<?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-9330259</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:36:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fryingpants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115988672082258684</id><published>2006-10-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:45:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon voyage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115988672082258684?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115988672082258684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115988672082258684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115988672082258684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115988672082258684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115988672082258684' title='Bon voyage.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115943918001739552</id><published>2006-09-28T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:08:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While it lasts.</title><content type='html'>This is going to be my last entry then this blog will cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was homebound today. Thank you for sending me dinner and for the lovely gift. I really appreciate the kindness you've shown me. I may not have been the best friend, ignoring you and pushing away your persistent concern and I'm truly apologetic about it. Blame it on my stupid mind, who fails to see who's really nice and who's not. Its been awhile since I felt touched. Thank you. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling out of sorts lately. Coupled with my fishball eyes. Thankfully there's no one to attract or I have to wear shades permanently. I hope I'm dying from some rare disease then maybe it'd make my pain go away. HAHA! I so wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is pretty sad that my last entry is so sad. Lol! Do not laugh at my extremely limited vocabularly please. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To you, you've made this week hell for me. Its been hard going through the days, not knowing, only hoping. All hope's lost. You left this huge void in me. I feel cheated and oh so stupid. Perhaps its karma, but I only hope the pain goes away soon. You owe it to me to leave me alone. Go back to your life of deceit but I wish the next one luck. Change for the better, don't make the same mistake twice. I know I won't. I thought you were my best friend, you were supposed to be but I guess not. You never were anyways, come to think of it. I made the effort, you didn't you liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid my readers farewell and maybe, some lucky readers will get the new address. If and only if I permit it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios for the last time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115943918001739552?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115943918001739552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115943918001739552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115943918001739552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115943918001739552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115943918001739552' title='While it lasts.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115936474991139405</id><published>2006-09-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:45:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaint me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;LONG LONG ENTRY AHEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluek! I sounded so darn childish in my previous entry but wtf. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day full of... weird happenings I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look worse now. ): I destroyed my hair. Thankfully I've to tie it in school or I'd kill myself already. Sigh! I shall destroy Kimage's name. That hair salon sucks. Service wise, it fails big time I tell you. Its really that damn bad. Lol! ):&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my mum finally allowed me to chop my hair off but I'm hesitating. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, digressing a little, I shall back track for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my darling girlfriend's birthday. That biatch is officially 18 and I'm not! How unfair! ):&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with her, treated her to dinner at this cute outdoor restaurant, Bliss, and the food wasn't that bad. Except the brownie sucked big time. Lol! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself and send me the pictures we took! Hope my small present was enough. Ok la, definitely smaller then Corde's one but... HAHA! In my defense, its the thought that counts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! If you ever take my KAI top, you better better not spoil it. No getting alcohol spilled or the string fraying ok? Don't say I never warn you ar. Hehe! I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having so much fun with Lucy.D and Adeline. I forgot her name. Oops! And, might I add, I saw a delectable eye candy eating there too. Lol! BUT! He's an NS man. Not good! We had a ball of fun and pictures of it can be viewed below. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Carina was testing us on Monday this little quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you were in a forest, what would be the first animal you see?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the second animal you would see?&lt;br /&gt;3. If you see a house, would you approach it or walk away?&lt;br /&gt;4. There is a table in the house, what shape is it?&lt;br /&gt;5. There is a flower vase on the table, what is it made of?&lt;br /&gt;6. In the flower vase, how many stalks of flowers are there?&lt;br /&gt;7. When you open the door, you see a waterfall, what is the magnitude of it on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try it out. 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That's the animal you see yourself as.&lt;br /&gt;2. That's the animal your spouse would be like.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you go to the house it means if you see someone you like, you would approach them. If you walk away from the house, you'd do that when you see someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;4. If the table has no sharp edges, i.e. rounded, it means you're open minded. If it has sharp edges, you're old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;5. The material the vase is made of is how fragile your heart is.&lt;br /&gt;6. The number of stalks of flowers is how many people you would love in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;7. The higher the magnitude of the waterfall, the more sexually active you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Hope that provided some cheap thrill for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;I am so so disappointed in you, you and you. And yes, it is several people I'm mentioning. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Like life isn't complicated enough, more shit has to be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've good news though. I'm pretty sure Spidey knows I exist. I swear! LOL! I hope so, given what Addy told me. Oh, let it be true. Hehe! At least I know he knows I exist. And I do get a cheap thrill out of it. I dreamt of him last night too k, it was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, promos are next week and no, I haven't been studying. I'm such a lazy bum bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I over-analyzing it? I swear, I really don't like you. You broke my heart and its made of glass you kukunadan. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come nobody has 'serenaded' me under my pathetic HDB flat? ROFL! Imagine the sight. Doubt I can hear anything also. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'll go watch tv and wait for hot hot Mr.Miller to come on the telly and turn me on. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the snapshots below, courtesy of me and Carina's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/SP_A0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/SP_A0034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy addy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/SP_A0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/SP_A0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I really look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its not fair because her cheeks are bigger and nicer. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! Mine can only expand so much! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the horrible chair getting my hair destroyed. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie at her fatty cheeks. I WANNA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/SP_A0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/SP_A0026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks more like a monkey doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/SP_A0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/SP_A0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! This will beat all my other nightmares. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image012.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Nirmal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image010.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, we can be intellectual. TRYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab sab sab! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image007.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got caught stuffing food into my mouth. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios then! Hope no one left halfway! LOL! :D&lt;br /&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/9330259-115936474991139405?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115936474991139405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115936474991139405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115936474991139405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115936474991139405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115936474991139405' title='Unsaint me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115908798808083091</id><published>2006-09-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:24:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent wishes.</title><content type='html'>I hate Xavier. He's a useless boyfriend. He rather spend hours online playing DOTA with my brother then come spend time with me. I hate you!!!! HATE HATE HATE! Don't speak to me because I'm too busy playing too to even talk to you. Go fuck off seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a such grouchy mood. I've been sick for the past 2 days. MY OWN BOYFRIEND IS NOT PAMPERING ME! HMPF! I might as well have no boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is so wasted I swear. Ok, except for surprising Callix but she didn't seem that surprised in the end. Sigh. Feels like wasted efforts. I didn't even have mood to go shopping. That is so weird. And and, I had the worse dinner ever last night. He decided to spurgle once again after our hawker food marathon and we had Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao for dinner. Yuck! I hated it. Chinese food sucks I swear, I don't like it. I don't know how that Xia Xue can publicize it on her blog as damn nice. Nice my ass. Lol! