.&lt;br /&gt;went home depressed and with a fucking headache&lt;br /&gt;saturday was actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;just minus the news. that'll be great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Here I am, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/9358456-112289640127489978?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112289640127489978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112289640127489978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112289640127489978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112289640127489978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112289640127489978' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112229377093356936</id><published>2005-07-25T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:17:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Other Side of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting like an Iceberg&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to change,&lt;br /&gt;But she's cold inside&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be like&lt;br /&gt;the water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face&lt;br /&gt;Buries her soul in one embrace&lt;br /&gt;They're one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Just like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;br /&gt;Holding on with fingers&lt;br /&gt;and feelings alike&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;But most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go&lt;br /&gt;And can you still love me&lt;br /&gt;When you can't see me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fire fades away&lt;br /&gt;most of everyday&lt;br /&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;br /&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;br /&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;You're.... the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112229377093356936?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112229377093356936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112229377093356936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112229377093356936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/112229377093356936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112229377093356936' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112229357922348050</id><published>2005-07-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:12:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish everyone could just fucking shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My fucking head is so fucking painful now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like taking it out to be reliefed from the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to vent my frustration on something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I fucking need a fucking science tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During Chem today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didnt understand a shit she was jabbering about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And its starting to piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ive got E &amp; A Maths, Physics and English to do tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But i cant even think straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Screwed up E Maths mock exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need an A1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And GENIUS me forgot to bring her compass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So i just threw 4 marks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gosh, I really need sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112229357922348050?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112149871578760301</id><published>2005-07-16T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T15:35:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i lost a best friend this week. but somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i dont feel a sense of loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of course i felt very hurt at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but right now, i feel anger, disgust, deceit and betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yes, she was my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;someone whom i could trust, whom i could turn to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;someone whom i thought highly of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;just over the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im disgusted by her actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i never thought she would stoop so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;just to prove her superiorty to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;just to prove to herself that she's little ms. perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she slams others down to make herself feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she's the kind of person that im highly disgusted at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that i frown upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;because of her selfish spoilt reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she betrays her bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lies to their faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;each time she's so DAMN FAKE towards us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i just feel lyk telling her to quit fucking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and get a FUCKING LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she manipulates people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its either she's SHIT STUPID,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or she really believes that they dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that shes making use of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;never in my life has the thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of how low she is, crossed my mind, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but from the things ive heard over just a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my perspective of her is nothing but a FAKE PIECE OF SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and once she realises that actually she lost us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she runs along to her 'other' friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pretending and acting her life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;its so funny how they accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the lies she spouts out immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she can bitch all she wants to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cause seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I DONT GIVE A FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ive got my real friends beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THATS ALL I NEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NOT A FAKE BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHO THINKS HERSELF SUPERIOR TO THE REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND IN THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;EVERYTHNG BACKFIRES BACK AT HER FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna see how long you would last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll skip the details and elaborations in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just to save the little respect other's have of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com"&gt;To Be Continued..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112149871578760301?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-112066116037201467</id><published>2005-07-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:46:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has changed.&lt;br /&gt;So have they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-112066116037201467?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/112066116037201467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=112066116037201467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111761577946226158?