<?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-19093092</id><updated>2011-12-31T18:27:53.516+08:00</updated><category term='please.'/><category term='I really enjoyed myself. Awesome.'/><category term='Jealousy rushed hot through my veins. I became notoriously moody.'/><category term='Get it right. beyotch.'/><category term='To create the excitement lacking in her own little life.'/><category term='My thoughts were far from pure.'/><category term='He&apos; s my man.'/><category term='Class up those holidays'/><category term='Okay'/><category term='Get into the right mood'/><category term='I am in need of a camera desperately. Which should i purchase?'/><category term='Hot thoughts about boyfriend crept into my sick little brain.'/><category term='Every atom of me missed Boyfriend.'/><category term='I did a facial mask'/><category term='When will i get my naval pierced? I want it bad enough.'/><category term='I noticed things in him that I didn&apos;t notice about other guys who didn&apos;t interest me'/><category term='smokes and liquor.'/><category term='I think im cranking up.'/><category term='I was right.'/><category term='I dont have ample time for revision'/><category term='Boyfriend loves my red-hot-tanned skin.'/><category term='We were like spiderman. Spiderwomen instead.'/><category term='skinny-dipping anyone?'/><category term='oh-so not satisfiying results.'/><category term='spankyyy. Those were the gooddamn days.'/><category term='Every atom of me missed him.'/><category term='So much of being cranked up everytime I know I&apos;d get to meet him.'/><category term='I didnt think you&apos;d care. Apparently'/><category term='I need my lover right at this very moment.'/><category term='This is why I&apos;m hot'/><category term='Sentosa with Class5a2?'/><category term='Men exist because a vibrator can&apos;t change a flat tire. On second thought I should just buy a AAA card..'/><category term='there were many hot beach chics today. Damn.'/><category term='Strange enough we have heads turning twice everywhere around us'/><category term='We&apos;d be tangled together'/><category term='Friggin&apos; Sexy Seventeen I&apos;ve turned.'/><category term='New found jealousy.'/><category term='The little book of naughty moves'/><category term='I know you love my randomness.'/><category term='No way to elude the bitterness of blame'/><category term='Rock Star'/><category term='And again'/><category term='Miniture Vodka Absolut'/><category term='His clothes reeked vomits'/><category term='Because it seemed too overwhelming.'/><category term='its feels so good'/><category term='I love snogging you'/><category term='Friday I&apos;m in love. Shopping spree baby'/><category term='Would it be hilarious if i were to become a punkrock chic?'/><category term='My thoughts were far from pure'/><category term='girl.'/><category term='Boyfriend and I had a awesome time.'/><category term='My heart did a little dance.'/><category term='Is stress the cause of zit break-outs? Damn.'/><category term='Im down with a very terrible flu since yesterday'/><category term='So which?'/><category term='Guess what&apos;s a rubber johnny.?'/><category term='Its about studying hard with a tinge or play hard in it.'/><category term='The way her lips puckered up.'/><category term='I am offically seventeen. Yeah baby yeah.'/><category term='987fm Muttons rocked core.'/><category term='I want your lips'/><category term='Takuya Kimura is the sex.'/><category term='bad enough.'/><category term='Patpat  Zubbie  Boyfriend and I'/><category term='I dearly missed you too'/><category term='Something is bothering me just a mircobit.'/><category term='Saturday night went kind of a fluke'/><category term='Ive to get it right.Its not about datings nor dressingup'/><category term='Boyfriend and I had a really hot time.'/><category term='Its summer. Its hot. Its time to Hook up.'/><category term='I guess it norm for people to keep admiring us from afar.'/><category term='I need a solid dose of motivation'/><title type='text'>Wickedhottie</title><subtitle type='html'>Routined nights of wild imaginations filled blanks to each significant post.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1427235515574456654</id><published>2008-06-01T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:38:48.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there, this would be my last post after such a long hiatus. I've switched to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-justscreamed.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://I-justscreamed.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. So please relink me, I would thanked you a lot for it. Nevertheless, this blog will not be deleted as there are so many memoirs posted since the first day I started using blogspot. I am so going to miss my blogspot, but what the hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you around at my livejournal, do leave a comment there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1427235515574456654?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1427235515574456654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1427235515574456654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1427235515574456654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1427235515574456654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-there-this-would-be-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6063266233547741281</id><published>2008-03-22T00:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:41:19.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes of you, make me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Such a week it has been. I went to campus for enrollment and purchased a compact laptop on Monday. Zoo outing with Fiqqiesan, Yy ad Ronn was wild and super enjoyable and, we're planning for more of such dates. (pictures will upload soon, until Boh yy send them to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Tennis session was such a drag dued to the inconstant drizzles of the rain but we managed to learn a thing or two from Gareth Zubbie and I had quite a laugh throughout the whole process. Fun was just about to kick in until Zubie had to leave for home. Anyhow, we are arranging for more tennis sesssion real soon again with more mates this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just pierce my eyebrow with fiqqiesan from a friend's help. I'm thinking of re-piering my naval too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures taken at Work :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189062682690162354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANBBF77jrI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fLIUq21kGVE/s200/Ehk+wat+the+hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANBBl77jtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3YK1nCnGluQ/s1600-h/Kadir%2Bjojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189062691280096978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANBBl77jtI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3YK1nCnGluQ/s200/Kadir%2Bjojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANANV77jkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cgjHevYPwKw/s1600-h/CaNdiD017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061793631931970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANANV77jkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/cgjHevYPwKw/s200/CaNdiD017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANANl77jlI/AAAAAAAAAug/DJx5FpS2-yk/s1600-h/CaNdiD018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061797926899282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANANl77jlI/AAAAAAAAAug/DJx5FpS2-yk/s200/CaNdiD018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061273940889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM_vF77jjI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oEvnFvldolI/s200/CaNdiD014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAN177jmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/M6stxcA8tUo/s1600-h/CaNdiD019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061802221866594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAN177jmI/AAAAAAAAAuo/M6stxcA8tUo/s200/CaNdiD019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAN177jnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JKbpN8Hb5ag/s1600-h/CaNdiD024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061802221866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAN177jnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JKbpN8Hb5ag/s200/CaNdiD024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAOF77joI/AAAAAAAAAu4/yTbbjlIQcR0/s1600-h/CaNdiD025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061806516833922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANAOF77joI/AAAAAAAAAu4/yTbbjlIQcR0/s200/CaNdiD025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM_tl77jfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/cnFktK4xjd0/s1600-h/170320081387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189061248171085298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM_u177jiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bLn8B88KTZ0/s200/260320081422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189060178724228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-vV77jaI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dE-Qrktgrnw/s200/170320081361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189060183019195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-vl77jbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GSuhZGu1NQQ/s200/170320081362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-wF77jcI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5bSwVkppe5A/s1600-h/170320081363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189060191609130434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-wF77jcI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5bSwVkppe5A/s200/170320081363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-wV77jdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eerELc4jPR4/s1600-h/170320081371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189060195904097746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-wV77jdI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eerELc4jPR4/s200/170320081371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-xF77jeI/AAAAAAAAAto/p_tgwlbyDow/s1600-h/170320081372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189060208788999650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SAM-xF77jeI/AAAAAAAAAto/p_tgwlbyDow/s200/170320081372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqqiesan. 'San' at the end of the name means the respect I hold to him, not only as my boyfriend but a best friend, someone whom I really love and look up to every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said that I hope I'm of much signifiance to you like how you are to me. You should know why I'm spilling out this. It's bothering me a tad too much. After what you've done, you seriously hurt me. Physically and mentally. Visibilty of the aftermath of anger thrown at me could be seen on certain areas. Your sudden outburst of nothing that I've done to you seemed wrong, so wrong. Our relationship is really on the rocks now. Irritatness is part of the caused. One-sided thought is also another part of the caused. Nonetheless, I still love you much. Perhaps I haven't shown you enough and maybe you should do something too. We need more time to figure this out together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19093092-6063266233547741281?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6063266233547741281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6063266233547741281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6063266233547741281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6063266233547741281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-makes-of-you-make-me.html' title='What makes of you, make me.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/SANBBF77jrI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fLIUq21kGVE/s72-c/Ehk+wat+the+hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5127718396217615805</id><published>2008-03-06T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:20:03.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Movies watched these days were Meet the Spartians, 10000BC, Fool's Gold, Ps I love you and then some. They were all pretty good I'd say. My off- days have been such a drag, pretty much worthless I reckon. Boyfriend's utterly sick - his temperature is rising to almost 39 degree celsius since yesterday morning. All plans are much less ruined. Anyhow he has me to nurse him, he should  recover fast. Pray that he gets well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm meeting Zubbie to get our tresses makeover at some neighborhood salon later. Hope it turns out great and suitable for us. Til then, make love not war. Ok, whatever I've pictures to share again. Stay tuned next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures from the recent days -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174469612269037090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89osmRZZiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/tHvPEqY2gKc/s200/26-02-08_1627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89osmRZZjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Rafx7fLjTXg/s1600-h/26-02-08_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174469612269037106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89osmRZZjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Rafx7fLjTXg/s200/26-02-08_1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89odWRZZgI/AAAAAAAAAso/TqxsmTq_L0o/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174469350276032002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89odWRZZgI/AAAAAAAAAso/TqxsmTq_L0o/s200/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89odmRZZhI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jCSSJxIwJ9k/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174469354570999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89odmRZZhI/AAAAAAAAAsw/jCSSJxIwJ9k/s200/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89np2RZZbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iW8Om1YLUa4/s1600-h/CaNdiD008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468465512768946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89np2RZZbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iW8Om1YLUa4/s200/CaNdiD008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nqWRZZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ZT9Thhw1EO8/s1600-h/CaNdiD010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468474102703554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nqWRZZcI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ZT9Thhw1EO8/s200/CaNdiD010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nq2RZZdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/znf3zyEys_k/s1600-h/DSC01848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468482692638162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nq2RZZdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/znf3zyEys_k/s200/DSC01848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nrWRZZeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6FxTOUGLT38/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468491282572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nrWRZZeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6FxTOUGLT38/s200/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nrmRZZfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vGSklPRrXqA/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468495577540082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89nrmRZZfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/vGSklPRrXqA/s200/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mu2RZZWI/AAAAAAAAArY/pGcgOwHlvSc/s1600-h/CaNdiD000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174467451900487010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mu2RZZWI/AAAAAAAAArY/pGcgOwHlvSc/s200/CaNdiD000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mvWRZZXI/AAAAAAAAArg/jKetLI0wk48/s1600-h/CaNdiD001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174467460490421618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mvWRZZXI/AAAAAAAAArg/jKetLI0wk48/s200/CaNdiD001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mvmRZZYI/AAAAAAAAAro/8IstlzXLeu0/s1600-h/CaNdiD003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174467464785388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mvmRZZYI/AAAAAAAAAro/8IstlzXLeu0/s200/CaNdiD003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mv2RZZZI/AAAAAAAAArw/OYmSfEs53vg/s1600-h/CaNdiD006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174467469080356242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mv2RZZZI/AAAAAAAAArw/OYmSfEs53vg/s200/CaNdiD006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mwGRZZaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yDGsVYAknVg/s1600-h/CaNdiD007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174467473375323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89mwGRZZaI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yDGsVYAknVg/s200/CaNdiD007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19093092-5127718396217615805?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5127718396217615805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5127718396217615805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5127718396217615805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5127718396217615805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies-watched-these-days-were-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R89osmRZZiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/tHvPEqY2gKc/s72-c/26-02-08_1627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1722086389923076179</id><published>2008-02-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:24:03.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recent pictures to share with y'all. It's been pretty long since I last updated my blog with photos. So here they are! Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joy's Farewell -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165753161089467202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxIXQWw0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/LA2ve-2SfiM/s200/1_407978090l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747727955837586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsMHQWwpI/AAAAAAAAAmw/LbjTVUhCqns/s200/1_407978090l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165755626400695442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BzX3QWxJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/EkmvkSZy8nQ/s200/n877350507_2174484_5026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165755630695662754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BzYHQWxKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/PN_4E3GC6ow/s200/n877350507_2174483_4760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165755630695662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BzYHQWxLI/AAAAAAAAArA/IC9rtiE7ELQ/s200/n877350507_2174453_6909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165753831104365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxvXQWw5I/AAAAAAAAAow/wd_TwIoyP7I/s200/n877350507_2174444_4659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747736545772226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsMnQWwsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8WurtkesHSI/s200/n877350507_2174452_6660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747972768973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsaXQWwtI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vCM9R1L7hHA/s200/n877350507_2174477_3083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747732250804898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsMXQWwqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/--V3BSEx5r0/s200/1_544165814l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747723660870274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsL3QWwoI/AAAAAAAAAmo/11n0pDkq-dk/s200/1_320712492l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747977063940834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsanQWwuI/AAAAAAAAAnY/SUDTG6Aamk4/s200/n877350507_2174467_406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165755634990630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BzYXQWxMI/AAAAAAAAArI/muioB0Y20xc/s200/n877350507_2174449_5919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fafa's 22nd Birthday at EnLounge -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByinQWxII/AAAAAAAAAqo/G4MXo-jTRGg/s1600-h/n877350507_2265458_9500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754711572661378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByinQWxII/AAAAAAAAAqo/G4MXo-jTRGg/s200/n877350507_2265458_9500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754505414231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByWnQWxDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/kFih-Zf9kA4/s200/n877350507_2250729_473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754509709198402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByW3QWxEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/TLIr8BAQpkk/s200/n877350507_2265454_7976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754518299133010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByXXQWxFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CIiIk5XRUBI/s200/n877350507_2265455_8487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754522594100322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByXnQWxGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yFEOTDFr_NE/s200/n877350507_2265456_8811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754522594100338" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByGnQWxBI/AAAAAAAAApw/-AsbPS50prk/s200/n877350507_2250726_9200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165754234831291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7ByG3QWxCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/WBE7f5Gmxzc/s200/n877350507_2250728_82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165753831104365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxvXQWw6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/WTajgQQv5xU/s200/n877350507_2250703_141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165753835399332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxvnQWw7I/AAAAAAAAApA/6fgAA-axDsU/s200/n877350507_2250704_508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165753835399332802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxJnQWw3I/AAAAAAAAAog/xBnP3f7gSkY/s200/n877350507_2250691_4978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165757773884343506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7B1U3QWxNI/AAAAAAAAArQ/8lhya09yiWg/s200/n877350507_2250690_4589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Date with Fiqqiesan, Joy, Jordan and Zubbie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsMnQWwrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IJV9X1LWs-c/s1600-h/1_623027981l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747736545772210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BsMnQWwrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IJV9X1LWs-c/s200/1_623027981l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745769450750562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BqaHQWwmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QZug0fvZUjM/s200/1_619668876l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745773745717874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BqaXQWwnI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GQhWAWvPeWY/s200/1_883211889l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19093092-1722086389923076179?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1722086389923076179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1722086389923076179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1722086389923076179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1722086389923076179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/02/recent-pictures-to-share-with-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R7BxIXQWw0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/LA2ve-2SfiM/s72-c/1_407978090l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8353979700028649215</id><published>2008-02-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:24:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I so want to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year! May y'all have a blissful time in the year of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2008. I am so ecstatic upon receiving $825 worth of red packets this year and the very first time getting quite a lum sum. However, half will be banked in and the other half is for any expenses bearing the next few months or so. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's past 12am and now it's the 11th of February. another wish to make for a very special someone whom has been with me for over 4years and 3 months now and counting- Happy Anniversary, Fiqqiesan. You're the best I ever had.. I love you much, boyfriend. We're looking forward to this Valentine's day to celebrate the best of us, hopefully. I know he'll make promises come true this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things have been going really well and life's of so much to live the best out of it. That aspect of mine changed over the years gone by. Turning 18 seemed like it took forever and til it kick right in my ass, it'll be a high velocity rush to madness! Hell yeah.&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/19093092-8353979700028649215?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8353979700028649215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8353979700028649215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8353979700028649215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8353979700028649215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-so-want-to-wish-everyone-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3822540551555135270</id><published>2008-01-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:39:01.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated new year, 2008 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year end 2007 was a blast, yes, indeed. Drinking became near-to-daily consumption the first week of January and taxis were of a norm transportation. A high price to pay, definitely. It felt wrong somehow but whatever, I'm 18 this 2008 and I'm feeling the vibe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I'm a workaholic. Life's hectic. I've yet to get my tresses done, yet to have some retail therapy session. Yet to get myself into shape, yet to find time for meet-ups or chill-outs. All the yet-to(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiqqiesan and I haven't been spending quality time together since we both started working either. I miss him so much and as time passed, our 4th year and 2 months anniversary is on this upcoming Friday. It'll be something I'd wanted to... since our 4th annniversary. I love you much, fi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I've made a best friend at work and, she's Joy. We love one another much too, and she never fails to entertain me at work when it turns dull. Friends cum colleagues I've made in Gap, they're so awesome. I wished I'd detailed them out but damn, I am lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My supervisor, Gad, treated 2 bottles of absolut Vodka as promised on Cheng yin's 21st birthday at Swissotel's suite. I'll show some photos taken by camera and the polariods shall wait till I receive them.  Team of Half;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521331981320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8WM8lAjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OPkT9xtRzfs/s200/IMG_5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521379225961026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8Y88lAkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/AiDPZVGlPds/s200/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521392110862930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8Zs8lAlI/AAAAAAAAAmA/G-gyeXJgn1k/s200/IMG_5563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521396405830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8Z88lAmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/lNMhPis9BXM/s200/IMG_5564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153521400700797554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8aM8lAnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UnAHmaTHIxQ/s200/IMG_54211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3822540551555135270?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3822540551555135270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3822540551555135270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3822540551555135270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3822540551555135270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-belated-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy belated new year, 2008 !'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/R4T8WM8lAjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OPkT9xtRzfs/s72-c/IMG_5421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-750802716240774542</id><published>2007-12-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:40:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm holding on your rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then you go and cut me down, but wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's nothin new - yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I loved you with a fire red-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I'm afraid... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/19093092-750802716240774542?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/750802716240774542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=750802716240774542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/750802716240774542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/750802716240774542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/12/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7459232731567605223</id><published>2007-12-01T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:12:06.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip snip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised that my tresses are ridiculously long so I snip an inch or two off. Which, actually does not make much of a difference. I am unable to afford a proper haircut at the salon and, that shows how poor I am, of late. My fringe is much shorter now and could probably act as bangs but no, it's side swept. Whatsoever. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My colleagues had commented on my tresses, nice comments infact. I thought my tresses' pretty much sucked, like it is so messy and then some. I've never groomed them well eversince. Hell, people think it rocks. I thought of highlighting them but I'm not so cool about that idea. I thought of perming however, it's too common. I thought of rebonding but hell, it'll look too fucking flat and straight. So what's left? I have yet come to a final decision. I need some suggestions or whatever. If you're real nice, leave a comment in my tagboard. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enough, enough of my tresses for now. I am doing fine, feeling well and pretty much hyped up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am kicking back to work tomorrow. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's it. Stay around for more, til next time.&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/19093092-7459232731567605223?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7459232731567605223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7459232731567605223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7459232731567605223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7459232731567605223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/12/snip.html' title='Snip snip'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1429695685603548293</id><published>2007-11-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:09:42.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was down with a flu and sore throat yesterday in the midst of work. I was infected with a fever earlier in the wee hours and could not attend work. I missed a day's pay, damn. I just visited my family doctor and had two days of mc. I reckon I'll be fine tomorrow and I'll be back to work. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Previously on Tuesday, I went to Posb to get my debit card done and I'll be so loving it- as soon as my pay comes. As time to come, I think I will want to work full shifts more often in a week, so as I'll be able to earn much more. The decision leads to more cash but less time for everything else and I forsee a very exhausted self. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I missed my mates. I missed hanging out with friends. Zubbie and I scheduled the same off-day so that we'll be able to hangout together next Friday. Fiqqiesan has been with me all these while, by my side even today when I'm awfully sick. Though we seemed to spend much time together, I want the time spent to be more meaningful. I mean I feel that we could do so much more better when we are together. Nonetheless, I do love him much with the capacity of my heart could fill. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've opened up with my colleagues after a week or so working together. Yeah, it's kind of a slow progress. I'm really shy and I'd blushed whenever I talked to them. It's all cool now and they're great people to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1429695685603548293?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1429695685603548293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1429695685603548293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1429695685603548293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1429695685603548293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5369553631508440327</id><published>2007-11-26T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:45:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At world's end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simply put it, there's so much things that has yet to be done and some in the process of. I want to do so much but, I can only do that much. Please do not try to further understand the following sentences because they mean of nothing to any of you but so much to me.&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/19093092-5369553631508440327?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5369553631508440327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5369553631508440327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5369553631508440327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5369553631508440327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-worlds-end.html' title='At world&apos;s end'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3035593417325014424</id><published>2007-11-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:43:14.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Takuya Kimura is the sex.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3035593417325014424?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3035593417325014424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3035593417325014424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3035593417325014424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3035593417325014424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6919003080495830417</id><published>2007-11-12T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:58:53.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class up those holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much of everything, life's definitely filled with more enthusiastism than before- the major examinations state. On the other hand, I miss those study sessions with the mates. They are hell fun to be with. Principle of Accounts, the last paper this Tuesday and Olevels' done for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was our 4th Anniversary and it was overwhelming. Beyotch taught me how to drive, which I thought my coordinations pretty much sucked. Oh well, it was some minutes to madness of adrenaline rush. Whatsoever, I'll be enrolling myself to a driving course and hopefully get a car license next year. Soon I'll see myself in a Volks/Cooper convertible. Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We met up with zubbie and went to Newurbanmale to interview for Mooks Clothing, later that evening. Then walked from Town to Arab St, shisha-ed. Rosdi came along after work. We rocked, basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anticipation towards Naval and Eyebrow piercing . All the way!&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/19093092-6919003080495830417?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6919003080495830417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6919003080495830417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6919003080495830417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6919003080495830417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-of-everything-lifes-definitely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8380131693145524621</id><published>2007-11-03T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:03:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So much of stress, it's almost time to distress. Damn I like that. Papers are coming to an end, hopefully hardwork pays off big time. Job-hunting, Tresses-makeover session with the girls, Retail therapy, Sun-bathe and then some. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave him a chance and will be the last after some incident befell on us, a week before or so. Things have been going really well now. Finally, a few days off the many hectic Olevels' schedule, before the commence of Social Studies which I usually hate but surprisingly score, always. Whatever we're going to town later in the evening. Some retail therapy and chill-out sessions it will be. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4th Anniverary is near the corner and it's been a long journey for us. Well, I am definitely hoping to have a awesome time with beyotch on that particular day. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters&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/19093092-8380131693145524621?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8380131693145524621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8380131693145524621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8380131693145524621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8380131693145524621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-of-stress-its-almost-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-63613145743141775</id><published>2007-10-14T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:50:10.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn, I am back. I missed blogging much. The many days when I am on hiatus, life's been pretty hype up. Birthday celebration of Edward's, definitely a memoir - Details in Ed's blog. Yeah, I've been swimming with Beyotch lately at the Pool and I've became very much tanned. Study sessions aren't a constant routine anymore. I am so distracted by upcoming plans and then some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My memory's dead low, all I knew was that I had so much fun. Pretty much so, to catch up with and penned them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Commencing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 more days [18/10] - Science Practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11 more days [25/10] - Geography Written Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11/10 -Happy 3 years 11 months Anniversary, Beyotch. P.s Mini Bbq Session with Beyotch on our 4th year Anniversary. Yeah baby yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13/10-To all malay friends of mine - Selamat Hari Raya(!!), especially to Beyotch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be back.&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/19093092-63613145743141775?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/63613145743141775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=63613145743141775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/63613145743141775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/63613145743141775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3454574743321827859</id><published>2007-09-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:20:11.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beyotch and I had been burning pretty huge holes in our pockets lately. Retail therapy was way good. Preliminaries results are mostly gotten back and, the results' defined 'Retainable'. Both Beyotch and I had a really bad day today at Bpp. Some major bad luck it was. Subsequent encounters befell on us. Study session on Friday and earlier this evening was not even the slightest bit, effective. I am really losing it, the focus and whatsoever it is towards my studies but I have to. A month to the commence of OLevels. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drop it. Some pictures to share, taken on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113051996017518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU1s0S55kI/AAAAAAAAAks/fbGX4EU1ErI/s200/21-09-07_1514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052262305490562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU18US55oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/saZrrK20I5s/s200/21-09-07_2207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052262305490578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU18US55pI/AAAAAAAAAlU/QVMPSyOO6Mo/s200/21-09-07_2208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113051987427583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU1sUS55hI/AAAAAAAAAkU/o5niaQdwSww/s200/21-09-07_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052258010523234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU18ES55mI/AAAAAAAAAk8/b0bH-dFoyBs/s200/21-09-07_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113051987427583522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU1sUS55iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IMMJGIAddPs/s200/21-09-07_1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113052249420588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU17kS55lI/AAAAAAAAAk0/eD40DQ3BwVU/s200/21-09-07_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Carmen! (If you do visit my blog) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Edit] &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom has finally restored back Starhub Cable Tv, hell yeah. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3454574743321827859?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3454574743321827859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3454574743321827859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3454574743321827859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3454574743321827859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/beyotch-and-i-had-been-burning-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RvU1s0S55kI/AAAAAAAAAks/fbGX4EU1ErI/s72-c/21-09-07_1514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1052966885877405833</id><published>2007-09-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:11:40.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miniture Vodka Absolut'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday night and Saturday night was incredibly fun with Zubbie, Wanie and Beyotch respectively. Did a little session of retail therapy and more to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ru6Jyn3HhzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PPUFms53-c0/s1600-h/15-09-07_2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111174129898719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ru6Jyn3HhzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PPUFms53-c0/s200/15-09-07_2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ru6JzH3Hh0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/QpToMA-GnYc/s1600-h/15-09-07_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111174138488653634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ru6JzH3Hh0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/QpToMA-GnYc/s200/15-09-07_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1052966885877405833?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1052966885877405833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1052966885877405833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1052966885877405833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1052966885877405833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-night-and-saturday-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ru6Jyn3HhzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PPUFms53-c0/s72-c/15-09-07_2217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6489737086536106286</id><published>2007-09-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:52:01.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I know you love my randomness.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary, Boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 3 years 10months and, still counting. We're almost reaching to our 4th Anniversary, beyotch. I love you many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Preliminaries are coming to an end however, Olevels' approaching. To hell with examinations! All papers are tough- It's the Preliminaries for godsake, like it's meant to be tough and screwed-up. I'm just hoping for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Beyotch's back to serving-the-nation for this entire week and, we both misses one another so so much. I can't wait to spend the weekends with him. Finally, we're going out for some entertainment and leisure. Same goes for Zubbie and I this Friday to catch a movie and then some.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So.. I think it's almost time to change a new blogskin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Laters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6489737086536106286?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6489737086536106286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6489737086536106286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6489737086536106286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6489737086536106286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-anniversary-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3649070457655007052</id><published>2007-09-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:12:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLIDErF_KI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6w3rAvFzWSk/s1600-h/08-09-07_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107864882511215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLIDErF_KI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6w3rAvFzWSk/s200/08-09-07_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLIDErF_LI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OZvvZVy4nA4/s1600-h/08-09-07_2258.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107864882511215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLIDErF_LI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OZvvZVy4nA4/s200/08-09-07_2258.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, I had a really worthwhile study session with Ed. I finally understood that particularly chapter for Physics. Met up with Boyfriend and he accompanied me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it is a Hayabusa and Valkryie that my arse in on. Boyfriend took them for me. I failed to pull off the chill-out look for Valkryie but, nevermind. Both bikes are total hotness!&lt;/span&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/19093092-3649070457655007052?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3649070457655007052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3649070457655007052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3649070457655007052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3649070457655007052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/anyhow-i-had-really-worthwhile-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLIDErF_KI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6w3rAvFzWSk/s72-c/08-09-07_2257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-362793342590122184</id><published>2007-09-08T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:02:45.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twice, I've been sun-bathing with Ed and he refused to take pictures with me. Quite a number of pictures of me, myself and I. It was funny and fun. Again, I am reddish tanned and I love it. Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the sun-bathe session, we started off to Bpp for lunch and study session with L, Dan and Jy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107862571818810514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLF8krF_JI/AAAAAAAAAjk/QI-a3rJbXQk/s200/07-09-07_1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107517578570759250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGMLUrF_FI/AAAAAAAAAjE/s5O_GY6Sb5w/s200/07-09-07_1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107517582865726562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGMLkrF_GI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XX7GuSQv-B0/s200/07-09-07_1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107517582865726578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGMLkrF_HI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rBZSfBHxgRg/s200/07-09-07_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107517587160693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGML0rF_II/AAAAAAAAAjc/hcu_5B1PaCs/s200/07-09-07_1313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107516848426318834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGLg0rF-_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/04XMbhouU8s/s200/07-09-07_1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107516857016253442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGLhUrF_AI/AAAAAAAAAic/Ak1Hu2m0Y5c/s200/07-09-07_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107516857016253458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGLhUrF_BI/AAAAAAAAAik/rY1j31eAJvo/s200/07-09-07_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107516861311220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGLhkrF_CI/AAAAAAAAAis/gup9IiwgeRY/s200/07-09-07_1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107516861311220786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGLhkrF_DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xYTFvrNuTXc/s200/07-09-07_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters Jackasses!&lt;/span&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/19093092-362793342590122184?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/362793342590122184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=362793342590122184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/362793342590122184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/362793342590122184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/twice-ive-been-sun-bathing-with-ed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuLF8krF_JI/AAAAAAAAAjk/QI-a3rJbXQk/s72-c/07-09-07_1212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6449004980298131388</id><published>2007-09-06T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:24:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGJLUrF-9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/UJwYoSc-TTE/s1600-h/05-09-07_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107514280035875794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGJLUrF-9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/UJwYoSc-TTE/s200/05-09-07_1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGJLkrF--I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I4mJLcr6c10/s1600-h/05-09-07_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107514284330843106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGJLkrF--I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I4mJLcr6c10/s200/05-09-07_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGI20rF-8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-FbBFgP9VMw/s1600-h/05-09-07_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107513927848557506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGI20rF-8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/-FbBFgP9VMw/s200/05-09-07_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend and I had a really really great time until midday. Yeah, Fiqqiesan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The disruption of gloomy weather, left us postponing day after day for just one sun-bathing session together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met Ed at MosBurger- Bpp in the afternoon. I'm so sorry I was 25 minutes late! Oh, nevermind about that. Study session was fine but I'm seriously lacking a lot in Math and Principle Of Accounts and Preliminaries are just after this September Holidays. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to fail nor get borderline results, I mean it's the points that count. I need to achieve good grades in return, get things I want from Mom. Hell, my desirees are overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, I was flabbergasted by a really beautiful lady whom overheard our conversation while studying at MosBurger. We were conversating about jobs after O' levels and other nonsensical stuffs. Name it talentscouting or whatsoever, she approached us, gave her namecard and briefly described to us about what was exactly happening. So, she's offering us a certain job with a attractive pay after the O's. Both Ed and I was so enthusiastic about it and we'd be sending in our resumes after O's. Nevertheless, the major examinations are still first priority for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in the guestlist for Roxy Fragrance launch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6449004980298131388?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6449004980298131388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6449004980298131388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6449004980298131388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6449004980298131388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/boyfriend-and-i-had-really-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RuGJLUrF-9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/UJwYoSc-TTE/s72-c/05-09-07_1743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7182604320254313895</id><published>2007-09-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:34:35.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FiqqieSan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tortorous bus journeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long distance walks- Tanglin Mall to Town to Clark Quay to Victoria Concert Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pseudo SMU students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lolitacious Fizah and her Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subway Craze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Near-perfect Explorations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Patrons of the Nightlife&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372326230399634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16k3PZGpI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NkzZpCZ6EhI/s200/04-09-07_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372081417263682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16WnPZGkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TmbsOPAPp0U/s200/04-09-07_1533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372077122296370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16WXPZGjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IgI1pgZhpsM/s200/04-09-07_1529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372081417263698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16WnPZGlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Axg-upoLfgo/s200/04-09-07_1536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372085712231010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16W3PZGmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tNDEY-tHMJ8/s200/04-09-07_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372085712231026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16W3PZGnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NWcJQWgu6K0/s200/04-09-07_1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372326230399618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16k3PZGoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/1KBGFrEEtzc/s200/04-09-07_1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7182604320254313895?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7182604320254313895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7182604320254313895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7182604320254313895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7182604320254313895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/fiqqiesan-tortorous-bus-journeys-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rt16k3PZGpI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NkzZpCZ6EhI/s72-c/04-09-07_2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5620829075905214018</id><published>2007-09-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:10:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - is a dangerous game. &amp;amp; you bet, it sure is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5620829075905214018?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5620829075905214018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5620829075905214018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5620829075905214018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5620829075905214018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-dangerous-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5346280643283587355</id><published>2007-09-02T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:54:25.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get it right. beyotch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ratatouille : Rat-a-too-ee was hilarious shite. However, we didn't get the best seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday night was particularly great with Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Subway the love, yet again. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teacher's Day Celebrations was the best for my entire years at Fajar Secondary and to have Ms Yong whom played along every game with us, was so entertaining, especially TongueTwisters and FillThePail. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being the worst class at lower secondary and 'Bo Chup' class at upper secondary, 2007 was finally the year, where 5A1 won two prizes straight. Hell yeah, we jumped for joy. Some exaggerated their joy but whatsoever. I mean it's the last year for us, why not.&lt;br /&gt;Definietly a memorable one. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some good o' times to remember as we reminisce, in future. On the other hand, I haven't been managing any study-sessions at all for the entire week. I am as good as dead. I am always distracted, by temptations aplenty but I did try to stay focus. I need a motivator, a goddamn one for the kill.&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/19093092-5346280643283587355?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5346280643283587355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5346280643283587355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5346280643283587355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5346280643283587355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille-rat-too-ee-was-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1484282683988612196</id><published>2007-08-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:36:09.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='987fm Muttons rocked core.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;987fm- Muttons came to school today for a half-an-hour show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so cool and hilarious and some of us took a group photo with the muttons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The day commenced with English Paper2 and it was, say, very tough. I reckon this time I'm sure bound to fail English Language. Oh, we received our CCA certificate and I was graded with A1. Hell yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104516367782582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rtbil3PZGfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dmAxx188eKg/s200/muttons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1484282683988612196?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1484282683988612196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1484282683988612196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1484282683988612196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1484282683988612196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/987fm-muttons-came-to-school-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rtbil3PZGfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dmAxx188eKg/s72-c/muttons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6868823621463034248</id><published>2007-08-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:56:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtbnL3PZGiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sy2LXRiS9wY/s1600-h/P1120474+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104521418664122914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtbnL3PZGiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sy2LXRiS9wY/s200/P1120474+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rtbmu3PZGhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4V2SKsYlUt4/s1600-h/P1120474+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104520920447916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rtbmu3PZGhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4V2SKsYlUt4/s200/P1120474+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtbmUHPZGgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/l_WAbb22Rio/s1600-h/P1120474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104520460886415874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtbmUHPZGgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/l_WAbb22Rio/s200/P1120474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtWLVHPZGdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Mko_4KoDhHQ/s1600-h/P1120462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104138947531446738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtWLVHPZGdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Mko_4KoDhHQ/s200/P1120462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Tuesday, we celebrated Vivien's 17th Birthday after Science Practical Preliminaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was fine, went home with L and Fiqqiesan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow,&lt;strong&gt; Happy 17th Birthday Vivien!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Science Practical was pretty tough and I screwed it up too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Social Studies was all right but incompleted. Le sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can I ever, ever do well in examinations when screw-ups are inevitable?  Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/19093092-6868823621463034248?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6868823621463034248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6868823621463034248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6868823621463034248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6868823621463034248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-tuesday-we-celebrated-viviens-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtbnL3PZGiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sy2LXRiS9wY/s72-c/P1120474+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3893883890343476775</id><published>2007-08-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:39:11.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtKoo3PZGWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/f0zSLoDYEUQ/s1600-h/27-08-07_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326747740936546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtKoo3PZGWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/f0zSLoDYEUQ/s200/27-08-07_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The commenced of Preliminaries Examinations and, English Paper1 was the start-off. I under-estimated time and thus handed in a incomplete letter writing. I screwed it up and I shouldn't have. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I digressed on the composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I reckon a fail for Paper 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend is the love.&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/19093092-3893883890343476775?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3893883890343476775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3893883890343476775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3893883890343476775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3893883890343476775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/commenced-of-preliminaries-examinations.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RtKoo3PZGWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/f0zSLoDYEUQ/s72-c/27-08-07_1704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1655657259669731642</id><published>2007-08-26T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:24:03.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New found jealousy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been almost a week now that I've stayed in my new apartment- Hume Park 2. Boyfriend has been accompanying me since. Exploring the navigation of bus services, the Condominum itself, Rail mall and then some. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seemed real spooky at night, I'm afraid I'll never ever want to go home alone. Boyfriend's dad enlightened me with a short history lesson about there and, it scared the shite out of me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I- I hadn't had the best week. I sacrificed study-sessions, Boyfriend needed my full attention. It was made up after that. The lacking of MB, is literally killing myself to memorize Social studies and practising on the questions for this coming Preliminaries. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock on, I'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1655657259669731642?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1655657259669731642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1655657259669731642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1655657259669731642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1655657259669731642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-been-almost-week-now-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-694875774696567323</id><published>2007-08-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:18:23.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My portfolio is me, everything I am and everything I'm not. It's my weakness and my strength, my self-confidence and -esteem. My past, present and most definitely my future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My portfolio is where I'm going, where, I've been, places I shouldn't have been, gone and shouldn't go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's eveything and just a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's my inspiration, my generation and it's never finished, never done, always a work in progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's everything I've ever seen, heard, touched, smelled, sensed and believed, and my worst fears and all my hopes at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the beginning of the beginnning and the end of an era, and so much more than a phase. It's my portfolio and describing it is describing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/19093092-694875774696567323?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/694875774696567323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=694875774696567323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/694875774696567323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/694875774696567323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-portfolio-is-me-everything-i-am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6935054143349024552</id><published>2007-08-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:27:50.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because it seemed too overwhelming.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Previously on Thursday, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Physics Mock Practical Exam was a major screw-up, kind of. Every answer of mine is purely based on assumptions. Like a guessing game. Hell. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since Boyfriend started Lonsdale and, me schooling, our schedules were completely at odds. We haven't seen each other for two whole days least, it makes me cranky. Thursday night was our rendezvous however, heated disagreements were unconquered. He left and I went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 in the morning, I was woken up by a call from his friend and he, enlightened me with the incident. Boyfriend was involved in a bike accident at the north side of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then on, my head felt clogged, like I had a cold and, my chest felt hard and hollow inside. I was in a daze. For a second, I thought it was a total unbeliveable bull then I cried as my imaginations ran wild. I received a call later again and, it was Boyfriend. He called to say he's all right but, badly injured. I calmed down knowing he's not dead/handicap. (Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I skip school on Friday and went visiting to that half-mummy-wrapped boy's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hell, I was flabbergasted when he told me the whole incident. I began reprimanding him. I told him to never ever bike again. He knows the consequences of them that I'll be towards him. I loosened up and burst into laughters. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't at all study for two days straight. Such a damn. All because of you, Shariffi Bin Sa'adon. I know you know that you know I know. Anyhow, I love you much. Have a speedy recovery, will 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/19093092-6935054143349024552?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6935054143349024552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6935054143349024552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6935054143349024552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6935054143349024552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/previously-on-thursday-physics-mock.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3900950033639931051</id><published>2007-08-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:22:36.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday, FiqqieSAN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although we did celebrate this birthday of yours, don't you think it's rather clique? You know, we've been together since you're 19, me 13 and never once comemorate a wondrous one. Let's make it a little more grandeur next year, yeah? &lt;strong&gt;Hell, I love you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, I had a pretty awesome time with you today. &amp; Subway is the current love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RsQJHHPZGVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UI9yCK5MP3k/s1600-h/14-08-07_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099210695897586002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RsQJHHPZGVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UI9yCK5MP3k/s200/14-08-07_2128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19093092-3900950033639931051?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3900950033639931051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3900950033639931051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3900950033639931051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3900950033639931051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-23rd-birthday-fiqqiesan-although.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RsQJHHPZGVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/UI9yCK5MP3k/s72-c/14-08-07_2128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-327640661479986916</id><published>2007-08-12T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:19:03.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My heart did a little dance.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rreUep8I/AAAAAAAAAek/h2FRAO0FQV8/s1600-h/12-08-07_1258.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097770960335841218" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rruUep-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/RNzURiSjOKI/s200/12-08-07_1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097770973220743170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s200/Untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rsOUeqAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oQst2YEZL6k/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our schedules were completely at odds. Boyfriend and I met up a tad too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yeah, it is yet another anniversary- 3 Years 9 Months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He gave me two key-chained boxing gloves, hell cute. Oh boy, he's turning 23 this coming Tuesday; 14th August.&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/19093092-327640661479986916?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/327640661479986916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=327640661479986916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/327640661479986916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/327640661479986916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-schedules-were-completely-at-odds.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rr7rreUep8I/AAAAAAAAAek/h2FRAO0FQV8/s72-c/12-08-07_1258.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1651721390892926919</id><published>2007-08-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:19:15.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met up with Ed and started towards L's place for a swim. Gloomy weather halt our plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tanned every interval for about 4 hours and swam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pool had a friggin' 2.6m depth at one end and I managed to swam in. My skills rust, it's quite sometime since I've last swam. Ed couldn't managed to 2.1m, without goggles . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We talked and tanned and talked and tanned. There were only 2 souls- Ed and mine, at the poolside with the strong breeze and chilly chlorine waters. We owned. L passed the swim and, he studied at home. At 1600, bathed and went to Bukit Timah Plaza, L joined us. Dined in at Kfc and Fringe , for desserts. The cafe's freak cool. Loved the colourful chairs and oh, it's rockable. Processing plan to study there. Fine destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I swam a lot today and am fucking drained out and muscles aching and red-hot tanned. Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096702561451157426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rrsf-eUep7I/AAAAAAAAAec/5QIqZ2CIC-8/s200/09-08-07_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, I'll be moving to Hume Park 2 , in about 2 weeks time. It'll be my home for half a year until Mom finds a suitable flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1651721390892926919?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1651721390892926919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1651721390892926919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1651721390892926919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1651721390892926919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/met-up-with-ed-and-started-towards-ls.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rrsf-eUep7I/AAAAAAAAAec/5QIqZ2CIC-8/s72-c/09-08-07_1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5282758094315568701</id><published>2007-08-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:24:45.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness flowing like a faucet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RrGWWeUep6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GT6mBZAJFkY/s1600-h/30-07-07_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094017966372988834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RrGWWeUep6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GT6mBZAJFkY/s200/30-07-07_1726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Had Biology Practical Mock Exams this afternoon and it was friggin' me out for the first half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I almost got my index finger sliced with a pen knife whilst cutting a V-shaped onto the potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later on, I've gotten the hang of it and mission accomplised.&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/19093092-5282758094315568701?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5282758094315568701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5282758094315568701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5282758094315568701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5282758094315568701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweetness-flowing-like-faucet.html' title='sweetness flowing like a faucet'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RrGWWeUep6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GT6mBZAJFkY/s72-c/30-07-07_1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7967829162339634011</id><published>2007-07-29T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:02:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This entire week was on the spur-of-the-moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Half-boisterous/ half-dullsville nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Short-lived muggin' process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend's place, which explains all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Transformers and Starbucks-session with Boyfriend on Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Study-session at the library then, town with Fiqqiesan and friends. Hoping to get a glimpse of fireworks however, missed. Walked to Marina, chilled out on a Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend's plan to pierce his eyebrow is still in-the-process. Though I felt fatally tempted to pierce my brow and naval, I'm not sure if it's a good idea now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/D_PnKmbePp/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/D_PnKmbePp/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="230" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/19093092-7967829162339634011?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7967829162339634011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7967829162339634011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7967829162339634011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7967829162339634011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-entire-week-was-on-spur-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-18344058868234417</id><published>2007-07-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:28:43.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The little book of naughty moves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091168526155032434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2zOUep3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Or-C3-DKqBQ/s200/23-07-07_1944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2y-Uep2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2K_XY4EjbHE/s1600-h/23-07-07_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091168521860065122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2y-Uep2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2K_XY4EjbHE/s200/23-07-07_1943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091168526155032450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2zOUep4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/7wJC3HMpb1A/s200/23-07-07_1946.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091168530449999762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2zeUep5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7GLitAFCjSQ/s200/23-07-07_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel, suddenly I mean, that 24hours a day is just a tad too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life's seemed so hectic, of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have so much to fret about, every detailed description bothers the freak out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My emotions is a catastrophe, at present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those nonsense flitting around in my mind, I suffered and disconnected myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, my escape was short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't work up the nerve to tell him about them, if I can't figure out how to deal with it, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was going to lose my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend saw through her rage to the sadness below. We talked and bitterly-in-the-process of understanding and getting this r/s better.&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/19093092-18344058868234417?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/18344058868234417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=18344058868234417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/18344058868234417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/18344058868234417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-suddenly-i-mean-that-24hours-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rqd2zOUep3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Or-C3-DKqBQ/s72-c/23-07-07_1944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4473716166506693827</id><published>2007-07-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:52:47.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089998336545433410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqNOhOUep0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/04TOJlxP4C0/s200/22-07-07_1859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089998332250466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqNOg-UepzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/IR4HY8wVJMI/s200/22-07-07_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A month later, will be the commencing of Prelims. No more playing the fool. No more wild thoughts. Enough of bullshites that had happened Fullstop Hardcore muggin'. Study-sessions galore. Went to Bpp's Library and borrowed 3 books. I completed one in a few hours. Oh great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday's &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089998319365564178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqNOgOUepxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/g58XaF01GGg/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090001935728027474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqNRyuUep1I/AAAAAAAAAds/271zU27wZdk/s200/2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bumped into Shijia in the Lrt. Talked and did some catching up on life. Separated ways when we arrived at JurongEast. Hugs exchanged and I said it was great seeing her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Study-session with friends was half-fruitful.&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/19093092-4473716166506693827?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4473716166506693827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4473716166506693827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4473716166506693827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4473716166506693827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sundays-month-later-will-be-commencing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqNOhOUep0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/04TOJlxP4C0/s72-c/22-07-07_1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8463901140285234394</id><published>2007-07-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:40:43.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something is bothering me just a mircobit.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When love ties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310354380201698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqDczZCMnuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yyKMiu-P4rc/s200/20-07-07_2126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310358675169010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqDczpCMnvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ejTY7a0I8CA/s200/20-07-07_2127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310362970136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqDcz5CMnwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NnePrE6IkfQ/s200/20-07-07_2128.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089310362970136338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqDcz5CMnxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TN2utzSxXfA/s200/20-07-07_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less frequent of bloggin lately as I found myself having zero desires to, blog. Life has been rather hectic, of late. Ups and downs. On the 19th, I accompanied Boyfriend and family to Sazali's POP. &lt;em&gt;Congratulations, dude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rest of the days were simply much occupied by the vast amount of homeworks and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secret Barnadas was funny. I wasn't expecting any at all , I received 6 encouragement letters. Of the 6, I couldn't figure out one. The rest was guessed by their handwriting and, bullseye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laters Jackasses;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-8463901140285234394?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8463901140285234394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8463901140285234394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8463901140285234394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8463901140285234394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-love-ties.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RqDczZCMnuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/yyKMiu-P4rc/s72-c/20-07-07_2126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1523621608149145580</id><published>2007-07-15T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:15:19.