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have history to complete and I haven't studied anything this past 2 days!!!! Urgh! I think the late nights put into WR has taken a toil on me. I hate hate WR but thank God its over. I pray we at least get a high ME. But, if I don't then... I'll slap that bitch real hard. If she gets higher then me overall too. HAHA! Her uterus would be gone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a sudden craving for Blueberry buns, Chocolate buns and sweet crossiant from this quaint lil Japanese deli at Holland Village. Anyone care to deliver a truckload full of it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to hanging with the Tempuras. I miss you guys! Esp the impromptu concerts given by Unagi. Go Chen Wei Lian. HAHA! Did I get that right?&lt;br /&gt;And Lucy.D, no more tension already ar, end month's approaching. No majoy blow-ups. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the next box of tissues are waiting for me already. I need some major TLC. Time to find comfort in Anna. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think Corde is the luckiest of us all in relationships. If only my own boyfriend was enthusiatic about meeting me as and when possible. Count your lucky stars babe. Guys like that, even if possessive don't come by easily. I can't wait to find my knight in shining armour seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115908798808083091?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115908798808083091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115908798808083091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115908798808083091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115908798808083091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115908798808083091' title='Silent wishes.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115875637949176898</id><published>2006-09-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:46:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pout your lips for me.</title><content type='html'>L. Pearl, that's me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to thank the Tempuras for a great  week thus far. You make me smile! Even smerry. Haha! School has been tolerable thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat to this effect.&lt;br /&gt;My stupid sister: Someone misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid sister: My boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *curses aloud* Ok la, nobody miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, someone does miss me, Anna! She said it herself, just yesterday only. ((: A girl's still human and someone's better than no one. Haha! I'm not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a new eye candy. Hehe! Spiderman has taken a backseat. Too bad. Now I like Mr.Mysterious. He keeps to himself alot. Sigh! But then ar, I vowed never to date a quiet guy. I rather date a noisy one. After Mr.X, I've had it. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have passed so fast. How is it you never said those things to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLIXTA WONG KAI LI!!! I book you next Tuesday for dinner after I finish school ar, don't you dare say NO! I miss you tons and tons and tons. We need to meet up girlfriend. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go bury my head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a floorball haitus. I hope when I resume again my skills won't be that bad. I shall train as winger, less on defence. I've always been scared of balls anyways. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115875637949176898?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115875637949176898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115875637949176898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115875637949176898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115875637949176898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115875637949176898' title='Pout your lips for me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115867177945791403</id><published>2006-09-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:16:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swiss peas.</title><content type='html'>9/11 tape was so so sad. Urgh! It only makes you wish evil didn't exist. Who deserves to die like that? Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, we covered so many topics of conversations today. I feel so.... close now. Hehe! Tempuras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs lecture was... Oh Lucy.D! Help me won't you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't judge. I won't judge you if you won't judge me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact about me.&lt;br /&gt;I love that smell when you take that first whift of air into your lungs when you step into the library. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't love you forever. You take so much out of me and vice versa.  SEENILDT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond sleep deprived. And you, Ms-Know-It-All slutface, stay out of my way! You've been warned. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115867177945791403?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115867177945791403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115867177945791403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115867177945791403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115867177945791403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115867177945791403' title='Swiss peas.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115858651380420549</id><published>2006-09-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:38:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempuras.</title><content type='html'>I don't like Sakae Tempura. Lil nit wants out of the Tempuras? You're so dead. Its not everyday we even include anyone into our little Tempura gathering. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change to winger from now on. I am aggressive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinesh left today. That really sucks. I'm gonna miss that techno fanatic. I swear, that guy can provide the laughs around the class. What a pity la. And more and more people whom I actually like wants out too. Why can't it be the disgusting people that gets out? grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. No Monday blues for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the Blues won the Reds last night? In your face Liverpool fans. HAHA! You heard that Sam ans Saha? Both names start with 'S' somemore. Tsk! BAD CHOICE AR!!! Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115858651380420549?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115858651380420549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115858651380420549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115858651380420549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115858651380420549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115858651380420549' title='Tempuras.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115842316327487945</id><published>2006-09-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:12:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream fudge.</title><content type='html'>Nobody understood my entry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's the whole point, the vagueness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day today. The cow slept on my bed for so long!  He could actually sleep through my sister and brother watching a movie and making a small racket. HAHA!  Tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must stop eating and eating so much. Sigh! I need to lose weight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115842316327487945?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115842316327487945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115842316327487945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115842316327487945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115842316327487945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115842316327487945' title='Cream fudge.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115833620177455729</id><published>2006-09-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:03:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper stickers.</title><content type='html'>I love the Tempuras! :D Girls and boys alike. And suddenly we have a new addiction. The pai kia. Or however you spell it. Haha! Lucy Diamonds (Cheenapok), let's all get names. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea versus Liverpool. Make your bets. If you're smart, choose the Blues. This time victory will be theirs. Go BALLACK! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tullulah, during econs lecture don't remind me of ***. Shucks! Now I feel watched. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115833620177455729?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115833620177455729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115833620177455729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115833620177455729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115833620177455729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115833620177455729' title='Bumper stickers.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115787765188761125</id><published>2006-09-10T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:40:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet retreat.</title><content type='html'>I'm deliriously happy right now. I miss the little bugger so much. Last night was great. We ate till we wanted to puke and caught a movie. I love you oh so muchie. I'm glad I'm happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna focus on the now with us and not the future. I don't wanna think so far ahead only to have everything backfire in my face. And so, right here right now, I love you Xavier Ho! I'm glad you're mine and I'm yours. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Callix, if you're ever feeling bored once Terry enlists, call me up k? ME you hear? HAHA! I will make time for you! :D I'll drag Xav along if I have to. HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should probably get started on my stupid work. And jie, please help me download Microsoft Word and Powerpoint etc, my account don't have. ): I can't do my pw! Oh and add your blog link? I forgot already. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I did buy you underwear. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to smiling stupidly at my phone. Haha! I can't wait to see you dear! I don't care, don't do project work on Wednesday, do it on Monday or Tuesday after school when I don't have to see you. Or even Thursday and the whole of Friday since you got no school. LOL! Wednesday is the only day I finish early k? Love love love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a silly goon so suddenly madly in love yet again. I like the bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115787765188761125?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115787765188761125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115787765188761125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115787765188761125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115787765188761125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115787765188761125' title='Sweet retreat.