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111761577946226158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111761577946226158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111761577946226158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111761577946226158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111761577946226158' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111753671479973200</id><published>2005-05-31T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T18:51:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the chinese Os are over!&lt;br /&gt;no more studying for chinese!&lt;br /&gt;but just praying for the results! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say thanks to everyone who really encouraged me&lt;br /&gt;through the exams even though&lt;br /&gt;all of you knew my chinese was hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER!&lt;br /&gt;MPS!&lt;br /&gt;my darling prince dickiebird! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;tiffy, berny, nicret!&lt;br /&gt;Russell!!&lt;br /&gt;Daniel!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, BEV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111753671479973200?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111753671479973200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111753671479973200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111753671479973200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111753671479973200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111753671479973200' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;Now that I don't&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give&lt;br /&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right here, 'cause baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody there&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack's on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing to me&lt;br /&gt;'If you think you're lonely now'&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;This is too deep, too deep&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the dial&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a break&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;I only think of you&lt;br /&gt;And it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep it together&lt;br /&gt;But I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing things&lt;br /&gt;Crying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt;Ain't even half of what&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on&lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;Baby nobody else&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111746104051912827?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111746104051912827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111746104051912827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111746104051912827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111746104051912827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111746104051912827' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111701316433948461</id><published>2005-05-25T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:27:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese tuition again!:&lt;br /&gt;30mins time. im still at home.&lt;br /&gt;Roger is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O Levels:              &lt;br /&gt;4 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent-Teacher Meeting/Report books:&lt;br /&gt;2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can my life get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED WISHLIST! HEEE! :D&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/9358456-111701316433948461?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111701316433948461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111701316433948461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111701316433948461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111701316433948461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111701316433948461' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111694674158377765</id><published>2005-05-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:13:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feeling quite depressed or low lately. the Os are in 4 days? and my hopes are really low for my chinese. for instance, i almost cried during tuition today. why? because i felt lyk a fucking loser. a useless loser infact. while everyone was doing a nice compo. knowing what to write and how to write the damn words. there i am stoning. clueless. and not that it can get any worse when i actually try to write to the best of my ability, i just get laughed at when i show it to my close friend. its just fucking depressing. right then i just wanted to run out crying and give up on everything. but i sucked everything in and pulled through the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to try so damn hard and be discredited. and mocked at. it sucks. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks  russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my store guy, mr daniel, for everything! and sorry again for venting all my frustrations on you. :)&lt;br /&gt;oh and bev too. heh. for making me laugh over how funny she sounds when shes concern. LOL.&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/9358456-111694674158377765?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111694674158377765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111694674158377765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111694674158377765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111694674158377765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694674158377765' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111633429291845430</id><published>2005-05-17T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:51:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHH! im angry!  i wanna watch house of wax! BUT! im a month and a half away from being 16!! what nonsense! alright. anyway besides that!! my birthday is coming!!!!!!!!!!! hahahha. okay. im over excited. i got 50 days to go! oh well. chinese Os are in 13 days! AHHHH! its intensive chinese. frm tml till the 30th of may. its chinese frm 8.10 to 10.30 and frm 2.15 to 3.45 and 5 to 8 or 9. every single day. ew. thats like 6-7 and a half hours a day. but i got to learn 4 new chapters every day. which btw the 4 chps for today has not been leart by me yet! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im done with this random entry! :) love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111633429291845430?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111633429291845430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111633429291845430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111633429291845430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111633429291845430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111633429291845430' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111616400674974572</id><published>2005-05-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:35:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You were a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Everything, it felt so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Here I am, once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Can't deny it, can't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Broken up, deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So together, but so broken up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;'Cause I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;No, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hangin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Swallow me then spit me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;For hating you, I blame myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;No, I don't cry on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111616400674974572?