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday night went kind of a fluke'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714168439348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxFJCMniI/AAAAAAAAAbM/D-4qv56UPxg/s200/DSC03029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087713820546997714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rpsww5CMndI/AAAAAAAAAak/SU17-VtSWsg/s200/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087713816252030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpswwpCMncI/AAAAAAAAAac/pS3Sm-cQArU/s200/837222679l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714941533462162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxyJCMnpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0wh92suhxMU/s200/RIMG0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087715620138294978" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxE5CMnhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/V8lm7Hz5cSw/s200/DSC02982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087713829136932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpswxZCMngI/AAAAAAAAAa8/D1bXH4BfPwk/s200/DSC02981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714172734316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxFZCMnkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MPLtE-CLOzQ/s200/DSC03036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714172734316082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxFZCMnjI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QCECl5gGYQw/s200/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714924353592946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxxJCMnnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ciAMqktt93U/s200/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087714920058625634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rpsxw5CMnmI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EyyJkHxxlvQ/s200/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix &lt;/strong&gt;with Boyfriend and 14 mates was fine. Just fine. After the movie, we still have a lot of night to kill. Hence all 16 of us started towards BurgerKing, Wheelock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The siblings, Shariffi and Sazali and their girlfriends, Weena and myself, sat together for the first time? Flashback, I thought it was kind of cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Siblings arm wrestled and, it's a kitschy tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whilst some queued for orders, L and Edward kept on blabbering some stuffs to me. Especially Edward, who kept on critizing my height, eventhough I tried to be taller by a few inches or two, wearing heels. He also commented that my dressed-up was perfect. Then L started telling me that his friends loved to check me out in their friendsters. Whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edward and L commented me, very pretty. I dont exactly believe them but, somehow I'd just feel satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weena and Sazali left for home earlier after BurgerKing. Some of them decided to Dota for an hour or so, apparently all the boys went along, excluding L and Edward. They're dullsville, those boys ruined the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The remaining of us had a Starbucks session at The Cathay. We made such a din and cam-whored so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overwhelming, with such a big group of friends to town. It was so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So like I've just complete my Direct Polytechnic Admission and I blabbered nonsense. A part of me hoping I'd be selected but, yet the other part doesn't. Interviews is something I pretty much hate. Let's wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19093092-1523621608149145580?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1523621608149145580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1523621608149145580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1523621608149145580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1523621608149145580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RpsxFJCMniI/AAAAAAAAAbM/D-4qv56UPxg/s72-c/DSC03029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8182515856016024496</id><published>2007-07-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:28:46.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr Solehan started a short conversation with me earlier after recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He asked : How's life and mentioned about having a Boyfriend. I had to no idea he knew I had a Boyfriend so, I asked him how he'd found out. He said he was able to tell and that I'm very pretty and a fine mature young adolescent, definitely would have a boyfriend outside. I laughed and said Thankyou. He said there's like a obvious difference between a mature and a childish one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of conversation and we arrived at class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The confirmation of 13 friends, including some of our playmates and excluding the unconfirmed ones, had plan to catch Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix this upcoming Saturday. Yes, tickets have been already booked by me and we know, we're really 'kiasu'. However, there were hell lots more of the typical kiasu singaporeans had placed their booking way before us. There's barely any good seats for Digitial Format. That's a pity. We couldn't get any too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully, everything turns out great!&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/19093092-8182515856016024496?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8182515856016024496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8182515856016024496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8182515856016024496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8182515856016024496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-solehan-started-short-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7578548827216362708</id><published>2007-07-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:54:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The end of MotherTongue O'levels. My classmates said I was expressionless, they couldn't tell nothing but, I was freaking out so bad. I was the first to go and "Go, Jolee Go" Tom cheered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The passage was manageable however, the conversation was a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It goes something like this : Do you think we should depend on the government to keep the country clean and ... trees...? Mind the translation. The invigilator was a middle-aged man who has a deep low vocal and looks like a cartoon. I couldn't get myself to focus on the question he asked. That he had to repeat it and simplify it for me. I couldn't think, I don't like talking about ways to save Earth and then some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So.. My chinese oral really sucked big time. I think my speech has less than 10 sentences and I spoke in English. The invigilator loves to smile and, he helped me out a little but still, my sentences are stucked up and filled with one or two English word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever it is, I just hope to get a pass. That, I'll be content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7578548827216362708?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7578548827216362708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7578548827216362708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7578548827216362708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7578548827216362708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-mothertongue-olevels.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3225467984198354031</id><published>2007-07-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:05:33.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos; s my man.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friggin' pathetic day it was. Boyfriend and I met at 4pm, started to VivoCity to catch two movies: Transformers and Die Hard 4.0. Showtimes were all fully-booked and we fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone tapped me from behind and,  it was NicoleLin, she just returned to singapore from Perth. Very unexepected, I was so surprised. Cab-ed home at 8pm, chilled-out and bummed at Starbucks then to Boyfriend's place. Boredom kicked in and, we were half-alive. It has half-killed us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant live without you, you can see it with my eyes, I'm all cried out with nothing to say, you're everything I want it to be. Your heart belongs to me, I love you so much, I'm yearning for your touch, forever yours I'll be. I need you and you need me. And I would never let you go, and I will always love you so, I will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continuted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3225467984198354031?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3225467984198354031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3225467984198354031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3225467984198354031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3225467984198354031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/friggin-pathetic-day-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6071079349864741708</id><published>2007-07-07T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:13:34.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sudden change of perspective toward SocialStudies. My SS teacher, Mrs Lim, teaches like as if I'm tuned into Discovery Channel on StarhubCableTv. Totally cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'd boat instead of  vehicles. I want to go to Venice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Period.&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/19093092-6071079349864741708?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6071079349864741708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6071079349864741708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6071079349864741708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6071079349864741708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sudden-change-of-perspective-toward.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1171431041368638118</id><published>2007-07-02T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:06:02.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wrestled myself up from bed, to go online for the sake of Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He played his Dota while, I scanned through my list and found Edward to play Msngames with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amazingly, it lasted for 2hours. Truely unbelieveable. I'd never do that with anyone else and, never thought I could, with Edward. In-betweens, we reminisced the past where Edward and I used to be good friends and we would hogged onto the phone for endless night-chats. Until one night, I slept unknowingly on the phone, amid of our conversation. He even said he could hear me snored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So yeah, those days were really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A certain degree of enthusiasm toward Transformers, Harry Potter and Retail therapy with the girls and Boyfriend. A whole new list lined up with entertainment and leisure, however O'levels is nearing, everything has to be brought forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laters&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/19093092-1171431041368638118?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1171431041368638118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1171431041368638118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1171431041368638118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1171431041368638118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wrestled-myself-up-from-bed-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6199258559723950748</id><published>2007-07-01T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:59:10.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After saturday has faded into sunday, which fades into night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Physically and mentally exhausted we are, it's unbelieveable after a total of 15 hours out studying and hanging out on a Saturday night. What a day. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We met at early and studied from 10am to 8am at Jurong Regional Library. I know, it's kind of heavy, literally. Saw some familiar faces there too. Between-breaktime are always fun. We'd talked and joked around so much, sometimes it's hard to get back into studying mode. Boyfriend came for about half-an-hour, to return some items of mine then, off he went to work. Later that night, Wanie craved for LongJohn and then some. We went to view the Ice-skating rink. Somehow, I missed Ice-skating so much. Ice-skating will be a upcoming process for decision. I will want Boyfriend to be part of the invitation. Anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left Jurong East and started towards Raffles place in our sabby clothings and shagged-faces. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We walked from RafflesPlace to Esplanade towards MarinaSquare wanting to have a magnificant view of the huge FerrisWheel and NDP. The girls were hating it so much. Sabby looks, naked faces on a Saturday night at Esplanade. Gag, totally. Some Waterfront performances were on , we were audience for a moment. Undeniably sad, we thought we were total nerds for the day, literally. However, the list of what people's wearing there are nowhere any difference. There were the skinnies, all-blacks, what else? Basically these two fashion trends are the most common of all. There's this thing Wanie came up with, "Buy 1, get 3 free" and I went on to multiplying them. Awefully many. Go figure. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Attention seeking, we knew we should never expect from, today. However, there were. Infact, quite a number. No, I'm not bragging about it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We cleared Esplanade, wanting to go to some other places, appropriate for us for our chill-out sessions. We walked and walked and walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to square one, Esplanade. We couldn't decide a place suitable to chill. I chanced upon Nunu and we hugged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We then, decided on MarinaSquare where the flight of steps were, to chill. By then, after so much of talking, joking and laughed til we couldn't take it. We thought it was pointless to then sit there without the hype anymore. We leaned on our bags on the stairs and planned ahead, after O'levels and when we hit 20 onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Details can't be spared. However, Star-cruising is a must after O'levels with those willing classmates of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrt-ed home was the most dreadful thing ever at Midnight. My whole body wants to shut and take a rest. I was half-awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Study-session in the morning later again. Perhaps I'd miss it.&lt;/span&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/19093092-6199258559723950748?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6199258559723950748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6199258559723950748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6199258559723950748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6199258559723950748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-saturday-has-faded-into-sunday.html' title='After saturday has faded into sunday, which fades into night.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-2556160458129805796</id><published>2007-06-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:56:18.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way her lips puckered up.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jacked up with fear as I'm blogging this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so freaking out for my Mt Orals. Its nearing and I'm first in the list.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate that, even boyfriend reckoned I'd fail too.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't cough out mandarin words, like the way some can converse so fluently.&lt;br /&gt;I lack the ability to pronounce or to phrase a sentence properly. I can't do that in speech, literally.&lt;br /&gt;9th of July is doom's day, according to me. I wonder if anyone's on the same page as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I starbucks-ed today. The irresistable Venti-sized HotChocolate drink with drizzles of caramel and chocolate, tasted oh-so satisfying and in the haze of nicotine, naked conversations were exchanged. This whole week had been really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Giam in the afternoon near Tenmile. Such coincidence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255851471510658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofMxRycHII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0rmV5BZcZ1E/s200/29-06-07_1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255855766477986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofMxhycHKI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9Ms76H0Ejpk/s200/29-06-07_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082256573026016434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofNbRycHLI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TWS4NQmMFeA/s200/29-06-07_1848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255855766477970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofMxhycHJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mLBhEMCM_V8/s200/29-06-07_1848.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082255847176543346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofMxBycHHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/z445X18BK-s/s200/29-06-07_1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-2556160458129805796?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2556160458129805796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=2556160458129805796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2556160458129805796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2556160458129805796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-so-freaking-out-for-my-mt-orals.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RofMxRycHII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0rmV5BZcZ1E/s72-c/29-06-07_1846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1055372826641117086</id><published>2007-06-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:26:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyfriend seemed to have freshmen, sophomore bitches and even juniors always checkin' him out. Ew(gag).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Attended school today, and it was so cool hanging around with the mates. We laughed our butts off so loudly and dissed Edward pretty much, he went a little off the hook! We all planned meet-ups for study-sessions almost everyday since O'levels is nearing. It's still processing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhow, Boyfriend picked me up from school today and we had Macdonalds for lunch. Sick, Macdonalds' pretty expensive, I mean in my point of view. 2 meals amounted to almost 12buckaroos off Boyfriend's pay. So like, he waited for me to get dressed and went to his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chilled out, read my book and then some. Later went to the mall, bought Sweet-talk's Milktea and purchased a pack. Bummed some, drank and talked tres whatever-it-is. It was immensely fun. Boyfriend was full of verve, pretty ironic. I like it. He made me play the fool and repeatedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did sarcastic spaz laughs on his scabby jokes. Walked home and he, sang a pathetic song changing the lyrics to something so horny. Then he sang another properly, which was the very first song I'd heard him sing to me when we're just together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1055372826641117086?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1055372826641117086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1055372826641117086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1055372826641117086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1055372826641117086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/boyfriend-seemed-to-have-freshmen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5819946345725780087</id><published>2007-06-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:00:13.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friggin&apos; Sexy Seventeen I&apos;ve turned.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078928051522446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv6J07DJiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mFdcUJJCaew/s200/20-06-07_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927828184147410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv5807DJdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/h2EBNBKjGHs/s200/20-06-07_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927832479114722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv59E7DJeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rmsb35i53j8/s200/20-06-07_1511.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927832479114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv59E7DJfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QNbXgNYa424/s200/20-06-07_1512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927832479114754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv59E7DJgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/yJTGcc0XocY/s200/20-06-07_1513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078927836774082066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv59U7DJhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wMdbm8vRNl8/s200/20-06-07_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078928055817414194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv6KE7DJjI/AAAAAAAAAZs/x26Im40DMio/s200/21-06-07_2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon; Kingdoms Of Heaven, Ghost rider and 200Pounds Beauty.Hell. All the flicks were awesome.Anyhow, study-session later on with girlfriends. I've to focus real hard, and not let time waste away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boy, I need a new gadget to kick start a whole new dimension of music into my ears. Oh, definitely inneed of a friggin' ear-plugged, I seemed to damage whenever its being owned by me. Hell. I need music rocking when I set my mode to study, whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/19093092-5819946345725780087?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5819946345725780087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5819946345725780087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5819946345725780087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5819946345725780087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/movie-marathon-kingdoms-of-heaven-ghost.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rnv6J07DJiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mFdcUJJCaew/s72-c/20-06-07_1516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-688300030494600995</id><published>2007-06-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:27:40.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am offically seventeen. Yeah baby yeah.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was just having a quickie conversation with Boyfriend. He called at exactly midnight and sang the 'Happy Birthday' song in 3 different languages; English, Malay and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded awfully cute for the chinese one.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I love you, FiqqieSan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; thank you to those whom had wished me, be it online or through my cellphone. It is very much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;I'd just turned seventeen and it feels amazing. Allow me to rejoice for a mintue or two and I'll stop the crap. Hell, I am so looking forward to turning 18th instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin seem rather with his phonecall, talking to his girlfriend or something.&lt;br /&gt;Oh all right, I wished my twin a &lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; too! I mean if he does read my blog.&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/19093092-688300030494600995?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/688300030494600995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=688300030494600995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/688300030494600995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/688300030494600995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-just-having-quickie-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4544013218360544534</id><published>2007-06-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:32:18.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I totally dig my excruciatingly painful red-hot-tanned skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Literally, I'd feel so hot. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend drools over it, he wants me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went braless today and it was sure some awkward shite. I wonder if anyone could actually noticed it. Hopefully not. My skin screamed when I hook on my bra. Then I went to the library for the usual study session. Later on, there's another session again at Jurong regionaly library, and most likely I have to go braless again. Don't mind the open-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My 17th birthday's like tomorrow! Dang, I'm turning seventeen already and its speedy.&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/19093092-4544013218360544534?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4544013218360544534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4544013218360544534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4544013218360544534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4544013218360544534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-totally-dig-my-excruciatingly-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1924106436492080297</id><published>2007-06-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:31:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyfriend loves my red-hot-tanned skin.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am very much burnt, like a fucking red lobster, after FabulousTan at Cineleisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tryouts of the new machine was pretty cool. I am the only one with much obvious results after the tan. The boys paid 10$ each for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp; oh, I'd finally purchased 2 KateMoss Collection tops of my size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bumped into Nette at Topshop, and she shouted my name pretty loud! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met Boyfriend after Tanning, chilled out for a bit, and went home. I was so exhausted, I don't know why. Like my energy's being drained out and I was half-awake. Sadly, no pictures taken for this outing. I'd certainly want to captured some good moments at the parlour tanning and with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laters Jackasses;&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/19093092-1924106436492080297?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1924106436492080297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1924106436492080297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1924106436492080297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1924106436492080297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-very-much-burnt-like-fucking-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6247369592390275113</id><published>2007-06-16T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:40:54.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To create the excitement lacking in her own little life.'/><title type='text'>At first, this image obesses her, this shameful, unspeakable, atrocious fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to sell my Ipod Mini to purchase a Ipod shuffle in Hot Pink. Anyone? And a Sony camera too from Dad for Birthday gift. Hopefully, he agrees to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076695175334667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQLXU7DJYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/defZNV_1_tI/s200/featuresheadphonejack20071030.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Edward, Patrick and I going FabulousTan this Monday, Ed's going to treat me for my Birthday gift and I'm going to force Pat to sponser some too. Rosa too, for some tanning session some time soon. We ought too since she said she'd missed me. Aw. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, your fucking tresses rocked my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So back to basics, Boyfriend and I are some sort getting better, at least. However, in other aspects, he'd still needs some major touch-ups. Finally, I loaned 3 books from the library and going to have to finish it by 7th July. Studied with L and Dan today at MosBurger, coincidentally I saw my twin with his Girlfriend and I got to excited, wanting my friends to check him out. They wanted to know how a boy-girl twin look like. Oh, I am older by 2minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076700522568951218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQQOk7DJbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ho05P2IAMUU/s200/15-06-07_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076700526863918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQQO07DJcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/FJanDPtFG2c/s200/15-06-07_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076700522568951202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQQOk7DJaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jz8Jq2taa_Q/s200/15-06-07_1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076700522568951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQQOk7DJZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EJeOvkoLT9I/s200/13-06-07_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6247369592390275113?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6247369592390275113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6247369592390275113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6247369592390275113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6247369592390275113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-sell-my-ipod-mini-to-purchase.html' title='At first, this image obesses her, this shameful, unspeakable, atrocious fantasy.