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115778474528132450</id><published>2006-09-09T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T16:04:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity.</title><content type='html'>MUAHAHAHAHA! I'm back. Screw the last entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, except for the part about me finding a hot new girl for myself. Yum yum! I sound like a pervert la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a big loser! ): This is the second Saturday I'm staying home again la. Likw wtf. I've no social life I swear. Bloody hell! I'm beyong peeved. Why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to get into MOS failed yet again. Bloody fuck! Stupid man sucks I tell you. Sigh, wasted my time. Why is it only when Xav and his friends book a private room then I can get in? Bah! Money suckers. Bleuk! The other club sucked big time too. All the sleezy men. And Xav got pissed because the guy danced too close once too many times and shoved him. Tense man I swear. I'm sorry! I so moved away the moment a guy came near. But you should be lucky, no cute guy also. HAHA! And and and, I didn't get pissed ass drunk. I only had 3 cups la. Sigh! And Sam hates Gin Tonic. I love it. (: I reached home so freaking late but didn't get any scolding. Now how fab is that? It was almost pre-dawn in another 2 and a half hours. Hehe! But, good to see Meryl and Natasha. Clubbing again in dec. This time, we'll all be officially legal. Coolness! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I'm 18. Sweet sweet 18. We'll party till dawn if we can. Callix, you promised me yea? Love you babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn weather's disgustingly hot. And I hate how my dogs demand to get walked. Urgh! I'm sweating like a roasting pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting again in 2 days. Whatever happened to my one week break? AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I haven't done my homework or even studied. I've been a lazy girl. Bad bad! Retaining is top of my list now. I hate school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me mad, that I can't listen to music because my sis's lappy spoilt and EVERYTHING is fucking gone. My photos, years and years of photos with the babes. FUCK!!! ): And not to mention all the songs, my files. Shucks. Thinking about it is making me depressed yet again. Sheesh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And its my pops birthday today. We celebrated it yesterday at Paramount hotel's restaurant. The dim sum's ok only la, not that fantastic. Thanks dear for paying for lunch. Now you're completely broke. Haha! I love my silly cow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going going GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115778474528132450?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115778474528132450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115778474528132450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115778474528132450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115778474528132450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115778474528132450' title='Simplicity.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115760770635586932</id><published>2006-09-07T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:44:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sense of finality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought you said no, but you didn't. You agreed. Incredulous but I deserve it. Hell, I asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a break is the prelude to a break up. How uncanny but absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel? I feel empty and cold. Its gonna be so hard but the pain comes first then it numbs and with a little more time, it'll be all but gone. I wonder if I'll reach there by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people can't read minds but sometimes, I wish we could. So you know how I feel but you probably never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be fine before me. I know it. I'm sure you find the proper one soon. Blimey! I pray you do then you fully realise the wreck I am. God Bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning lesbian as of today. Find me a pretty girl. Long flowly hair please. Mine's gonna be all gone pretty soon. (: I'm highly single and available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shrink for like the thousand time already. Anyone got the YellowPages to spare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so random but Bryan Adam's 'When You Love Someone' is stuck in my head. Is it a sign? Nah! As if. I'm disillusional enough as it is. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I find my salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my main purpose here is to say, I'm off on a haitus for hmm, 3 weeks? Then maybe eradicate this useless blog. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then readers, have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115760770635586932?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115760770635586932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115760770635586932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115760770635586932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115760770635586932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115760770635586932' title='A sense of finality.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115755388781997352</id><published>2006-09-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:44:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberation.</title><content type='html'>Ben showed me a newspaper article today about finding happiness. Thank you for that. But I still think I need a shrink more badly. I'm unhappy all the time, WHY?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much today! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bubble tub filled with orange soap. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115755388781997352?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115755388781997352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115755388781997352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115755388781997352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115755388781997352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115755388781997352' title='Liberation.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115747250902380509</id><published>2006-09-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:08:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose bud.</title><content type='html'>I spent a good what, 15 minutes watching a cockroach try to carry a peanut and stuff it into a hole in the wall. Pretty smart cockroach I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is tough. HAHA! I will never be a cheerleader. Never. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad today. I  made Sam sad too.  I'm sorry. I was having a bad day. I probably woke up from the wrong side of bed. Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom reigns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;11 layers of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danielle Kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Birth date:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6th Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Current location:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair colour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown, black and white. HEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Righty or lefty:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sagittarius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your heritage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peranakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your fears: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worms, snakes, falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your weakness:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your perfect pizza:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken and lots and lots of good ole cheese. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your ambition:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmm. pilot, lawyer or therapist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 more minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your best physical feature:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your bedtime:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your most missed memory:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my secondary school days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pepsi all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Macdonald's or Burger King:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Single or group dates:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Addidas or Nike:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addidas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lipton tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuppucino or Coffee:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smoke:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Take a shower:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Have a crush: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Think you have been in love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking is one thing only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Want to get married: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Believe in yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Think you are a health freak:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell no! I'm a certified fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER SIX:  IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Drank alcohol:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gone to the mall:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Been on stage:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wedding count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Eaten sushi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, just yesterday in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Been dumped:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gone skating:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dyed your hair: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Played a stripping game: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No but I would like to try it one day. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gotten beaten up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope, but soon I'll bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadly, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Age you're hoping to get married:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER NINE: IN GIRL/GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Best eye colour: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown, green, blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Best hair colour:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Short or long hair:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1 minute ago: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1 hour ago:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stoning in a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1 day ago:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;towning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1 year ago:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mugging for Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAYER ELEVEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I LOVE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I FEEL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired, tired and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I HATE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling hungry at all the wrong times and thinking way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I HIDE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my feelings when i'm sad or angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I MISS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I NEED: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a reason to live or I'd kill myself soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to see a shrink. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115747250902380509?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115747250902380509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115747250902380509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115747250902380509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115747250902380509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115747250902380509' title='Rose bud.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115738178704921429</id><published>2006-09-04T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:07:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long haul.</title><content type='html'>I got something new!!! Yay! I love my daddy. But, it came with terms and conditions. Sigh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and  more problems. I'm sorry you're not the best. You weren't as funny or romantic as A and H. But then again, I'll never match up with her. She's probably like perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make a list of things I know about you and sadly, its very short. WHY????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115738178704921429?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115738178704921429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115738178704921429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115738178704921429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115738178704921429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115738178704921429' title='Long haul.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115721898356340327</id><published>2006-09-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:43:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management.</title><content type='html'>I hate Andrews. I've never met a nice one. Andrew Ip Jowa is a jerk. KNN!!! I'm so fucking pissed. I seem to be an angry person these few days. Stop talking to my friends, they're MY friends, not yours. We broke up already. URGH! Aren't you glad we did. So now you're a rich bastard again. Living the life huh? Grass is always greener on the other side. OH WOWIW! Lucky you. Piece of monkey turd. Go find another girl then. I cannot believe I believed the bullshit stunt you pulled on me and then go tell my best friend all those shit. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm beyond stupid. I will never trust you again. Fucking hell!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115721898356340327?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115721898356340327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115721898356340327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115721898356340327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115721898356340327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115721898356340327' title='Anger Management.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115718250820407319</id><published>2006-09-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:35:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked Shingles.</title><content type='html'>Urgh! Its a lovely Saturday with good weather and I'm alone at home. I think that's pretty darn sad la. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is driving me mad. Ask her to tell me how to get to gardens and she refuses to reply me. Hmpf! I don't wanna be late for game time. I've got lots of spare energy to release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying helps. I feel like a cry baby. Thankfully no one ever sees it, or I shoot myself. Its quite weak to cry in front of someone don't you think? My mama always said to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. I'm bad at relationships. Do you believe in astrology? I do. As a matter of fact, Scorpios and Sagittarius are not compatible. And yet I stupidly go find one. I should stop dating and maybe enter nunhood. I shall abstain from going into relationships after this one. Its flame is dwindling. I hate relationships. I'm so envious of my 2 sisters. How come I turned out wrong? Dumb shit. Cheesepie kia. I'm so fucking angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and get shit ass wasted. Callix, make yourself free. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lame ass stupid entry that is so totally random and a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115718250820407319?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115718250820407319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115718250820407319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115718250820407319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115718250820407319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115718250820407319' title='Cracked Shingles.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115712657457162942</id><published>2006-09-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:06:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey falls.</title><content type='html'>I had a fun fun fun time today with Carina and Sabrina. Madness I say. We did all the funny and lame things. Thank you for today guys. I ate like a pig and walked till my muscles ached like a bitch. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Why are women like laxative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because they irritate the shit out of you. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jokes. They make me laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a lazy lazy girl. I need to start doing my homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 months and I still know nothing about you. Wtf am I doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115712657457162942?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115712657457162942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115712657457162942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115712657457162942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115712657457162942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115712657457162942' title='Donkey falls.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115693843886561910</id><published>2006-08-30T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:47:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sear fried.</title><content type='html'>A wet wet day. I don't like. ):&lt;br /&gt;I think the 4 of us have become Bingo addicts today. Haha! I felt like an old lady at some community centre. But, it was lots of fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to bake today after so long. HAHA! It was a failure. Well, most of it anyways. First batch sucked because I added in like a good 150g extra cocoa powder. Lol! I seriously need to invest in a weighing machine.  Too bad Xav only helped to make the first batch. His mum wanted him home. I know earlier don't meet him, he had to take a cab and rush home. Wth! Waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate home now. Mum's pissing me off. I don't know the difference between the dog's towels and the dish towels. They're all the freaking same. Someone ought to label them so at least I know. At least I help with the fucking housework. House's a damn pigsty I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115693843886561910?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115693843886561910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115693843886561910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115693843886561910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115693843886561910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115693843886561910' title='Sear fried.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115686128342777510</id><published>2006-08-29T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:44:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch politics.</title><content type='html'>And I start off my school day fine till towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO RANT SO BEAR WITH IT. IF NOT, JUST LEAVE. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're a whole lot of bloody hypocrites in yj. The school sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;So to C, I don't give 2 shits about you dating a girl. Is it my fucking problem? NO! I'm the mastermind in getting Ben to spread rumors about you? You so wish. Like I waste my time doing petty bullshit like that. Have I ever even said one bleeding word to you? N-O! So don't go around tarnishing my already screwed reputation. No thanks to she. For all you know people are feeding you wrong information. Stay out of my life! I don't even care about yours, don't think so highly of yourself. And then there's she. She knows about what happened between Andrew and Xavier. So you fucking better stop telling people what happened. Its my own freaking business. At least I don't cheat. I do it the right way. Speak for yourself. I'm not a flirt, as compared to your best friend. She's worse than me if you can even expand your narrow mind that much. Ben's NOT a dog. We're friends. If you see people of the opposite sex as having something going on then I say your mind needs even more widening. Cheesepie! Why are people such jerks? Have you nothing better to do but spread malicious rumours? URGH!!! Piss me off only. I only want to keep a low profile. Who gives two fucks about being popular. Come on, I just want to get the fucking 'A' level cert and get the hell out of the damn school. I wish people would stop talking about me. I don't even know most of you. Hello!!! What the fuck did I even do la. KNN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF STUPID YJC. DON'T ANYONE EVER GO THERE. STAY AS FAR AWAY FROM IT AS POSSIBLE. THERE'S A REAL WARNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115686128342777510?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115686128342777510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115686128342777510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115686128342777510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115686128342777510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115686128342777510' title='Bitch politics.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115677915664735087</id><published>2006-08-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:32:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this away.</title><content type='html'>My sister left today!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a fucking baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Callix, Maurice is leaving tomorrow morning at 4am. HAHA! He's going back to Miami too. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so lonely today. I don't have anyone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you bottle up all your feelings inside, it will finally explode and mine did. I hate emotions. If I had a wish, I would want to be emotional-less. Cruel as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! More homework to complete. And I thought I could hit the sack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115677915664735087?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115677915664735087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115677915664735087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115677915664735087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115677915664735087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115677915664735087' title='Take this away.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115633761889595217</id><published>2006-08-23T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:53:38.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate in a tutu.</title><content type='html'>There're alot of selfish people out there. One can't even get simple help for something. Wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Singh gave a talk today after school. All the sports CCA people attended I think. Not a bad talk, motivational. And I just read this article in Reader's Digest about someone left paralysed and turned his life around for the better. Doesn't it tell you something then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilovetheairport.Itsacoolplacetobe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my soul back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long more can you take? My cold shoulder ain't thwarting soon. Leave me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need REST. So badly. My patience is wearing oh so thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115633761889595217?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115633761889595217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115633761889595217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115633761889595217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115633761889595217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115633761889595217' title='Pirate in a tutu.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115609514953750057</id><published>2006-08-21T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:38:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand is the key.</title><content type='html'>AHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had the best Saturday of my life!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;But first, Happy 3rd Month dear! Its one hell of a short relationship thus far and we've had a huge rough patch but we got through that and you've made me happy. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall give as detailed an account of the wedding as I can. Let's start from Friday. I skipped school to go get my nails done with my sister and all the Bridal Party. Xav sent me to the apartment to stay over. I just love Park Avenue Residences. The house is cool. And its right smack in M.S. Image clubbing every night then being able to reach home in like 5 minutes. HAHA! Slept at only 4 freaking am preparing for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke at the crack of dawn. Barely done showering and the make up artists arrived. Did my make up and hair. I looked like fuck la. My eyebags were HUGE it was scary. *shudder* Time passed. More and more people kept arriving and finally, the groom arrives with his entourage. Lol! It was so funny. Before letting him in he and the guys had to dirty dance, pole dance, wear sexy lingerie, find something sweet, sour, bitter and spicy and basically making a complete fool out of themselves. It was well worth the entertainment but even after letting him in, he could not go see her till he sang to her from downstairs. It was so funny. Everyone was laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, everyone proceeded to the conference room whereby the tea ceremony was held. It was cool and all and my sis was crying like mad. Probably feeling emotional. Took photos with everyone. I was pretty down then but wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 was the scheduled church event but my sis was fashionably late. Lol! We reached there close to 3 and the start went horirbly wrong. Who rings the bleeding church bell for so long? It was way too long and this old lady kept rushing us, the Bridesmaid to start walking down the isle and we were all so confused about everything. So, in the end, we didn't start walking when the music was supposed to start but did so only when the damn bells were still ringing horribly loud. That sorta ruined the effect of my sis walking down with my dad. Urgh! But then the rest of the service went perfectly. Except maybe for the fact that the Choir singers were girls from SJC. Yuck! Took more photos after the service and I was official sweat blotter for my sis. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had to rush off to Haji lane, to this costume shop, Masquerade to rent a dress. I did, I rented a blue dress that was neato but in the end, I didn't wear it. Like wtf. I wasted 50 bucks just to rent it la. Cheesepie! Headed back to the hotel. Corde changed there then left to meet Jeri. Xav left to change too at home. And I don't like the BMW car dear. I prefer the Honda one. Lol! Even though the BMW is a more classy car? Oh what the heck. Its probably the smell of the car. New car smell maybe? I re-did my hair and make up then met up with Callix and Corde again, headed to help out at the reception area. Found myself a sorta cool mask. I couldn't find the one I originally wanted. ): Then it was just plain madness. We even had to do saikang. HAHA! But, my cousin Tony gave 4 of us girls an ang bao each. Yay! Not that small a sum too. I like. (: Hehe! Soon after the wedding somehow managed to get underway and all the Bridal Party and the guys too had to walk in before my sis. So paiseh la. I hoped the mask hid my identity. As if. We had to do 2 march-ins, both times the guys were different, unlike my sis who was always paired up with Harry. But Roderick was so funny. I dared him to holler and yell whilst walking in and he did. So I chugged a mug of beer after that. I had stinky beer breathe after that. (: I did one change of clothes and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to the events for the dinner. After the Bridal fanfare, the emcee, Jimmy Newton, a really funny drag queen kicked off the wedding. Everything went so well, with my sister walking in in her wedding gown with a mask, as the theme of the wedding was Masquerade. They danced to the theme song of the Phantom of the Opera and it was so darn romantic and their kiss at the end was just full of love for one another. Everyone had masks to don on too. Ok, back to where I was, my sis looked so beautiful la. I think getting married is really the day a woman looks her best. And after 12 long years, they're finally hitched. Then the emcee started the entertainment for the night. First up for the ice breaker game was 'Pass it around". My uncle won it at our table but sadly, ours weren't the table with something in it. Drats! The game was cool because of the way it was done. Unique as hell I say. Read how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;This is a fun icebreaker that lets people talk without being embarrassing! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read the poem, each table is given 1 parcel and as the MC reads, the parcel is passed around until you get to the end. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;b style=""&gt;3 Boxes&lt;/b&gt; will have a special gift. The person who gets it at the end keeps it and each person at their table too gets a small prize.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The special gift will have to shown to all! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Look around and you shall see,&lt;br /&gt;A box that is a mystery. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Listen carefully and you shall hear. To whom it belongs will soon become clear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It could be something fair to wear.&lt;br /&gt;First, pass it to the one with the longest hair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you like to take walks, it may be for you.&lt;br /&gt;Next, it goes to whomever has the largest shoe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It might be something daring and bold.&lt;br /&gt;If you're wearing the most red, it's yours to hold. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perhaps it's for a writer, close to fame.&lt;br /&gt;Pass it over to the one with the longest name. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Could it be for the traveler who hates to delay'&lt;br /&gt;Give it now to the one from the farthest away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It may hold memories strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;If you’ve known the bride longest, it goes next to you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or maybe it's a gift for a special day.&lt;br /&gt;Take it now if your birthday is nearest today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This poem must end before it is night.&lt;br /&gt;So pass the gift now to the one on your right. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Congratulations! You've won the prize.&lt;br /&gt;Open it now to reveal your surprise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the church couple line up, consisitng of the ladies in waiting and the groomsmen. We popped party poopers as my sis walked in and I popped mine too fast. LOL! Then My sis and Tommy danced and after that she danced with my father. So romantic. (:&lt;br /&gt;After that Harry gave a speech then Selena sang a song. I swear, she has one hell of a good voice. Her vocals are power man. Lol! Then Jen gave another speech and guess what's the next part for entertainment? Really HOT bellydancers with bodies to die for. I was flabbergasted yet mesmerised and if I could, I get their numbers after the show. Hehe! And to top things off, the bellydancers dragged my brother up to dance with him and he was so shy la. My other brother videoed it. So funny la. Then we had the champagne popping and I had to go on stage and pretend to "yum seng"? HAHA! I felt so stupid and the light was so glaring in my face. I felt like I was naked on stage. Lol! And I kept disturbing my ah ma. I love my ah ma to bits. Hmmm, there was this other game, whereby 4 guys and 4 girls were selected and yet again, my brother was picked. And he chose my mum to be his "date". It was hilarious. In the end my cousin Alfred won though. He wore his clothes back on the fastest. Oh, the next bit was the funniest, we had the YMCA game. And poor Xavier was sabotaged by my mum and bro and he had to go on stage. Poor thing la. But I'm so proud of you my dear. He had to be the fire man and he erm, trusted his hip area well. Like a proper fireman. Your fireman hat is still with me! Take it back. LOL! He was game and played the game well, he didn't embarrass me but you didn't do the YMCA dance properly. You bugger! To those who don't get the game, here's a detailed description of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Music: YMCA~The Village &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MC starts by telling all how the groom before any thoughts of marriage whilst growing up has thought of being a cop, a construction worker, a cowboy, a biker, a Native American and a soldier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As everyone knows, the YMCA group was made up of "macho men," including a cop, a construction worker, a cowboy, a biker, a Native American and a soldier. With a specific list of people, MC calls out and chooses too from the audience energetic individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As soon as one is picked, MC will ask each to conduct the following: one Indian - ask him to holler, one cowboy - ask him to yee-ha, one sailor - ask him to yell "sail ahoy!", a policeman - ask him to yell "Freeze you are under arrest!" - this is to test run them and change them out if needed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;MC will ask them to stand abreast and follow the YMCA movement. DJ plays at the chorus (once) and MC criticizes. DJ plays again and MC stops DJ and hand out the prop and showcase each man one by one. Final performance, all the man will be positioned upstage and down stage for a performance of their life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The can keep the prop and save it for later dancing time. In addition, a gift is then handed after their valuable performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Selena came back on and sang even more. She's good, you've to give her credit for that.