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111616400674974572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111616400674974572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111616400674974572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111616400674974572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111616400674974572' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111599801406970601</id><published>2005-05-13T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:36:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;maybe im over observant or over paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but i observe things which i dont say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;others may not see, but i see through you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;silence from me does not mean i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today went on quite well. no bad luck. :D &lt;em&gt;(i think.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUFU&lt;em&gt;(shaun)&lt;/em&gt; left for australia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna go too! pretty sad though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALMOST cried at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive got no one to call a LOSER anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiffy is seriously really strong. &lt;em&gt;(emotionally wise)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i would have been me in her shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i would have been too depressed to function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over to see mel in the hospital today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that woman is probably really comfortable there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she skipped 3-4 papers! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway get well soon mel! :D&lt;/div&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/9358456-111599801406970601?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111599801406970601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111599801406970601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111599801406970601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111599801406970601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599801406970601' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111570891623239272</id><published>2005-05-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:08:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPSET!&lt;/span&gt; yes. im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNHAPPY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN-HEARTENED&lt;/span&gt;! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post a second entry for yesterday cause it all started from yesterday, right after i post the previous entry! BUT! i was already awfully late for tuition and i still had'nt studied for the day. so yeah. there was no time. anyway i was just looking arnd the net while procrestinating even more before studying. and came across some stuff. which im awfully jealous about! why are they with him! i saw the boy FIRST! HEELLOOO! get your paws off him! i hate this. there's so many fucking girls swooning over him! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;GRR.&lt;/span&gt; i hate competition! im angry! However! the dear boy is apparently so damn clueless about the girls swooning over him that he's happily playing along! and he's not a flirt! NOO! although it might look as if. but NOOO! he's definately not! he's a nice and very sincere guy. sweet. and i hate competition! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, im done with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/span&gt; part. time for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNHAPPY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOWN-HEARTENED&lt;/span&gt; part. since this Direct JC admission excercise started. it has made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEPRESSED&lt;/span&gt;! yes. my dream JC is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SAJC&lt;/span&gt;. and guess what? i got to get an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 pointer&lt;/span&gt; to get into the arts stream! just the arts stream is 11 points! fuck! and i dont even like the subjects offered in the arts stream! i want the science stream! but guess whats the science stream?! a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9 pointer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck! &lt;/span&gt;this is so down-troddening! argh. fuck it! this is fucking frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're everyone i see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me, do you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111570891623239272?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111570891623239272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111570891623239272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111570891623239272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111570891623239272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111570891623239272' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111562356966805887</id><published>2005-05-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:26:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got 3 hours left to get my ass down to study. yes. technically i havent done much intensive studying for the mid years. especially when ive sat for half my papers already. currently left with maths and science. sat for e.maths paper1 today. pretty alright. tricky. but i hope ill do well!! its the only subject im aiming for an A1! pleasepleasepleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my computer is slowing down on me! fuck it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alright its fine now.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling lethargic and lazy the past few days. :p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (apologies to megs for not accompanying you to study just now, my bed just looked too tempting. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe someday i bring myself back to the expo to study.&lt;br /&gt;but in the mean time. im happy with my comfy home. =)&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. ive successfully wasted 30 mins idling around. im left with 2 1/2 hours of studying.&lt;br /&gt;okies. time to get my ass down to chem and physics tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111562356966805887?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111562356966805887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111562356966805887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111562356966805887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111562356966805887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111562356966805887' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111520578317020008</id><published>2005-05-04T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:23:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D HELLO! hees. havent updated in ages! ok well maybe just a few weeks? anyway the mid-years are here. chinese Os are in less than 3 weeks time. oh god. WHY DONT I FEEL AS THOUGH IM GONNA SIT FOR AN IMPORTANT EXAM SOON?! im not even studying for my mid-years. seriously, i need someone to WAKE ME UP! SOON! cuz id definately screw the chinese Os up if i dont start bucking up now. hehs. seems like im lecturing myself. yeah. its easier for me to do this. cuz ive got no discipline at all to get my ass down to ACTUALLY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. apart from studies and school work. i watched this gay show yesterday. dont get the wrong idea. nothing obscene. its about this guy who's married for 25 yrs and 2 kids and he's 50 yrs old. and suddenly he decides to tell his wife that he has been gay all his life. HEHS. sound freaking stupid right. but its quite a sad story i guess.[its too long of a story to type it all down, but in the end the guy had a sex change.] i mean. i dont exactly oppose gays. to me i feel that there are 2 types of 'gays' the first type is the attention seeking gay. yes thats whats usually happening in most girl schools now. girls thinking that its cool to like girls just to receive attention and popularity. but in actual fact its just plain STUPIDITY. the second type are, okay. the genuine ones. the ones who are actually GAY. i respect gays.