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RnQLXU7DJYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/defZNV_1_tI/s72-c/featuresheadphonejack20071030.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6096900604015337942</id><published>2007-06-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:36:35.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybelline&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NewYork&lt;/span&gt; Volume Express Turbo Boost Mascara Waterproof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. That's damn long advertising name&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6096900604015337942?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6096900604015337942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6096900604015337942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6096900604015337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6096900604015337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/id-got-maybelline-newyork-volume.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1493218413498547930</id><published>2007-06-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:34:46.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot thoughts about boyfriend crept into my sick little brain.'/><title type='text'>Happy 3Years 7Months Anniversary to you, Fiqqiesan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thoughts bulleted in my brain, ricocheting creative side to practical side, lustful half to hateful half. For the coming anniversary, birthday, study-sessions, sun-bathing sessions, great singapore sales and then some. The thought of O' levels nearing, it scupper all plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anniversary's like today it has already past midnight. Boyfriend's working so we weren't be celebrating. I mean we haven't been celebrating it for the past couple of months, literally. Like to celebrate it as grandeur as I want it to. Anyhow, it has come to 3years&amp;7months and counting. It has once been this close to breaking up, that close to having the best relationship of all times. Well, it is the best relationship I had so far. I'd actually learnt a lot from Boyfriend, himself. I learned about myself, studied myself and understood myself pretty much. I'd evolved and rediscovered me, simply said. Pretty much drastic too. This is all I need in this life of sin. The life experience I've never regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All memoirs from the past are still as vivid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! The first interest in me, the very first time, I can still remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadly, I doubt I'd be celebrating my 17th Birthday this year. I am planning it big on my 18th Birthday in 2008, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Frequenting on study-sessions nowadays with friends. A whole new group of classmates most of the times. It's kind of fun but the main purpose is still study, itself. It will definitely feel weird. Studying is like a new hobby for many of us. And because of the influence of Zubbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am so craving to sun-bathe with Boyfriend, he doesn't really have the time for it and wanted his bod first before strutting it off in public. The urge to shop is always there in me and with great singapore sales, it's so much more of a temptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laters Jackasses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1493218413498547930?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1493218413498547930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1493218413498547930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1493218413498547930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1493218413498547930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-3years-7months-anniversary-to-you.html' title='Happy 3Years 7Months Anniversary to you, Fiqqiesan'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6668909591633354301</id><published>2007-06-04T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:32:24.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So much of being cranked up everytime I know I&apos;d get to meet him.'/><title type='text'>Maybe my psychology's really messed up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjNB9YP6mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k04fJLi9bUE/s1600-h/04-06-07_1821.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073530413772696162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjNB9YP6mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k04fJLi9bUE/s200/04-06-07_1821.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjLWdYP6jI/AAAAAAAAAX0/agRVdvZHJqk/s1600-h/04-06-07_1821.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears dammed up behind my lashes. I hate being emotional. To be bowed with sorrow completely almost every day since the month of June, it just sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because of that one guy, the one whom I truly love, made you in such a severely disappointment state. Somehow, it's affecting my mood for studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I couldn't make sense of myself, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I give you everything that I am. I'm handin' in everything that I've got, cause I wanna have a really true love. Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up. All I wanted was to know I'm safe. Don't want to lose the love I've found, remember when you said that you would change. Don't let me down. It's not fair how you are, I can't be complete, can you give me more? &amp;amp; all I know is, You got to give me everything &amp; nothing less cause You know I give you all of me. Oh please, you know what I need, save all your love up for me, we can't escape the loveGive me everything that you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time? Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He needs "alone" time every so often to unwind, he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073528566936758850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjLWdYP6kI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OnqOve3aGgI/s200/04-06-07_1815.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073528571231726162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjLWtYP6lI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7IUJoVyQkqU/s200/04-06-07_1815.1.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My head felt constricted, squashed in a vise of fustration, ready to pop like a blister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like I've said, I'd feel super-stressed up towards all aspects of my life now. I am or will concentrate very hard for studies for this coming few months left. Countdown: 132 days. Practically 15 days to cover the whole of a subject. Yes, its fast-going and a short period of time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6668909591633354301?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6668909591633354301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6668909591633354301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6668909591633354301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6668909591633354301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-my-psychologys-really-messed-up.html' title='Maybe my psychology&apos;s really messed up.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RmjNB9YP6mI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k04fJLi9bUE/s72-c/04-06-07_1821.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1921681065715998114</id><published>2007-06-03T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:47:50.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealousy rushed hot through my veins. I became notoriously moody.'/><title type='text'>Envy jolted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saturday, studied at Jurong regional library again until 7pm, Boyfriend came and gave me a big tense hug from behind. We left for Boyfriend's place, thought that I could watch Shrek3 there. Instead the whole family watched School of Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His dad started asking me questions, whether have I become a beauty expertise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't get what his dad's always trying to say. The ear-catching sentence: Jolee, you very pretty already. What have you learnt to beautify your face? Did you do some... Then I couldn't hear it. I was semi-stunned&lt;em&gt;. I hope I didn't blushed like wine.&lt;/em&gt; Boyfriend just sat there eating, when I asked him why didn't he say anything. He said he'd almost choked on his food. Boyfriend's such a a-hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the flick on Tv, went up to the room, a perfect backdrop for silence and I went into a dead sleep right away. I was so reluctant to get up, I wished I could just slept there for the night. I had to asked Boyfriend to carry me up on my feet. We took the cab home, mid-night fare was charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh great, Pirates of the Caribbean: The curse of the black pearl later at 1830h. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sun-bathing with Boyfriend soon. I want to get some freshly reddish-tanned skin. Boyfriend have hots for it. And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I so want to get my hair steamed too. I want it soft.&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/19093092-1921681065715998114?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1921681065715998114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1921681065715998114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1921681065715998114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1921681065715998114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/envy-jolted.html' title='Envy jolted.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5749327308940509880</id><published>2007-06-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:49:05.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pang of regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend yesterday night and he came down with Zali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We'd nicotine-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told Zali a summarize version of what Boyfriend had been doing, of late. I thought we could combine forces and helped Boyfriend. I thought he could knock some sense into Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It didn't work. He'd got himself real upset instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to his place. We went upstairs, talked and then some. The way Boyfriend replied Zali's questions, was exactly the same as the way he'd replied mine. And gave a pathetic smirked each fucking time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They weren't in good terms, Zali left to camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tried conversing with Boyfriend, it turned out relatively all right. I told him almost everything I felt. I hope you could dearly understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He promised and swore upon god, he'd stop. Though I dont feel the reassurance yet, I thought I should trust him this time. I hope he's a man of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm currently hooked up with Miami's Ink. I've been watching it since last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It totally rocked my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5749327308940509880?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5749327308940509880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5749327308940509880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5749327308940509880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5749327308940509880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/06/pang-of-regret.html' title='A pang of regret'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-2756195796035605530</id><published>2007-05-31T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:54:37.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I noticed things in him that I didn&apos;t notice about other guys who didn&apos;t interest me'/><title type='text'>What a bumpy ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NI9FK40I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Lx6hROYsII0/s1600-h/23-04-07_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645415440474946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NI9FK40I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Lx6hROYsII0/s200/23-04-07_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NJNFK41I/AAAAAAAAAXk/uE33cjEGBT8/s1600-h/WickdHottie-0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645419735442258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NJNFK41I/AAAAAAAAAXk/uE33cjEGBT8/s200/WickdHottie-0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NJNFK42I/AAAAAAAAAXs/jqyOJckoXH4/s1600-h/19-05-07_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645419735442274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NJNFK42I/AAAAAAAAAXs/jqyOJckoXH4/s200/19-05-07_1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I asked myself how would it be like being single after all these wonderful 3 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I asked myself again, will I be able to even let someone I loved so much go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I am thinking way too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6L0tFK4zI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yuvci6Hr07k/s1600-h/WickdHottie-0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mind was spinning in a frenzy of nerves because things have been really rocky between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel overly stressed up. Maybe I should stop analyzing so much. Maybe you could stop your bullshites too. I don't dig your pseudo-storytales. And you should stop tiptoe-ing around your it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you so much and you took it for granted. I don't like being the fool neither playing the fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved the past of when we started off. And to think of it now, it could just make me cry. Those days were oh-so fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're making me more sad day-by-day. I have so much to say to you, there's so many things I wanna let you know. I want you to understand me and stand by me when times I need you. I can't pour everything out here. I want you to be true to yourself and towards me. Just truthfulness and passion with youre with me, that's all I ask for now. Til it gets better again. Ag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It will be two choices : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, I might be better off without him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Second, Suck it up girl. All guys are annoying most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-2756195796035605530?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2756195796035605530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=2756195796035605530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2756195796035605530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2756195796035605530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-bumpy-ride.html' title='What a bumpy ride.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rl6NI9FK40I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Lx6hROYsII0/s72-c/23-04-07_1656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-2613249292950490464</id><published>2007-05-28T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:08:17.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need my lover right at this very moment.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had Mother Tongue O'levels today. I slept early last night but I was so sleepy this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My eyes practically shut itself when I was half-way through both papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why my eyes are shutting itself on me. Both papers were all right, just that time was of its essence. I rushed through Paper2 still, incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How fucked up should I be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to retake, I'm unbelieveably bored of Chinese already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because it fucking annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sick, enough of ranting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's done can't be undone. Shite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-2613249292950490464?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2613249292950490464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=2613249292950490464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2613249292950490464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2613249292950490464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7071069131717322454</id><published>2007-05-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:23:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm gazoygle about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got to be cool enough to pull it off, babe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlmS1NFK4wI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kNgLFAYy3N4/s1600-h/m21077329.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069244298324271874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlmS1NFK4wI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kNgLFAYy3N4/s200/m21077329.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a day. What a awful Sunday.I was stuck at home, bored to death until tuition came, then I was bored again.We didn't have our meet-ups today, everything seemed so wronged. It clashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you like a child misses their blanket, Boyfriend. &lt;/em&gt;I remembered Formats for Letterwriting and compositions, i'm so afraid i might lose it tomorrow. It's O'levels, damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to turn in early, right after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7071069131717322454?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7071069131717322454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7071069131717322454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7071069131717322454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7071069131717322454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-im-gazoygle-about-you.html' title='And I&apos;m gazoygle about you'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlmS1NFK4wI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kNgLFAYy3N4/s72-c/m21077329.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1342797209635284102</id><published>2007-05-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:21:00.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No way to elude the bitterness of blame'/><title type='text'>Thanks a fucking lot, bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So went to Jurong Regional Library again to study with friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zubbie and Wanie at first, then Haopeng, Daniel and Jy came later on. Boyfriend was there too, teaching Math and stuffs. Sazali was there too, somehow it was purely coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend left to lan-ing with his brother and friends, my friends and I went to Bpp instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sat at Starbucks and had a pretty long chat with Evynn then headed to Macdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leona was there too, studying with her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Couldn't study at Macs, it was so freak polluted with noise and too many people that we can't study there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Left at 11 plus and PatPat walked me to TenMile. Some prince he was, he claimed it was like so far from Bpp to TenMile. I also told him that he, with side-parting will actually look more handsome. He's flushed right away, til his ears got red-hot. How cute. Zubbie, wanie and I was laughing like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You wouldn't know how retarded I am that I haven't ride on a bike my entire 16 plus years of life ever at all, until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blame it on Boyfriend who couldn't walk me home and myself for being afraid of walking home alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I had to disturb Wee's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I casually asked Boyfriend and he went to his brother instead. I know its kinda like a tinge of jealousy that would aroused between both. &lt;em&gt;Wee, I know you don't like it. Please don't take it to heart. You know nothing would happen, nothing at all would happen in fact. Plus, he knows his facts and limitions. I still want your flying kisses, cool? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you're still not cool, guess we got to have a little conversation. All right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh, I didn't know how to put on the helmet and strap it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I prayed that I wouldn't die, literally. See how paranoid I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally after all these years, I'd hopped on a bike and experienced the naked feeling of adrenaline rush as the bike accelerates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I loved it. &lt;em&gt;But never ever on my friend's boyfriend again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1342797209635284102?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1342797209635284102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1342797209635284102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1342797209635284102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1342797209635284102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-fucking-lot-bitch.html' title='Thanks a fucking lot, bitch'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8690167611761177573</id><published>2007-05-24T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:31:25.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the caribbean: At world's end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlWvftFK4uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1J0LQ-QoTQ/s1600-h/266x400_piratelord1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149914887447266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlWvftFK4uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1J0LQ-QoTQ/s200/266x400_piratelord1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlWvf9FK4vI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7P_k21yUE1U/s1600-h/266x400_pirates4_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068149919182414578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlWvf9FK4vI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7P_k21yUE1U/s200/266x400_pirates4_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homed after Pirates of the caribbean: At world's end, at Great world city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally I get to see my hot pirate, Johnny Depp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie was pretty cool, though I couldnt catch up with their conversation because of certain distractions from my Cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to watch it again, maybe borrow a Dvd or something when it's released.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It wasn't the greatest day though. It was filled with almost-there happiness and satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sort of like a wrong day, wrong time, wrong stuffs to do on the whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend couldn't agree less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was still cool, as long as I've Boyfriend around with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, so enough of fun and games, I will be starting my revision like tomorrow- No school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One solid day of studying with friends at the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will practice more on chinese to get a B3, oh fuck.&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/19093092-8690167611761177573?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8690167611761177573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8690167611761177573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8690167611761177573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8690167611761177573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/pirates-of-caribbean-at-worlds-end.html' title='Pirates of the caribbean: At world&apos;s end'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RlWvftFK4uI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1J0LQ-QoTQ/s72-c/266x400_piratelord1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5663565322183191921</id><published>2007-05-22T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:44:59.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A couple of my friends said I've slimmed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was on cloud nine to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a week or so of not eating much and doing a little bit of exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, my targeted mass is still far from achieveable. Like 5kg more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was late for school today and I had to run the entire perimeter of the school field, 4 damn rounds. I was so shagged afterwards I slept in class. I almost died of menstrual cramps. It was so freak pain, I could have screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jackasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5663565322183191921?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5663565322183191921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5663565322183191921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5663565322183191921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5663565322183191921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/couple-of-my-friends-said-ive-slimmed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4546634138952282539</id><published>2007-05-20T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:54:39.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love snogging you'/><title type='text'>I wonder if for all I've said, was it wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066548124014273234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-rNFK4tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bJUHf0EUJUY/s200/Untitled+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-qtFK4qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wglVd9HsYpA/s1600-h/19-05-07_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066548115424338594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-qtFK4qI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wglVd9HsYpA/s200/19-05-07_1647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-q9FK4rI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PTP7InVemSk/s1600-h/19-05-07_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066548119719305906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-q9FK4rI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PTP7InVemSk/s200/19-05-07_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-rNFK4sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/P3pFgv5wc_c/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066548124014273218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-rNFK4sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/P3pFgv5wc_c/s200/Untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt really heart-crushing. The first ever feeling of feeling so so devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The point where I really knew I wasn't a good girlfriend anymore, and that you wanted to give up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stood there and broke into tears, crying as if it was so hard to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was't as easy as it seemed to just let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you, Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh great! I lost my ring again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday night was so much fun with the girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so much of a non-stop laughing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We rushed to Seoul Garden, after purchasing tickets for Blades of Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah, Blades of Glory was one hell of a freaking hilarious flick. It was so hilarious, I laughed so loud until I'd almost lost my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By then it was around 11pm, Boyfriend finally called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Asked me to go down to Wisma to look for him where he was chilling at Cosmopolitan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met his sort-of current group he's hanging out with lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girlfriends didn't want to join, they waited for me at CoffeeBean instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once done, Boyfriend and I walked over to Paragon and chilled with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later on, sat down at the Fountain of Taka and chatted til 2 plus. Boyfriend blurted out some facts about our relationship that should not be, at all, blurted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was kind of pissed off but still maintained my cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Its 3plus A.m now, physically exhausted for the entire night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.s Pictures uploading soon.