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice gave another speech next. Erm, so many things, the emcee was so hilarious, dressing up in so many costumes. The best was Wonderwoman and the one with just a bra and skirt. It was simply funny. I laughed and teared, cat called, hollar, made a racket and didn't give 2 rat's ass about it. I'm but a man at heart. (: We played other games like guess the song too but the way the prizes were given were soooo not done the normal way. Absolute madness I say. Next we had the cake cutting ceremony. Another fun one. My sis really loves Tommy and vice versa. I wanna meet the ONE too. If ever. Haha! Then guests who paid could dance with the bride and groom and next up, the raunchy bit. After the throwing of the bouquet which was caught by Roderick's date, was the garter removal. Oh man! It got everyone's eyes bulging. Tommy's head was so far up my sis's dress and guess who caught it? My brother. And you know what they say about whoever catches this type of things no? Haha! When my brother had to put the garter up Roderick's date's leg, he was so embarrassed and the emcee kept saying, "Aiyo, 14 only. Ok la, just pretend you're 24". That whole thing just left the biggest imprint. It was cool and so unconventional. Lastly, the end was marked by the opening up of the dance floor. That part was the best for me because its the first time I danced and boogyed on the dance floor. I probably sucked but I didn't give a shit then. Haha! And my mum's happening eh, she was already on the dance floor before me. My aunt, who's like 55 plus was dancing the hardest and the longest, believe it or not. LOL! Even my dad danced too and his friend, aunt cornee taught me, Corde and Callix this lame and probably very ancient dance move. We were just doing it and being mad, laughing and singing and gasping for air. We danced till 2? Chatted around with my sis, Tommy, Maurice etc... Roderick made me chug more alcohol. He's so funny. Daring me and all. he's absolute madness I swear. Then it was very evident when Maurice and this other Swiss guy named Mar something. They were pretty touchy feely. Lol! Took a photo with Maurice before leaving. I do hope I get to see all the pictures. I bet I look damn fat and ugly. Hahaha!!! Finally left at what, close to 3 was it? Had to send Callix and Corde home. Poor Xav must have been exhausted by then. Oh, did I mention how cool the VIP table was? We had this silver crsytal kind of mat to put our plates on and unlike everyone else, our food was served individually instead of smacking just one huge plate with everyone rushing to take the food. It does pay to be VIP. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't miss anything out. Ok, its way past my bedtime and I so need rest. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Callix and Corde for having to help out with the namecards and bells and for not being able to sit with you guys during the dinner. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed yourself. Thanks for coming. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was not your typical Chinese wedding, it was a mixture of chinese, peranekan and mostly westernized and I adored it. I enjoyed every minute of it and the memories will sure as hell last a lifetime. I'm so gonna miss my sis and Tommy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I shall try and visit them end of this year. Miami here I come. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to post up pictures soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need sleep. Maybe I ought to just skip school again. Hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115609514953750057?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115609514953750057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115609514953750057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115609514953750057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115609514953750057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115609514953750057' title='Grand is the key.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115574101061207378</id><published>2006-08-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:10:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earwax jellybean.</title><content type='html'>I caught Ant Bully with Anna after school. Been a while since we managed to go out and relax. It was fun fun fun. We ate like pigs as usual. HAHA! I know you love food as much as me. :D The movie is good, the plot is simple, sometimes even lame but there is a meaning behind it. I mean, any kid would love a cartoon but for hmmm, an adult, I think they would like it too. So people, go catch it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you suddenly contacting me? I rather you leave me alone. I stay out of your life and you stay out of mine. Fair? And its not you Andrew Ip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been certified as my next project. I shall groom him to be the next world famous tranny. You'll be smokin' hot ok? Trust me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corde has been a doll. She loaned me her pink heels for the wedding. Thanks babe! For rushing down to meet me and generously lending me your heels. Its freaking high la. I pray I don't trip whilst wearing it. Lol! And I won't destroy it. Let's not bring up the incident of my heels k? Hehe! Love ya!!! See you on Saturday!!! I've got the plans for that day already, update you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another LONG day tomorrow!!! ): I shall start counting down to the upcoming one week holiday. Sam, don't rub it in that you've 6 weeks you hear?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I wanna go drinking! And get nicely wasted and have Sam haul my sorry ass home and my mum hit me. ROFL!!! This time I'll wear a bra so nothing gets exposed. Oops! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115574101061207378?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115574101061207378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115574101061207378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115574101061207378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115574101061207378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115574101061207378' title='Earwax jellybean.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115564153502616568</id><published>2006-08-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:32:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen.</title><content type='html'>I passed my freaking s.b.j. Yayness man! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a new rumor about me. Bloody fuck! I've never dated a girl can. I might seem lesbian but no way in hell am I one. I date men and only men. No, I date man. HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!!!&lt;br /&gt;School's just plain boring la. I don't like school. Thankfully I'm gonna skip school on Friday. Hehe! :D I ought to consider Thursday too. Hmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I was having dinner with Mary and I found out that idiot stays a few blocks away from me. WTH!!! Its a freaking small world la. And to think we've both been taking the same bus for years and never bumped into eachother. Looks like my luck just ran out. HAHA! Confirm will bump into that lil shit. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to curb this non stop eating of mine. I think its time I approached a doctor. LOL! Not to mention my throat's worse, it hurts like mad la. Sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST STUDY FOR HISTORY!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Andrew Ip Jowa would ever see this but thank you for everything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115564153502616568?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115564153502616568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115564153502616568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115564153502616568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115564153502616568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115564153502616568' title='Queen.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115540247057575370</id><published>2006-08-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:11:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore reigns.</title><content type='html'>I've had such a fun day. Honestly. It was good. Haven't had a day like this in ages. Ok, except for the fact that I couldn't find any nice evening gowns. Sigh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing was fun today. Can't wait for the competition. I hope I don't screw up the team. Wonder how come Keith would include me. But I'm glad. ((: And I made Sam wait for me again. LOL! Yikes, blame it on the heavy traffic at town. But I had fun, even if I kept tripping on my own feet and letting goals in. ): And prata and ice cream was good. I'm gonna grow fat man, seriously. Wait, I already have. I gained weight like mad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jin, I wanna play tennis again!!! And Anna, I wanna play badminton. HAHA! I think I'm going nuts la. But I suddenly have weird urges. Must be Torres's baby. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad things are working out for you Callix. I'll still be here always, I love you!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my dear darling silly cow of a boyfriend got tickets to Lobo's concert. AHHHH!!! Ok, for many, Lobo probably sounds foreign to many but he's this really great oldies singer. Thanks dear!!! I love it. It costs like a freaking bomb, we're talking 3 digits. HAHA! I can't wait man. Now my jersey to you seems rather insignificant. ): I shall find it, have no fear. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, credits to Sabrina for helping me with this skin. Thanks bunchies babe! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I dread Monday!!! ): Please let me pass my s.b.j. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115540247057575370?