[as long as their genuine] their still human. they still have feelings. their not criminals out to harm anyone or anything. their probably just born the wrong way? so whats to wrong with them? why should they be shunned out of society? i know for a fact that my own religion is definately against homosexualism. and yeah. they've got good reasons for it. god made you a boy/girl for a reason. live with it. he gave you a life as a BOY/GIRL. be grateful and dont change it just to suit yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's many ways of looking at it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111520578317020008?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111520578317020008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111520578317020008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111520578317020008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111520578317020008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520578317020008' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111355683449508117</id><published>2005-04-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T17:20:34.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://mpsbimbos-himbo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Updated here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111355683449508117?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111355683449508117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111355683449508117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111355683449508117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111355683449508117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355683449508117' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111355457661586292</id><published>2005-04-15T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:42:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAC MODERN DANCE GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS FOR SYF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;here, fyi. love love my dearest lup cheong! *huggy poo*! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sac modern dance rocks! whee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111355457661586292?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111355457661586292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111355457661586292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111355457661586292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111355457661586292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355457661586292' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111209249341216667</id><published>2005-03-29T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:34:53.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Crazy Lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ever since the day you went away and left me lonely and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My life just hasn't been the same ohh baby, nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I looked into your eyes the moment that I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I just broke down (down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby if I ever get the chance to be with you again I would sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuz the feeling that I feel within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No other man would ever make me feel so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its nice to smile when I get your phone call at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But I'd rather have you here with me, right next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss the way you hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta let you know I feel so weak without your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta let you know I think that we are destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For you I'd cross the world, for you I'd do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thats right baby I'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to be your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been thinking lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you and me, yes we can make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just ride with me, roll with me I'm in love with you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break it down now I'll tell you what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the moment that I met you its been so damn real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart seems to skip another beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every time we speak, I can't believe I feel so weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me that you really need me and you want me and you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you love me I'm your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be around waiting for you I'll put it down be the woman for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm falling so deep for you crazy over for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I`m calling, calling out to you what am I going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's true and no fronting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its you and no other i can no longer go on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll just break down (down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linette. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111209249341216667?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111209249341216667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111209249341216667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111209249341216667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111209249341216667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111209249341216667' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111165836109717559</id><published>2005-03-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:29:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HELLLLOO!! im back to update about my ever so wonderful life! HAHA. actually i cant think of anything to update abt. hahaha. supposed to be at church now. but im not there cause? well, i didnt know my family was going for the 5pm mass. if not i would have gone to church with mel. oh wells. been mostly studying the past few days. partly because i was forced to. but mostly because im a REALLY good girl. haha. yups. alright. gonna end off here. to be continued at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;other blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want to be the one to chase you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But at the same time your the hart that I call home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111165836109717559?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111165836109717559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111165836109717559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111165836109717559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111165836109717559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111165836109717559' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-111078792175019397</id><published>2005-03-14T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:12:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I cant live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Can't breathe without you I dream about you honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tell me that its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Because the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It wont be right if were not in it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Tell me that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And ill be the first to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't want to be the last to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't want to be the one to chase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But at the same time your the hart that I call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And the more I try to feel the less I'm whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-111078792175019397?