&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/19093092-4546634138952282539?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4546634138952282539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4546634138952282539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4546634138952282539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4546634138952282539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wonder-if-for-all-ive-said-was-it.html' title='I wonder if for all I&apos;ve said, was it wrong?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk_-rNFK4tI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bJUHf0EUJUY/s72-c/Untitled+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7918488160347510903</id><published>2007-05-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:02:52.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I guess it norm for people to keep admiring us from afar.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2ss9FK4lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ob5TO8sJaw4/s1600-h/Untitled+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895044172145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2ss9FK4lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ob5TO8sJaw4/s200/Untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One word: Satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School as per normal. Boyfriend picked me up from school, went home straight and got ready for our date. Shopping date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Took a while to get myself prepared, walked from Fareast to Wisma Atria then Ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Purchased 6 items today, splurged on : A pair of flats, Topshop and Mango Tops, 2 pairs of Mng Pants and last, shades from Forever21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boyfriend was so great today. He's been a good good boy lately and I liked that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whilst at Mango, some sales assistant told Boyfriend I was pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It just felt so good today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been awhile since Ive been to Town and actually walked a whole lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My legs are aching so bad and mentally I was sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P.s Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VypEhApuax4/s1600-h/18-05-07_1449.1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895048467112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/VypEhApuax4/s200/18-05-07_1449.1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4nI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kzdU1kQzuEw/s1600-h/18-05-07_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895048467112562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4nI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kzdU1kQzuEw/s200/18-05-07_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4oI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CwUWvaHhFho/s1600-h/18-05-07_1500.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895048467112578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stNFK4oI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CwUWvaHhFho/s200/18-05-07_1500.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stdFK4pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rSvlBf01Q98/s1600-h/18-05-07_1454.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895052762079890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2stdFK4pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rSvlBf01Q98/s200/18-05-07_1454.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19093092-7918488160347510903?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7918488160347510903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7918488160347510903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7918488160347510903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7918488160347510903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-word-satisfaction.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rk2ss9FK4lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ob5TO8sJaw4/s72-c/Untitled+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6428091399452606113</id><published>2007-05-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:06:42.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so, I am someone of a higher caliber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPtdFK4hI/AAAAAAAAAVE/j9dZwFdDWs0/s1600-h/15-05-07_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159479483097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPtdFK4hI/AAAAAAAAAVE/j9dZwFdDWs0/s200/15-05-07_1840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPt9FK4iI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LVJ3nw8plb0/s1600-h/15-05-07_1841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159488073032226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPt9FK4iI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LVJ3nw8plb0/s200/15-05-07_1841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPuNFK4jI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sr_k5wBEOfE/s1600-h/15-05-07_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159492367999538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPuNFK4jI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sr_k5wBEOfE/s200/15-05-07_1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've finally received out Class tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the coolest one i've seen in Fajar of all my years there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Pictures upload soon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wore it today to go for a Rope-skipping session with Boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, Boyfriend skips so much better than I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, it was so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gotten back Mid-year results, its really badly done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Firstly, the papers were so tough, sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secondly, revision started too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thirdly... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, I did much better for English though. Math was worst of the pack, a fucking F9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I swear I'd start revision next week onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fridays and Saturdays are the best, I reckon for this coming week.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159651281789506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksP3dFK4kI/AAAAAAAAAVc/drbGfi-w1m4/s200/13-05-07_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6428091399452606113?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6428091399452606113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6428091399452606113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6428091399452606113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6428091399452606113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-told-you-so-i-am-someone-of-higher.html' title='I told you so, I am someone of a higher caliber.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RksPtdFK4hI/AAAAAAAAAVE/j9dZwFdDWs0/s72-c/15-05-07_1840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4929151631776167668</id><published>2007-05-11T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:43:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quiz : What colour is your love aura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To you, a good kiss is:&lt;br /&gt;a A peck on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;b Lip to lip with tight pucker&lt;br /&gt;c Lip to lip with a little tongue play&lt;br /&gt;d Nice and wet with lots of tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your idea of a hot date is:&lt;br /&gt;a Dinner with your parents&lt;br /&gt;b A stroll and a stop for a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;c A movie with an easy-to-follow plot for plenty of makeout action&lt;br /&gt;d Getting a motel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite pickup line is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a What're you looking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b Hi. What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c You're cute. What are you doing for the rest of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d Shut up and Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. You're eating with a guy and he spills ketchup on his shirt. You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a Say nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b Wipe it off with your napkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c Lick it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d Tell him his shirt has ketchup on it, then rip it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. You'll dump a guy if:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a He doesn't say "please" and "thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b He swears too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c He's got butt zits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;d He won't do "everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Answer key:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you picked mostly A's, your sexual aura is WHITE. Face it, you're a prude. Join a convent now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you picked mostly B's, your aura is YELLOW. You're cautious, maybe too much so. Time to take a few chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you picked mostly C's, your aura is BLUE. You're sensuous and sexy but don't carry it too far- most of the time. Be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you picked mostly D's, your aura is RED. You're a total slut! You might want to slow down a bit. But hey, maybe it works for 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/19093092-4929151631776167668?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4929151631776167668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4929151631776167668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4929151631776167668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4929151631776167668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiz-what-colour-is-your-love-aura-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4276624936041060036</id><published>2007-05-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:13:27.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May-day! May-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Math Paper2 was freak hard. I cracked my brain; worst-case scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, that's all my brain could do, questions incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so freaking pissed off, butt sticking onto the chair and a wack neckache for 2hours and a half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The longest duration ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Biology paper was fine. I did studied some, managed to complete all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pray for the best. I know my answers are patheticly written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow, last paper. Science Paper1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally we'd the chance to go on a date after so long, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping/Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great time? I reckon so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the coffeshop near my block, whilst buying a packet of icemilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the freaking first time a guy looked at me in such a sort of manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyfriend noticed too. Both boyfriend and I was stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew him somehow during Primary school days. Barely any of my old friends actually recall who I was. I've changed drastically I supposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-4276624936041060036?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4276624936041060036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4276624936041060036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4276624936041060036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4276624936041060036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-day-may-day.html' title='May-day! May-day!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6386398278553683033</id><published>2007-05-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:07:57.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinny-dipping anyone?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All my black pens failed on me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poa paper was pretty okay, though some questions are brain-cracking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did all, everything. Barely any balances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11 down , 3 more to go. Marks the end of Mid-year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hot summer movies :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Pirates of the caribbean; At world's end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    May 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    July 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Shrek3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    May 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Fantastic Four; Rise Of the silver surfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    June 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Ocean's Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    June 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Die Hard 4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    July 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Surf's Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    June 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    May 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6386398278553683033?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6386398278553683033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6386398278553683033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6386398278553683033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6386398278553683033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-my-black-pens-failed-on-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7184953931858691081</id><published>2007-05-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:28:44.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday I&apos;m in love. Shopping spree baby'/><title type='text'>Random, Im not thinking straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burning of midnight oils of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd sure be totally exhausted after Mid-year exams. It doesn't seemed to help. I screwed up almost all the papers.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Math Paper 1 is offically screwed. I was so dumb that I thought MathPaper was 2nd, Physics 1st. It turned out the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I put all effort on Physics, nothing on Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, it's the lack of practice. I usually could do such questions until today! It would be manageable if I were to practice more. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I almost treated today as the end of Mid-year Exams. Went to Boyfriend's place. Watched 300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rested for a while and started off with Poa revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched Csi with the brothers, taught Suhaimi a little on Poa and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuation of Poa revision... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...burning of midnight oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7184953931858691081?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7184953931858691081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7184953931858691081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7184953931858691081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7184953931858691081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-im-not-thinking-straight.html' title='Random, Im not thinking straight.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8493552691806578938</id><published>2007-05-06T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T10:50:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took a dead aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Approximately 9hours of studying at different places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was mind-blowing, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend woke me up from sleep, waited for me to get ready, then he accompanied me to JE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We haven't talk much these days. I was real busy with those study sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I neglected him somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked and we gave each other big tense hugs, made to promised to behave ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's a disappointment, of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was undeniably sad at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anger bubbled when he says 'what's the big hooha about ?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met the girls at Jurong Regional Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bumped onto Dan, Sofie and syikeen there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We studied separately though, there weren't enough spaces. Dan joined us to teach Poa at some point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we girls studied til about 8pm , decided to stop for a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was always cool to study together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arrived at Bpp, met up with Boyfriend again! We took a while to settle down at Starbucks before continued studying for about an hour or so. There were so many lizards around that made Wanie so grossed about, she'd literally speed off when a lizard was above her on the ceiling. However, it was braved of her to continue studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw Vynn studying O'level Maths alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He wanted to depart when we arrived, we talked some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to better produce results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-8493552691806578938?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8493552691806578938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8493552691806578938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8493552691806578938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8493552691806578938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-took-dead-aim.html' title='I took a dead aim'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5825994284433291465</id><published>2007-05-04T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:57:14.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with you today, Boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Asmah popped a question to me : " Jo, You don't want to try Afro style? I think it suits you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was like What?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanie and I were talking about hairstyles at first. She told me she want to have a messy-perm kind of style. Which leads to Asmah telling me I suit a Afro Hair-do. Holyshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, I'm imagining it. Maybe I should. But it will spoil my tresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, today girlfriends and I studied at Esplanade Library; SingaporeArtsCafe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The place pretty cool, and Friday nights they have free jam session for anyone. It was too noisy to continue studying then. We left around 7plus and walked around MarinaSquare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's up with the crowds? It feels so dead. Shopped around for stuffs. Saw some items that I lust for eversince. Just purchased a mango top because I didn't have the time to shop. The girls are like rushing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanie has recently become my photographer. She loves using cellphone's camera to snap pictures of me without me knowing at times. But she does take really good shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been awhile since I'd stepped into Town area. I feel so tempted to shop tomorrrow however I'm meeting the girls up again for a solid study session at Jurong regional library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I sat for English Paper1, Cme Paper and Socialstudies Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't have much time for Ss and I completely went blanked! It was the first time experiencing such a situation. I almost gave up. I wrote little for Ss. English was fine, I hope I do well. No plannings at all. I wrote 2pages long for composition. Maybe its all bullshit, entirely no linked to what my question asked. There was no good vocabs, no beautiful sentences/phrases. It was plain and dull. I didn't have the time. Or say, I couldn't recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its done for good. I had better focus a whole lot on the rest of the subjects. I want to score. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060713333440041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjtD9sXG0JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OLPAY3iE1Rg/s320/Untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5825994284433291465?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5825994284433291465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5825994284433291465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5825994284433291465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5825994284433291465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-with-you-today-boyfriend.html' title='What&apos;s with you today, Boyfriend?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjtD9sXG0JI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OLPAY3iE1Rg/s72-c/Untitled+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7198570949753550673</id><published>2007-05-03T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:14:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screamo, literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stiff necks, aching limbs, moaning buttcheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Physically exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mentally stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The commence of Mid-Year Examination, today. MotherTongue Paper1 and 2, I didn't have enough time to finish the papers. It's so hard to read the chinese characters therefore, I freaking don't know what are they talking about. I just copied and pasted almost everything. My dictionary was caught having written stuffs on, which I have totally no idea of at all. Lucky me, I still get to use it. It didn't at all came in handy, my composition was incomplete. You can see english words and hanyupinyins here and there. I was disorganised, totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;English Paper1, Cme and Social studies paper tomorrow. It's going to be hand-wrecking process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Definitely cramps and sweaty palms for me. Wish me all the best, I'd strive to rise and perserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To fret, to stress, to choke, to cry on with all the notes, vocabularies, whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060229140301926530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjmLl8XG0II/AAAAAAAAAU0/emoVfW-6a9M/s200/stonedlips_3w7xxlqv%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7198570949753550673?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7198570949753550673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7198570949753550673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7198570949753550673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7198570949753550673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/screamo-literally.html' title='screamo, literally.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjmLl8XG0II/AAAAAAAAAU0/emoVfW-6a9M/s72-c/stonedlips_3w7xxlqv%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-678130680003397377</id><published>2007-05-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:13:44.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We were like spiderman. Spiderwomen instead.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eXdmPMUjVCM/s1600-h/01-05-07_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059602830990954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eXdmPMUjVCM/s320/01-05-07_1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A_WnIdq7aWk/s1600-h/01-05-07_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059602830990954514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A_WnIdq7aWk/s320/01-05-07_1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Note : More picture soon. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Studied at WestCoast Park's Macdonald. We sat there for hours-9 solid hours. It was pretty worth it. I did math, Paper 1s. Paper 2s are such a damn.! Practiced Physics too, 6Chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By 8pm, Wanie and I stopped studying and wanting so much to go the playgrounds. Its my 2nd visit to Wcp, in my entire 16+ years of life. We girls had fun. We laughed so hard, we loved it. We then proceeded to the playground or whatever it's termed. Zubbie and I stood on some spinning thing and wanie did the turns. It was such a head-spinning sensation. I feel so like want to throw-up. I can't take spinning myself around, but it was hell lot of fun. Then to the Pyramid Net. I climbed it for the first damn time. I feared heights. We didnt make it to the top, we were just too afraid. We layed at where the nettings were all checkered-like and cam-whored. The pictures are wacky: upload soon. And we tried the swing thing from one end to the another, I don't know what's that called. It was awesome &lt;em&gt;lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Went home soon after. Was so shagged out and stinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794438071963714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjgAO8XG0EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rOddd6zJnqs/s200/Untitled+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794438071963730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjgAO8XG0FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Y-2_cyBY6Ho/s200/Untitled+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794433776996402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjgAOsXG0DI/AAAAAAAAAUM/f6RSNLVr2jE/s200/Untitled+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794442366931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjgAPMXG0HI/AAAAAAAAAUs/9-olI6muw-4/s200/Untitled+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059794438071963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjgAO8XG0GI/AAAAAAAAAUk/eZwiAfOcWzA/s200/Untitled+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059602830990954530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0CI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Mzamdvfg6CY/s320/01-05-07_2030.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-678130680003397377?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/678130680003397377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=678130680003397377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/678130680003397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/678130680003397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/05/note-more-picture-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjdR98XG0AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eXdmPMUjVCM/s72-c/01-05-07_1901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8944436432886670810</id><published>2007-04-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:28:26.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need a solid dose of motivation'/><title type='text'>To create the excitement lacking in her own little life- that's what I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been admiring hot people lately. Be it online or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of streets, or should I say, just merely getting my ass out for shoppings, hangouts and whatsoever. It was rather long eversince I actually shopped. I miss those days. And I'm deprived of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sun-bathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chill outs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Movies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, my band account is low desert dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That Wednesday, English Oral went smoothly. I thought I did pretty good. The topic was on shopping.