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/111078792175019397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=111078792175019397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111078792175019397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/111078792175019397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111078792175019397' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110958561108215701</id><published>2005-02-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:13:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://mpsbimbos-himbo.blogspot.com"&gt;The MPS bloggie&lt;/a&gt; is up! yeps. the pictures are not up YET but we'll add it on soon. Updated there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110958561108215701?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110958561108215701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110958561108215701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110958561108215701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110958561108215701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110958561108215701' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110932232645261571</id><published>2005-02-25T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:05:26.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>schools has been pretty good and normal. haha. except for the fact that me and lou have been fighting over a boy. who i saw first! but NOOOOO... loulin still thinks she so cool!! haha. just joking. ive gotten over the taufik craze! its on to greater sights! hees. my new love is keanu reeves now. you should go catch Constantine. its really a great show. funny and it keeps you in suspense too. haha. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the O level results are coming out soon. 2 days time. i feel scared for the past yr sec4s. cause in 365 days time. i would be in their position. and i would definately freak out. for the past few days the teachers have become abit psycho. getting all lecture-ry on us. and its beginning to sink into my head that im actually really take my Os this yr. in 7 months time. oh god. its coming to half a year left. and im still so on cloud 9 dancing! hahahaha! especially when my aim is to JC. visited nanyang poly afew days back. and it just decided for me that im so going to JC! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty exciting and boring at the same time. firstly, confirmation is coming!! i havent decided on what my confirmation name would be. and what i would wear! okay. i actually got smt to wear in mind. but what if i cant find it in time! ill go in white cloth then. HAHAH! this is sucha exciting year!! HEE. oh wells. i shall begin my search for my outfit soon!! yupps. cannosian saints day(tuesday) and our school's carnival(someday) is coming up! weeEE. means 2 less days of school! heehee. btw, anyone wanna buy my school's tickets? haha. i havent sold any yet. not even to myself. hahahahaha! okies then. toodles! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the word equation loulin should accept!!: ******* + Linette =  -Loulin&lt;br /&gt;oh and mps has a new blog. construction in progress!! haha! ill get back about the website!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;updated in the other blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110932232645261571?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110932232645261571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110932232645261571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110932232645261571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110932232645261571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110932232645261571' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110830592059043091</id><published>2005-02-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:45:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The joys:&lt;/span&gt; i learnt how to play mahjong! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger:&lt;/span&gt; someone pisses me off, cause shes a REAL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lighter note:&lt;/span&gt; Im tired. REEEALLY tired. i need loads of sleep and less of school. and less of someone pissing the shit out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110830592059043091?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110830592059043091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110830592059043091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110830592059043091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110830592059043091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830592059043091' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110735378150180967</id><published>2005-02-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:18:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Here's the thing we started off friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was cool but it was all pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You dedicated you took the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wasn't long till I called you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And all you'd ever hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Is how I pictured me with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That's all you'd ever hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im so movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How can I put it? you put me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I even fell for that stupid love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How come I never hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I guess you never felt that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im so movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I get what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You had your chance you blew it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Shut your mouth I just can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Again and again and again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im so movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks to you (thanks to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I get what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Im so movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanks to you (thanks to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now I get (I get)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You should know (you should know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That I get I get what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110735378150180967?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110735378150180967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110735378150180967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110735378150180967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110735378150180967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110735378150180967' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110674273616560916</id><published>2005-01-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:34:20.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my last proper update was pretty long ago? haha. but actually nothing much has happened. hahaha. hmm. school has a 3 day camp. and today was the first day. and my comment on it is? its totally a waste of time and money. wat i did for the whole of today during the study programme was eat, sms, talk, bitch, scribble on the handouts and take loads of pics on nic's cam. hahahaha. seriously thats wat we did frm 730 to 6. hahahaha. oh wells. its a good break at least. 3 days of doing wat i did today and no hwk or lessons. wonderful. Hehe. yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming events? chinese new year!! and valentines day. hahahaha. looking fwd to CNY man. thats when my pocket becomes fatter along with my waist! hahahaha! yupyup. planning visits and exciting mahjong sessions at tiffys place!! :)) yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home today. was just thinking abt my past relationships. just random thoughts and i realised that actually i wasnt really in love. okay, maybe with the exception of one. but i ended up getting crushed in the end. i was at the losing end, for falling in love. so i began to wonder is all that really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth it? &lt;/span&gt;i mean when you get together with someone. and declare your 'love' to that person. when its actually just infactuation or in some cases &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just part of a game&lt;/span&gt;, wont you be lying straight to that person's face? and both of you wld probably be together for lyk afew months or even weeks and aft that. everything is history. you become enemies and spoil a totally perfect friendship. plus you wld bring out the worst in each other. so did you just waste your bloody time on that person? coming out of the relationship with nothing but losing. with the exception of afew pple i know who have been together &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever since&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes i begin to wonder. when will the perfect guy for me come along, before i lose all hope. oh wells. as for now. ill stick to loving taufik batisah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110674273616560916?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110674273616560916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110674273616560916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110674273616560916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110674273616560916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674273616560916' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110623579245352781</id><published>2005-01-20T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:43:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;See who gets the last laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA-HA-HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110623579245352781?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110623579245352781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110623579245352781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110623579245352781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110623579245352781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623579245352781' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110614270379599925</id><published>2005-01-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:52:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It wasnt supposed to end up this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wasnt supposed to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was at the losing end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And it wont happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause i wont let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110614270379599925?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110614270379599925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110614270379599925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110614270379599925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110614270379599925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110614270379599925' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110508840977137126</id><published>2005-01-07T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:22:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the christmas mood is gone. new years day is over. no more celebrations. and its back to me and my books. haha. somehow, it doesnt feel as if this is my last year. and that my Os are just less then a year away. i still feel as though im able to fool arnd and relax all the way till final year when i struggle to score just enough to pull me up to the next level. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the first week of school has just ended. ive concluded that i rather reatain last year! the combinations for sec 3/5 this year is so much better! plus i just dont feel like studying. and for this whole week ive been paying attention in class okay. at least i try to. although sometimes i end up staring into space. haha! but im trying! REEEEEALLLLLY hard. i just need more SLEEP. argh. oh wells, guess i just have to face it. my Os is THIS YEAR. might as well make it good. and get what i aim for! :D my goal is set on SAJC. Hehe. and dont dishearten me! i can make it! i know i can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is also my final year at SAC too. yeah. been in this school for 10 years already. spent more than half my life there. practically grew up there man. hai. i would definately miss this school. but not the dumb disciplinary rules it sets/RTC/RTP. haha. yep. OH! and PLUSPLUSPLUS!! ill miss my darling friends!! omg. ill miss all of you to teeny tiny weeny bits!!! :)))) Hehe. okies. yep. gonna go off to do megan's cards now!! yes megan! cant believe im so nice to you! hahaha. those bloody cardboards are so hard to cut! haha. but its okay. ill do it since my best friend's birthday is coming soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com"&gt;UPDATED HERE TOO. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110508840977137126?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110508840977137126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110508840977137126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110508840977137126' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110439466018494688</id><published>2004-12-30T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:17:40.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i didnt do history last night. heh. was on the phone. im so screwed. along with many others too. haha. most pple havent even started or cant even find their damn hwk man. argh. it doesnt feel lyk school is starting next week. plus it also doesnt feel lyk im gonna be sec 4, the O levels year in 3 days time. sigh. guess im not disciplined enough. oh well, i guess ill try to do my hwk later. after i play worms 3D!! hahaha. its a damn fun game man. smt lyk gunbound but cuter!! :)) yups. OH!! and the taufik CD is sold out at tampines!! omgomgomgomg. nvm. i just hope that HMV wld have it. i really have to get it!!! argh. okayokay. think ill end off now. worms 3D here i come!!! Heehee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110439466018494688?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110439466018494688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110439466018494688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110439466018494688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110439466018494688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110439466018494688' title=''/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9358456.post-110422668696077758</id><published>2004-12-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:04:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is not good. hee.</title><content type='html'>Decided to change the template.&lt;br /&gt;Found a nicer one! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://im-the-saint.blogspot.com/"&gt;The other blog (TAUFIK template!)&lt;/a&gt; is still working though.&lt;br /&gt;But its for other purposes.&lt;br /&gt;Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ive been spending A WHOLE LOAD of time editing both templates man.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, and i havent finished my hwk yet!!&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! i only did 1/5 of it. school starts in 4 days and im still procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i even had time to play PS2 with my bro till 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. im just waiting for megan to come back so that i can do maths. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(excuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yep. shes coming back tonight! lucky bitch. go hongkong and shop. Im jealous man.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. okies. anyway, I PROMISE ILL FINISH HISTORY TONIGHT. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9358456-110422668696077758?l=myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/feeds/110422668696077758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9358456&amp;postID=110422668696077758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110422668696077758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9358456/posts/default/110422668696077758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myaphrodisiac.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110422668696077758' title='Procrastination is not good. hee.'/><author><name>she blogged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