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Study mode hasn't kick into gear at all. Muggin' processes failed. Homeworks piling up thus leaving me with much lesser time for revision. I'm going for a early-morning jog tomorrow with Boyfriend , hopefully it will relief the stress brewing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really dig this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127067343146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjITxMXGz_I/AAAAAAAAATs/TbBBpqIGyV4/s320/Untitled+2.1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters Jackasses;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-8944436432886670810?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8944436432886670810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8944436432886670810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8944436432886670810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8944436432886670810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-create-excitement-lacking-in-her-own.html' title='To create the excitement lacking in her own little life- that&apos;s what I need'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RjITxMXGz_I/AAAAAAAAATs/TbBBpqIGyV4/s72-c/Untitled+2.1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6581721574628103140</id><published>2007-04-22T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:13:53.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guess what&apos;s a rubber johnny.?'/><title type='text'>We shared the same hood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think boys who wants to get into a relationship, should first, quit computer gamings. Unless he manages his time well, it would practically ruined everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How i wish you could goddamn quit playing Dota. I'd prayed for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Note: Boyfriend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not so cool about it afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056904858294073074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ri28LQ2QtvI/AAAAAAAAATk/xfz2cUoc3UM/s200/Untitled+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they say on average seven thousand words per day(and women twenty thousand).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they disassociate love and sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they arent free not to do what gives them more pleasure than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That men are like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That they display their hardness, their ingratitude, their unfairness, their pride, their narcissim, and their forgetfulness of others.&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/19093092-6581721574628103140?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6581721574628103140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6581721574628103140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6581721574628103140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6581721574628103140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-shared-same-hood.html' title='We shared the same hood.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Ri28LQ2QtvI/AAAAAAAAATk/xfz2cUoc3UM/s72-c/Untitled+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7448629257490394609</id><published>2007-04-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:31:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling each other in with hot intense hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RiopeQ2QttI/AAAAAAAAATU/eHa7KXvUq7g/s1600-h/Untitled+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've completed all my homeworks. All. Hopefully, revision could start tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend again, he will be free these days. Went to Bangkit , purchased my yearly supply of contact lenses. Then we walked inwards to Petir Road. Stopped by a playground and we see-sawed. Boyfriend helped me with push-ups on the bar and we did some swingswing. I freaked when I stepped on ants infested areas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The place was rather spooky though. Misty and all quiet. We had a pretty long walked, and talked throughout. We'd passed by the carpark where we played candles years back during lantern festival or something. I remembered we waxed the ground with candles displaying 'I love you' or something like that and took a picture of it of me sitting between the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think back, it was pretty cute. I mean those were the good ol' days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why am I even talking about this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899127277205186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RiopeA2QtsI/AAAAAAAAATM/8sYmz9yXDGY/s200/21-04-07_1558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899531004131042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Riop1g2QtuI/AAAAAAAAATc/nCrG6FYJKbA/s200/Untitled+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7448629257490394609?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7448629257490394609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7448629257490394609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7448629257490394609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7448629257490394609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/filling-each-other-in-with-hot-intense.html' title='Filling each other in with hot intense hugs'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RiopeA2QtsI/AAAAAAAAATM/8sYmz9yXDGY/s72-c/21-04-07_1558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-181758291016061556</id><published>2007-04-21T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:35:44.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I dont have ample time for revision'/><title type='text'>There are only two kinds of men : Dead... Deadly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055765781427566258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RimwMQ2QtrI/AAAAAAAAATE/xpTanz0qg84/s200/Untitled+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055764707685742242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RimvNw2QtqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mIzMZjpx3io/s200/Untitled+2.1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had conversation for hours but I just can't seem to tell if you're fiction or fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel rather pissed with you, for purchasing another pack. You could have treat me to a meal or two. You could have save it up for a date of us, both. Remember our pact? I'll give you until the end of April. I reckon I'd lose you though. I'm unable to fathom what's going on in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Truthfully, I've not been studying. Neither are most of my classmates, everyone's like depending on last minute revision. I tried to listen attentively in lesson but never failed to feel so stressed up at the end of it. We had a Poa class-test on Clubs&amp;Societies that Friday, I'd screwed it up. All for you should know, I didn't study for it. Again, I'd feel pissed off with myself. A week and a half left to Mid-year Examination. I've got to focus solely on this mid-year/preparation for O's, whatever it takes to get good grades. Get your freak on, bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone wants to start muggin' with me? And I mean hardcore, muggin'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Randoms;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, we have changed to another supplier for the class-tees.. Hopefully we're able to get our goods asap.(Note: classmates)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather has been sweltering hot these days then it rains in the afternoon and it gets humid again. Mother Earth is sick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been struck with a excruciating pain in my uterus this morning. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/19093092-181758291016061556?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/181758291016061556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=181758291016061556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/181758291016061556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/181758291016061556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-only-two-kinds-of-men-dead.html' title='There are only two kinds of men : Dead... Deadly.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RimwMQ2QtrI/AAAAAAAAATE/xpTanz0qg84/s72-c/Untitled+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-2558976893153748412</id><published>2007-04-17T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:51:55.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get into the right mood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Received the news yesterday and band has cliched a Silver. Whatever it is , you guys have done a great job! Last minute Weena decided to skip the session. Met up with Rosa in the evening to study, starbucks. It was rather weird, guess Im not like used to it yet. Was too distracted at starbucks so we quitted studying and just chilled. It was pretty nice yesterday. Boyfriend came after his work, dumbfucker he is, he lost his wallet. He'd still managed to have some cash on hand and purchased a pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 11pm, took two sticks for weena and cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;Skip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Wee this afternoon after Act. Again, I said its rather weird. But Im cool. It was good too. We'd love the same brand? Sweet favours. We had our smoke-fest session as quoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im still fretting over English so-called talktime. I have nothing to write/talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone's like started with their muggin' , I'd feel as if Im chilling out or something. I think I give no shit about Olevels now. Moodless to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-2558976893153748412?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2558976893153748412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=2558976893153748412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2558976893153748412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2558976893153748412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/received-news-yesterday-and-band-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5076638478000966776</id><published>2007-04-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:21:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am freak pissed off with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fcuk, I failed MT Oral; Mye/Prelims? by just one pathetic mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Screw the damn questions about GlobalWarming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guessed I'm the only one who failed. Seriously, I dearly wished to drop Mt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;With such pathetic Oral results, it will pull my written paper down thus, pulling my points higher. You see, how fucked up can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him that it's very hard for me to put my idea into words to speak up. Not long after I had nothing more further to comment, he sort of reprimanded me. Making me feel like saying 'fcukyou'. He teaches Mt lessons in half chinese, half english style, some H.o.d shit he is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And again, my Mt oral has never been good anyway. It just dampens my whole spirit. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier on in class, we had free periods for Cme. We're all so bored, some friends came up with cute games. First was 'Mouth&amp;finger not the same', 'doublenumbers' and ' Rabbit activated'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rabbit activated thing made me laughed so bad , I teared. And because of me, everyone got distracted , I got distracted , I was out of  the game. It help perks up that dullness in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for class-tees, its really disappointing. Guessed we'd invest in the wrong supplier. Fucker, he's making up all sort of reasons. I dont know when can we get our goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5076638478000966776?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5076638478000966776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5076638478000966776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5076638478000966776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5076638478000966776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-freak-pissed-off-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1569828127596252320</id><published>2007-04-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:01:25.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patpat  Zubbie  Boyfriend and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad news to Class 5As, We are currently unable to collect our Class-tees this week. So, you guys won't receive it on Monday as what Zubbie has initially promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We're supposed to go for the collection of Class-tees today at Fareast. Last minute, the plan cancelled. The uncle's really unreliable. Postponed again. Will keep you people updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patrick reached Bpp at 4pm. He received our text-message late and misunderstood what we mentioned. We pitied Patpat, so I came up with a plan for a movie date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PatPat waited for us for an hour. Zubbie and I met him at 1700 at interchange. We knew Pat must be darn mad with us but he somehow kept his emotions to himself. We had LongJohn for dinner. Guess what, I'd saw LeonCheng with his girlfriend, JingNi. I was so shocked &lt;em&gt;lah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched the movie Shooter. Ohmygod, the movie's so so awesome! Superbly awesome but it doesnt appeal to Patpat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He have to go home after the movie, I stayed at Town, waited for Boyfriend to end work. Zubbie didn't want to go too. We sent Patpat all the way to the Mrt and bid farewell. Poor patpat. He's looked so lost and shyly-cute. We took a picture of him , will upload it soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cabbed to Bpp, Some ang-moh smiled at me whilst we're in different cabs. I dont know why he'd smile at me. Maybe because he thought I was smiling at him as I was facing his direction?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So cute. I wanted to wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chilled at Starbucks, Bpp. Had hot caramel, rasberry frap, elcair, blueberries cheesecake and a cup of icewater. The blueberries cheesecake's taste pretty good. Will be back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1569828127596252320?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1569828127596252320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1569828127596252320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1569828127596252320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1569828127596252320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-news-to-class-5as-we-are-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3786318860602701079</id><published>2007-04-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:11:41.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;d be tangled together'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A flash flood of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've been together for 3Years and 5months . Despite the hicupps along the way, we are still going relatively strong. Be it colour arguments, heated disagreements and whatsoever , we're still oh-so in love. Right, boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At times, we'd get so sick with one another, we'd almost broke off. Almost, but never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We lasted til now. Some freaking 3years 5months it is,as mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, we'd have countless things to talk about. However, there's times when we'd both ran out of topics. You'd know what we'd be doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what had happened way back (flashback on some stuffs), Boyfriend, I'd still love you, always. I'll try to cherish you and our relationship as much as possible. I know our demanded expections and limits. You had better know them too. And remember the things we talked about last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! the first interest you had in me, the very first time, I can still remember it like it was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We manufactured love a few months later. Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyfriend and I made a pact !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams' coming in 2weeks time. I am still completely disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd stress over not studying smart and hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Napfa's around the corner too. Dang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3786318860602701079?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3786318860602701079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3786318860602701079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3786318860602701079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3786318860602701079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/flash-flood-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4102568596473206233</id><published>2007-04-11T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:29:26.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is ...&lt;br /&gt;... a wild ride&lt;br /&gt;... not picking the most expensive dish on the menu&lt;br /&gt;...day in and day out&lt;br /&gt;...what makes each day special&lt;br /&gt;...telling her she's beautiful in the morning&lt;br /&gt;...picking up after yourself&lt;br /&gt;...smiling at each other&lt;br /&gt;...winking at her over the morning paper&lt;br /&gt;...returning his car with a full tank&lt;br /&gt;...being the first thought that pops into his head&lt;br /&gt;...getting the tangles out of her hair&lt;br /&gt;...secretly altering your schedule so that you can meet&lt;br /&gt;...having his picture on your desk&lt;br /&gt;...breakfast in bed on saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;...doing the supermarket shopping on your way home from work&lt;br /&gt;...having a good mixer&lt;br /&gt;...someone who makes great pasta&lt;br /&gt;...shopping together on saturday&lt;br /&gt;...doing your bit&lt;br /&gt;...making bread together&lt;br /&gt;...doing the dready chores together&lt;br /&gt;...putting up with his singing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;...when he takes your pictures on his business trip&lt;br /&gt;...when "cold feet" are a cure for snoring&lt;br /&gt;...spelling "I love you" in scrabble&lt;br /&gt;...trying to get the hang of hanging paper&lt;br /&gt;...double the fun when you're together&lt;br /&gt;...hurrying to get home because you know he'll be there&lt;br /&gt;...giving him a back rub after a long day&lt;br /&gt;...being partners in grime&lt;br /&gt;...stopping his snores with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;...someone who cooks and cleans for you&lt;br /&gt;...when he does his share of the housework&lt;br /&gt;...forgetting the dishes every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;...secretly filling her tank&lt;br /&gt;...sharing your wrinkle prevention cream&lt;br /&gt;...phoning when you're late&lt;br /&gt;...waiting up when he's working overtime&lt;br /&gt;...spreading some real butter over his croissant&lt;br /&gt;...letting her take over the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;...not fighting over who gets the front page first&lt;br /&gt;...a message on the mirror&lt;br /&gt;...helping her hang new picture&lt;br /&gt;...someone to push your supermarket cart&lt;br /&gt;...doing things around the house&lt;br /&gt;...making sure she takes her vitamins&lt;br /&gt;...being a good neighbor&lt;br /&gt;...sending her a "smooch" from your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;..calmly going through the monthly bills together&lt;br /&gt;...not reading in bed for hours&lt;br /&gt;...what makes every day worth living&lt;br /&gt;...waiting for him&lt;br /&gt;... sticking a heat on his bumper&lt;br /&gt;...bringing her a pillow&lt;br /&gt;...making the most of a traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;...snuggling up together&lt;br /&gt;..having someone to bless you&lt;br /&gt;...giving her the pick of the bunch&lt;br /&gt;...someone without too many strings attached&lt;br /&gt;...making time to be together&lt;br /&gt;...giving thanks for everyday you've known each other&lt;br /&gt;...a regular bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;...helping with the homework&lt;br /&gt;...like blasting off&lt;br /&gt;...bringing in the harvest together&lt;br /&gt;...not minding if you catch his cold&lt;br /&gt;...when time drags on your own&lt;br /&gt;...a rose through your letter slot&lt;br /&gt;...playing fer favourite tunes in the car&lt;br /&gt;...wearing the dress he likes&lt;br /&gt;...knowing he's there&lt;br /&gt;...a lunch date that lasts through dinner&lt;br /&gt;...wnat gves you something to whistle about&lt;br /&gt;...not making so many demands&lt;br /&gt;...two mugs together&lt;br /&gt;...turning the other cheek&lt;br /&gt;...a phone call to chase away your blues&lt;br /&gt;...when your heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;...holding hands&lt;br /&gt;...when your heart sinks to your boots during an argument&lt;br /&gt;...asking her if she likes your aftershave&lt;br /&gt;...knowing that chivalry is not dead&lt;br /&gt;...finding a note on the fridge when you get home&lt;br /&gt;...paying him a compliment&lt;br /&gt;...putting your heads together&lt;br /&gt;...when he's your first and last thought of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued ...&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/19093092-4102568596473206233?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4102568596473206233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4102568596473206233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4102568596473206233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4102568596473206233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3138465460007429772</id><published>2007-04-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:03:34.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bitch and a half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd just covered one and a half hour of completing my homeworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The intensity of the splitting headache which I have since, is monstrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm inneed of a oh-so relaxing head massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't revise today. I seriously can't take that mind-blowing headache, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stress is definitely coming after me. I'd shall wish for the best for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend just gave me a call from work. Hearing his voice, was kind of soothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, it literally crease that stupid headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so into the right mood for hardcore revision actually. No, maybe just mediocre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This headache screwed everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I making it as an excuse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Random Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051412373202351858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rho4yja9NvI/AAAAAAAAASM/VlvgcyDCumE/s200/09-04-07_1848.1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051412373202351842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rho4yja9NuI/AAAAAAAAASE/ia6uT_7p3NY/s200/09-04-07_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051412368907384530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rho4yTa9NtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sqc-P8HvL1M/s200/09-04-07_1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051412686734964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rho5Eza9NwI/AAAAAAAAASU/NkdFitvAWT4/s200/09-04-07_1851.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3138465460007429772?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3138465460007429772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3138465460007429772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3138465460007429772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3138465460007429772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitch-and-half.html' title='A bitch and a half.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rho4yja9NvI/AAAAAAAAASM/VlvgcyDCumE/s72-c/09-04-07_1848.1.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6331890098854710259</id><published>2007-04-09T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:14:32.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men exist because a vibrator can&apos;t change a flat tire. On second thought I should just buy a AAA card..'/><title type='text'>The right lover is like a good bra: Supportive, close to the heart, and damned hard to find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow I'm getting real stress. About school, about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't focus in class. Well, particularly the lessons were so dull, while zubbie was half-asleep, I was stoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not stoning , I'd be thinking about other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learning Maths gave me a splitting headache.. I couldn't absorb locus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I be worrying then? Worrying for my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating sweets every now and then, was helpless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why am I fretting so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm trying to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Skip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have undone assigments. Incomplete notes dued to being absent. So basically, I have so much to do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why am I still blogging? Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, read my title and labels for this post. I found it in a book and I thought I should shared it. Its hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6331890098854710259?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6331890098854710259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6331890098854710259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6331890098854710259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6331890098854710259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/right-lover-is-like-good-bra-supportive.html' title='The right lover is like a good bra: Supportive, close to the heart, and damned hard to find.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7076550274619292833</id><published>2007-04-08T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:23:10.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Every atom of me missed Boyfriend.'/><title type='text'>Don't try to hard , bitch.</title><content type='html'>I'm get bored-out real fast these days. Then all I knew, I'd just be stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Mom lectured me early in the morning today. After all she said, I'd rephrased it. Mainly, she's just jealous because I don't spend time with her. Does that sound better, literally?&lt;br /&gt;We'd almost came up with a win-win situation but it was in vain after another disagreement. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Rachel and friends yesterday evening. Literally , I met new people. We had a pathetic PastaMania's  pizza. We walked around and basically talked about clubbing. Her friends are so into it. Waited for Boyfriend to end work, met his colleagues. Hello to acquaintances again.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped onto Rosa Raz, that crazy girl, at Town. Chatted with her at Msn later on, past midnight. Like, when we said we want to hangout, its seems so hard to, somehow or rather. The rest of our girl-talks , you should be less bothered of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7076550274619292833?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7076550274619292833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7076550274619292833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7076550274619292833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7076550274619292833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-try-to-hard-bitch.html' title='Don&apos;t try to hard , bitch.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8279470681145243900</id><published>2007-04-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:23:14.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I really enjoyed myself. Awesome.'/><title type='text'>A pang of regret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was one of the best chilled out day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, It rocks &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend, wanted to go Lot1 to get my Contactlenses done but was freak lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chilled at Boyfriend's crib instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched Babel. Pretty cool movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regretted not studying today, oh whatever. I shall study tomorrow.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow we decided to chill at Starbucks, we did. Such coincidence, the boys were around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, they're the best chilled-out mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd really laughed my ass off. They all are real humourous shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11pm then I decided to head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I missed Prisonbreak2. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-8279470681145243900?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8279470681145243900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8279470681145243900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8279470681145243900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8279470681145243900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/pang-of-regret.html' title='A pang of regret.'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-869355258465929289</id><published>2007-04-05T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:16:38.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is why I&apos;m hot'/><title type='text'>Admiration/Envious/jealousy stares. Do you think so?</title><content type='html'>Well, finally I've changed a different blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be using it for quite some time again. Maybe even longer than the previous skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech Day was boring. Sat together wit Nizam, Junchang and Ski. Great that friends are like just right beside. Now I could understand how is it like being a student audience.&lt;br /&gt;The past few years back, Ive been performing. Its sure  fun compared to just sit-stand-clap  repeating again and again. Oh great, the food sucked.&lt;br /&gt;There's one part where I feel kind of touch. It was when they were giving a speech about Ambrose.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Nothing else was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school and went to Bugis National Library to study.&lt;br /&gt;Zubbie and I studied for hours and hours. Literally, 11am to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;We'd completed a little of Maths and Poa revision.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, I borrowed books. Titled 'Love is ... a wild ride' and 'In his arms'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying, we headed to Town; Hmv.&lt;br /&gt;Right after Edc 's Roadshow. We'd saw some of the Singapore Idols and some Suria actors/singers , like close-ups.&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty cool &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Boyfriend to end work and have late lunch-cum-dinner at Macs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-869355258465929289?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/869355258465929289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=869355258465929289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/869355258465929289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/869355258465929289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/admirationenviousjealousy-stares-do-you.html' title='Admiration/Envious/jealousy stares. Do you think so?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-5899980241398495683</id><published>2007-04-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:02:58.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thoughts were far from pure.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, How dumb can I get?! - Everyone's telling that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I accidentally deleted all my contacts in my Cellphone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to like manually ask everyone in MSN to leave me their contact numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And all of you are real busybodies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's always a 'Why' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Jackasses , tag me with your contact number. If not add me at : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:beachybabe_stepjambu@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beachybabe_stepjambu@hotmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and tell me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really would appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend 15minutes ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a quickie-chat. Somethings he says just pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm rather not-so-cool about just now, Shariffi Bin Sa'adon, if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's lan gaming soon with his bunch of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting so haughty already just because you're changing, for the better/worst?! Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just want you on Thursday, to talk to fret to stress on every emotions you'd left me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good riddance , its half-school on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, you know what, thanks a fucking lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-5899980241398495683?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/5899980241398495683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=5899980241398495683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5899980241398495683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/5899980241398495683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-how-dumb-can-i-get-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-8605546170056319047</id><published>2007-04-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:51:58.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So coincidentally , Zubbie and I wore Green tops and Black shorts with Havaianas Flojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We both were freak shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughed like mad at the Bus-stop. And with our impure dumbness , we boarded 184 that went to Bpp Interchange NOT Clementi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Changed Bus184 which goes by Clementi route and had our eyebrows threaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It looks so neat and hot now, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trained to Jurong Point, Zubbie purchased a pair of Converse Shoe, headed back to Bpp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chilled at Starbucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked about stuffs. A little of my dirty secrets being shared with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We laughed at our stupidity since Secondary one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We gossiped about some girls and lads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It all ended on a happy note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend surprised me at my doorstep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I missed him very much, indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's all cool now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-8605546170056319047?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/8605546170056319047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=8605546170056319047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8605546170056319047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/8605546170056319047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-coincidentally-zubbie-and-i-wore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-6830375144138077202</id><published>2007-04-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:56:20.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His clothes reeked vomits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smokes and liquor.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg6SVRlxMzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLPEdBNGNYw/s1600-h/31-03-07_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048133126525629234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg6SVRlxMzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLPEdBNGNYw/s200/31-03-07_2102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'd never feel what I'd experienced this very night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Boyfriend in the afternoon, headed to VivoC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Initially we wanted to catch a movie , tickets were all sold out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We then began to window-shop almost every store in VivoC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And again, I cant find the lust items that I want. Totally none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We ate at Secret Recipe, the food's great, the cakes were awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hanged out at VivoC until 8pm, we left for MarinaSquare to meet Boyfriend's friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cant believe that I could hang out with such people I usually be disgusted at, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shit, I really did hanged out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New friends? Nah, I dont fancy them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They purchased a bottle of liquor, Coke and packs. I followed suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chilled at some corner of MarinaSquare and bottle's up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a drink-smoke fest. Definitely no make-outs included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boyfriend drank a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some bartender he is, shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He had an hangover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walked to Esplanade, chilled by the centre stage. After the whole 'live' band songs, we sat by the sea. Barely sat for 5 minutes, Boyfriend decided to make a move. Half way whilst walking towards the Bus-stop. Damn, he puked. Real bad. I was like Holy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rushed for 7ooA, he puked in the bus. Sick! That's the most disgusting thing Ive ever seen in my life. He continued puking like mad. Worst still, we alighted the bus without cleaning the mess up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know, Its so irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am embarrassed. Whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He doesnt seemed to care at all. Apparently I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sat down under my block, called Suhaimi to take a cab down to pick him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow he's starting his first day at FlashNSplash. Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive never seen him in such a state before, seriously I didnt know what to do. I freaked a moment. Oh boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today's outing was oh-so great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-6830375144138077202?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/6830375144138077202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=6830375144138077202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6830375144138077202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/6830375144138077202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/04/youd-never-feel-what-id-experienced.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg6SVRlxMzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/vLPEdBNGNYw/s72-c/31-03-07_2102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-4928014501545465482</id><published>2007-03-31T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:51:42.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cancelled going FabulousTan with Ed , cancelled meeting up with Zubbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I apologized to Ed for the late reply and stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh boy, Im cropped up with some stuffs that I'd to miss those two dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-4928014501545465482?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/4928014501545465482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=4928014501545465482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4928014501545465482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/4928014501545465482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cancelled-going-fabuloustan-with-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-2743919599998049505</id><published>2007-03-31T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:34:18.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh-so not satisfiying results.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Ca1 results' a crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All except for one scored a grade of c5. Borderline grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amusingly, my combine humanities has a grade of A2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ms Yong asked me to score A2 for every subject, starting with 2hours revision a day excluding homeworks. Then increase the hours of studying week by week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A2s aren't that simple to achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her I'd start on April the 1st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today's the last day for me to like enjoy myself impurely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-2743919599998049505?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/2743919599998049505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=2743919599998049505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2743919599998049505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/2743919599998049505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-ca1-results-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-446624416350993081</id><published>2007-03-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:38:50.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange enough we have heads turning twice everywhere around us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg0b9hlxMyI/AAAAAAAAARs/QufPOZuRiV4/s1600-h/30-03-07_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047721501154947874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg0b9hlxMyI/AAAAAAAAARs/QufPOZuRiV4/s200/30-03-07_1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it just Boyfriend&amp;I or its about those people who kept staring at us?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since Boyfriend and I met up after school, whilst at Bpp, many kept staring at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the bus , as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting for a cab too, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when his family and I ate at Banquet in the evening , the intensity of stares were real high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met Irmandi, Alumi . Old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just wondering whether if its Envious/Jealousy/Hatred stares, whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We walked home. Midst the walk, I chased  Boyfriend , I'd almost caught up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later then, Boyfriend chased after me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so wacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/19093092-446624416350993081?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/446624416350993081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=446624416350993081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/446624416350993081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/446624416350993081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-just-boyfriend-or-its-about-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/Rg0b9hlxMyI/AAAAAAAAARs/QufPOZuRiV4/s72-c/30-03-07_1641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7471077217529562464</id><published>2007-03-30T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:24:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, Boyfriend picked me up from school today , we went straight to Bpp for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend told me about his bizzare dream that seemed oh-so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;And I totally freaked for a second.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's being hired at FlashNSplash. Its so not confirm yet, they still have to go through 2nd interview/orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he gets the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selected as Student Audience for SpeechDay. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Nizam, Ski, JunChang and I .&lt;br /&gt;We have to don our school tie on the next rehearsal, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;3 Solid hours of pure boredom, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a pretty long weekend next week, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You made me noticed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His smokin' eyes looked me in the eye for that second or two, when I was walking up that flight of stairs. We immediately glanced away. Somehow I feel a tinge of hotness towards him. He's killer cute, in that stuck-up sort of way. Oh well, he's just purely a eyecandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boyfriend just called me up, he said he's starting work on Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meeting up again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lusting for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contactlenses ( Grey/Green, transparent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Volcom belt 69$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fringe rebonding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repair watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; to be updated soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit. Why am I lusting for shopping? I should be concentrating on my O's. Fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7471077217529562464?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7471077217529562464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7471077217529562464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7471077217529562464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7471077217529562464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-boyfriend-picked-me-up-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-7199717744710224742</id><published>2007-03-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:16:59.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And again, I received a Straw heart from LiangJoo. A red one, this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Ken Ng winked at me when I smile oh-so widely , Wanie was asking me 'why didnt he winked at her instead?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was really god damn disappointed in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn, you ought to feel gulity fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I able to trust you that much again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously, goddamn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-7199717744710224742?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/7199717744710224742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=7199717744710224742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7199717744710224742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/7199717744710224742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-again-i-received-straw-heart-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3566402659345051044</id><published>2007-03-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:25:06.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally , Its Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enough of school's not-so-intersting lessons for this whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;LiangJoo gave me a strawheart after school when I squeezed into him and his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He yelled my name so loudly as if I was metres away, fact that , Im just right beside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He asked for my hand, I reluctantly raised it up. He gave me a heart as mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like 'fucker, whats the heart for?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it was from a gift from his admirer that he didnt fancied therefore he gave me the heart. He said no. He said he made it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's really hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew he's like playing the fool, apparently I was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He made straw heart(s) , hiden in his pocket, to give to girls. I was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it was kind of cute. That fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meeting the boys later again, Dan and L. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Study Session again but this time, at Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And im trading in my SamsungE730 to Motorola V3(Red) and upgrading my Starhub plan too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait for a new cellphone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Laters Jackasses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-3566402659345051044?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3566402659345051044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3566402659345051044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3566402659345051044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3566402659345051044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1763889968936096677</id><published>2007-03-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:02:12.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Every atom of me missed him.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I started with a genuine "Im sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend and I are cool now. Like, back to norm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We talked a lot, more than usuals, today. Its a whole lot more. Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I definitely liked today's talk. So does he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chilled at his crib after school, then left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I bummed a ciggi , inhaled like it was the healthiest thing a person could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1763889968936096677?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1763889968936096677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1763889968936096677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1763889968936096677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1763889968936096677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-started-with-genuine-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-500420128736663985</id><published>2007-03-21T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:47:24.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotten back my Sciences Ca1 results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im cool with Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I expected a lot more from Physics, I'm pretty good at it. I just failed Physics paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No need for excuses like careless mistakes or what. Pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I failed physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Going studying with the boys; Dan and L later at Mosburger/Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait, have I completed the rest of my homeworks? I have a thick stack of them, including the Lms ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-500420128736663985?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/500420128736663985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=500420128736663985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/500420128736663985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/500420128736663985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/gotten-back-my-sciences-ca1-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-3575146293047844409</id><published>2007-03-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:35:22.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yesterday, after  the whole Lms thing. Girlfriends, Boyfriend and I met up at Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole process should actually end on a happy note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it did for the girls but not for Boyfriend and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our arguements heated up right after - . Girlfriends know a little about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im at fault actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;[Pictures coming right up, stay tuned.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RgDdq854zNI/AAAAAAAAARg/kocR6hC7MEw/s1600-h/orlando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044275312628124882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RgDdq854zNI/AAAAAAAAARg/kocR6hC7MEw/s200/orlando2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RgDdSM54zMI/AAAAAAAAARY/BncJQAdutWM/s1600-h/orlando1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044274887426362562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RgDdSM54zMI/AAAAAAAAARY/BncJQAdutWM/s200/orlando1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, that's Orlando Bloom. The Picture that protrayed his chest, that's seriously oh-so sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zubbie will definitely go gaga over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I guess I never really understood the whole chicks with dicks thing, but to each his own" [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kennethinthe212.blogspot.com/2007/03/orlando-bloom-does-vman.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"these pics look like he's trying to do his best Johnny Depp impersonation"[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/19093092-3575146293047844409?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/3575146293047844409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=3575146293047844409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3575146293047844409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/3575146293047844409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-yesterday-after-whole-lms-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkKz592_Rdc/RgDdq854zNI/AAAAAAAAARg/kocR6hC7MEw/s72-c/orlando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19093092.post-1918290967883677657</id><published>2007-03-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:31:25.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ive to get it right.Its not about datings nor dressingup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its about studying hard with a tinge or play hard in it.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom might be considering moving into a Condominium.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are really 'put in a tight spot' because of our dogs and some nosey neighbors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unwilling to give up our dogs, we'll just move, most to most . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until we can sell our flat and make a profit, enough to pay for a Condo then problem settled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just cant bear to let my favourite pet being forced to abandon to Spca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But condominiums , they are relatively smaller and much more expensive. And talking about accessibility, BukitPanjang ones almost sucked. Other places Ive no comments yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hide and seek is so hard to play, at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's one of fews to settle the problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Boyfriend came later than I expected. We talked. I realized. I understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And we're fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I wished for empty promises no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss the good ol' days. Those really pure ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Followed up with my remaining homeworks. Completed not all of them. Apparently I left half pages of some in school. Zubbie's asking me accompany her to go Town/Queensway tomorrow for the making of ClassTee shirt. Its really a hassle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont see a need for classTee though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe for memoirs purpose she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19093092-1918290967883677657?l=wickedhottie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/feeds/1918290967883677657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19093092&amp;postID=1918290967883677657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1918290967883677657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19093092/posts/default/1918290967883677657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedhottie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/mom-might-be-considering-moving-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11088583560538072514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