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115540247057575370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115540247057575370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115540247057575370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115540247057575370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115540247057575370' title='Sore reigns.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115522481376075881</id><published>2006-08-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:46:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drums go bom.</title><content type='html'>Oh what a day! I had fun, lots of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Winnie's crib! It was fun I say. Maybe we should play tennis more often. And I love how we all fell asleep by the poolside. I know Jin and I did. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;And Winnie's mum cooks the best beehoon. I went for seconds. HAHA! Shiok man!&lt;br /&gt;Studied after lunch. Thanks for today guys. LOVE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up at 4 and guess where we went? To the freaking zoo. The silly boy decided to go to the zoo. HAHA! And I changed clothes in the backseat of his car. Oooh! Thankfully no one saw. Heh! Had yummy B&amp;amp;Js as usual. Met mumsies after that at Thomson and did my hair. Damn! My attempts to chop my hair off were futile. Sigh! Mumsies outright refused it. URGH! Nvm, that's always next time. He waited for me to get my hair done then we had pasta and after buying cake at Dino for mumsies, we ate again. HAHA! We had prata. Wah lan eh, sure grow fat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few familiar faces whilst having prata. Hmmm! Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! Long long day tomorrow. Yuck!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115522481376075881?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115522481376075881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115522481376075881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115522481376075881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115522481376075881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115522481376075881' title='Drums go bom.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115512674755954143</id><published>2006-08-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:32:27.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romp' with me?</title><content type='html'>Its National Day! Sadly I've never seen one parade live. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corde, the girl singing the National Day song doesn't look like my sister la. LOL! My sister not as pretty. No, she's not as pretty as my sis. Heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having mixed feelings. Urgh!!! Can someone just shoot me? My head's pounding and I feel sick. Something's clearly bugging me but I can't  bring myself to say it out. I've got to purge myself. I shall chop my hair off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115512674755954143?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115512674755954143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115512674755954143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115512674755954143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115512674755954143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115512674755954143' title='Romp&apos; with me?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115505710562851144</id><published>2006-08-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:11:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzy.</title><content type='html'>For Cordelia's benefit, I shall post up 5 previous entries ok? See, I'm so nice la. HAHA! You better love me fifi!!! ROFL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Sport's Day, Honour's Day and some other day all  combined into one. Sad huh? Deliberately taking away any extra holidays. Wth! But it wasn't that bad. I got to oogle at my eye candy. Damn he looks good when he runs. AH! Stay still my pounding heart. LOL! Honestly, he was so cute! So now Mary knows who he is because they're on the same team and my eye candy's SINGLE!!! YAY! (: *hem* Anyways, Jin agrees he looks cute when he runs and Waifong says he's not bad and Mariam thinks he's cute. MUAHAHAHA! See, he has many admirers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on before I flood my sister's keyboard, I met up with Callix and Corde again, a rare treat! (: I love love hanging out with them. We were laughing and making so much noise at Rocky Masters. Heh! We must meet up asap again. Girl's outing only please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I cried in front of Anna when we were lunching today. Wah lan eh! So fucking paiseh. I hate crying in front of people. Shit! Ok, I've gotten better rein on my emotions, it won't happen again. Oh yeah, once my episode was over, guess where we headed to? We hung out at ttsh. HAHA! How lame la. But oh wells. I was falling asleep by then also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a good understanding girl. (: I waited 2 hours for my mother and only called her thrice. Lol! Then I made Corde and Jeri walk me from ps to far east. Thanks babe! You got to meet my sis also right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GUYS! Childish nitwits. Think you can just treat girls like objects? FUCK YOU!!! FUCK OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;That was good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing so much stuff today, I've come to a conclusion. It might not last but for now, I am not gonna give up on him. Even if I've to fight with that *i***, I will. Oh boy! I so will. Try me man. ROFL! Ok, I'm just saying all this in a fit of erm anger? But honestly, after this, I might not want another relationship, not for awhile and the new guy has to be someone NOT from yj and at least 5 years older, richer, hot bod, good character (not a bastard)... Ok, the list is endless. I shall just remain a spinster. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!!! Now I'm even more excited about the wedding. It contains Adult themes. strong sexual content. So not kids allowed. HAHA! Think far and you'll get an idea. If you're narrow minded please just stop reading. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115505710562851144?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115505710562851144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115505710562851144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115505710562851144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115505710562851144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115505710562851144' title='Izzy.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115496144327005800</id><published>2006-08-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:37:23.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluek.</title><content type='html'>Bluek! I'm stuffed yet again. I've been having my dinner very late lately. Shucks! I'm never ever gonna lose any weight. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Floorball! Training was hmmm, outdoors today so that kinda sucked but I just like playing the game and I found a fellow defender. This girl named Grace. She's quite good at defending eh. Coolness. AND SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY TOOK MY FREAKING STICK LA. Bloody hell! I've to go find who took my stick. Grrr! Piss me off only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! I thought I was done with my EOM then maybe have a break but today we got back our WR and shit, its absolute trash. No offence to Ah Seng but he needs ME to get our PW back on track. HAHA! Ok ok, I'm not that thick skinned. Who is very innovative with ideas pertaining to coming up with an idea on how to sustain holistic development let me know. I would pay you if your idea is so freaking innovative and feasible. LOL! Advertising for help already. We seriously lack innovative ideas. Ours are so, dry and B-O-R-I-N-G. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible day. I've been having bad nightmares lately. Shit! Then during the day when I think about my nightmare it seems so darn silly. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to be the rebound girl.&lt;br /&gt;Me mumsies said you should just go back to her seeing as you guys spent half a decade together. She said its such a waste. I totally agree. Why not? Feelings can grow back if enough effort is put in. She knows more about you, your quietness, your moods, likes, dislikes, habits etc... 'sides, I'm a major turn off. I cuss like a drunken sailor, I stink, I'm rude, crude and I'm such a lousy girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115496144327005800?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115496144327005800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115496144327005800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115496144327005800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115496144327005800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115496144327005800' title='Bluek.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115488020242271717</id><published>2006-08-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:03:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy spruce.</title><content type='html'>I am so freaking erm, full. What a day I tell you. I love having my sister back, really. Wedding's fast apporaching and I'm getting excited. I know I'm supposed to be dieting but the day's been filled with food. Dinner was the best man. We dined at Pete's Place at Hyatt Hotel. Oh man! You so have to try the food there. The best? The desserts. I've never tried such good Tiramisu before. Honestly, it was the best ever! Plus the Chocolate Fondue. Wowie! We spent a whooping 463. Thankfully we didn't pay. LOL! We got a treat. Yayness! Free good food who don't want no? Conversation was good. We had stuff to talk about. Ok, then my mum had to go embarrass me by telling me about the night I came home shit ass drunk and my mum hit me. Wth! So paiseh. Hide my face under the table la. But it was all harmless teasing. I love my family. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And when I was sitting at the table, I was thinking how much I love this kind of lifestyle, being able to dine at fancy restaurants. I would like my life to be like that, me having a successful career and living the life with my dream man who should be erm, British. LOL! Cool bananas! I can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I know I'm like supposed to be rushing for my homework but I really have no mood. I shall get majorly screwed in school. I've alot on my mind man. Bloody shits! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Guess who I met in town today? A-N-N-A!!! (: Crazy biatch was waiting for me for so long. Haha! Then had to go meet her mumsies. It was only for like what, 10 mins max that we saw eachother but it was worth it. I love your dress sense btw, so preppy, I like. HAHA! Damn! That's so lesbian like. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I altered the Bridesmaid dress today. What a big alteration. Lol! The lady was like, I might need some time ar... Oh wells!!! I need another dress!!! I've this really great idea on what dress I want but I doubt I can find it in Singapore. So, if anyone knows where to get a hot red Corset dress, give me a call!!! I wanna!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think for the next week and a half my life's gonna revolve around the wedding. (: I hope my sis gets her apartment soon then I get to bunk over AND I can take the train with Anna in the morning. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corde and Callix!!! Text me your address please!!! So I can send you guys the card. Corde most likely won't see this so Callix, can help me get her address too? PLEASE!!! And thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hasn't stopped teasing me about *****. Wth la! There's nothing going on!!! And I love my mummy lots! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my sis has to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115488020242271717?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115488020242271717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115488020242271717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115488020242271717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115488020242271717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115488020242271717' title='Bouncy spruce.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115479764390262912</id><published>2006-08-06T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:07:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signa.</title><content type='html'>Everything's better between us, I hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finally met up with Callix and Corde. Yay!!! Ok, my fault for being so freaking late. Xavier couldn't get a parking lot, stupid carpark full. Dining at Billy Bombers was fun. We managed to catch up though not much. You guys look fucking good btw. Unlike me, I still look like I'm in what, primary school. I so jealous. ): I think Xavier must be ashamed of me la. HAHA! Look like bullshit. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this webby off Carina's blog, I actually went ahead and did it and it is errily true. Now, I think I need self-confidence classes. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Handwriting Analysis of Danielle Lim&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Provided free by &lt;a href="http://www.handwritinguniversity.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HandwritingUniversity.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Programmed by the Faculty of Handwriting University.com &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* The Analysis Starts Here ******* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="8" cellspacing="1" width="98%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Danielle has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She  lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to  understand new ideas, things, and people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q28_1094010270.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle  is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she  feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks  can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010189.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle's  true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Danielle that she wasn't  a great and beautiful person, and she believed them. Danielle also has a fear  that she might fail if she takes large risks. Therefore she resists setting her  goals too high, risking failure. She doesn't have the internal confidence that  frees her to take risks and chance failure. Danielle is capable of accomplishing  much more than she is presently achieving. All this relates to her self-esteem.  Danielle's self-concept is artificially low. Danielle will stay in a bad  situation much too long... why? Because she is afraid that if she makes a  change, it might get worse. It is hard for Danielle to plan too far into the  future. She kind of takes things on a day to day basis. She may tell you her  dreams but she is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how  loud she speaks, look at her actions. This is perhaps the biggest single barrier  to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves. Danielle is an  example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate  self-confidence was broken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  reference to Danielle's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and  creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about  many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning,  but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too  many things going at once. When Danielle slows down, then she becomes more  creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to  do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes  at a slower pace than when she started the project. She has the best of two  kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative  mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn  quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Danielle can then switch into her  low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer  and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb  mental mountains with a much better grip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009749.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle  will be candid and direct when expressing her opinion. She will tell them what  she thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don't  really want her opinion, don't ask for it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q23_1094009506.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle  will demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity.  Danielle believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect  them. She has a lot of pride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009397.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle  uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is  a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see  her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She  is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone. The circumstances when  Danielle does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and  tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not  be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her.  She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let  them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All  her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very  level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation  where other people might get hysterical, she has poise. Danielle will work more  efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be  surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by  the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying "I love you" is  not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only  exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate  to hear her express her love verbally. Danielle is not subject to emotional  appeals. If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only  the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She  will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet  emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask "Is this best for  me?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People  that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in  their ability to interact socially.  According to the data input, Danielle  doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social  and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q20_1094009088.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According  to the inputted data, Danielle has a stinger shape inside the oval of her a, d,  or c. This might be hard to visualize, but if this little hooklike shape is  present, then Danielle has an unresolved "issue" with strong members of the  opposite gender. An occasional appearance of this stroke could indicate a simple  "loves a mental challenge" which can manifest in playful linguistic  conversations and being attracted to a lover who isn't always available.  However, if the stroke is severe, this means the individual has unresolved anger  at the oppostive gender - which usually started with the person's childhood  relationship with the opposite gender parent (Mom or Dad). If the writer is a  woman she will be attracted to strong challenging men. If the writer is a man,  he will find the woman who is "hard to get" the most attractive. In a nutshell,  people with stingers in their writing tend to have challenges in their romantic  relationships. For more information about this "stinger" trait, visit this  webpage: http://www.myhandwriting.com/analyze/hlltrt5.html. Remember, it is only  negative if the traits occurs often and is quite pronounced. An occasional  stinger can be no problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So people, go try it out. You may just be as surprised as I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I'm done here, I'm so tired. Spent the whole day out already. I need a massage!!! And a facial. Oh, someone just bring me to a spa to rejuvenate my body, mind and erm soul. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115479764390262912?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115479764390262912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115479764390262912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115479764390262912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115479764390262912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115479764390262912' title='Signa.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115469307496185141</id><published>2006-08-04T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:27:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum drum.</title><content type='html'>My sister is back from the States! (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't bunk over anymore. ): Damn place so small. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for the Penang trip, I wanna play Floorball there. I must I must I must! I shall start saving like mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Anna, I was too busy to spend time with you. Another day ya?&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I so enjoyed playing badminton with you, it was sooooooo much fun. We sure as hell can coordinate perfectly together. Next week again! We must! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sentimental. I wanna watch a sappy feel good movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving, when can I have my dinner? )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115469307496185141?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115469307496185141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115469307496185141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115469307496185141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115469307496185141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115469307496185141' title='Hum drum.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115460874006405952</id><published>2006-08-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:27:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crops failed.</title><content type='html'>I finally handed up the final draft of my EOM today. Oh man! I redid it like 5 times. Sigh, can die, seriously. I would like to thank Anna for the support. Without her I would probably have jumped off a HDB flat by now. Wah lau eh! Stressful ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN! CCB! NNB! CLJ!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking angry at some people. Piss me off only. CK! I don't know you so don't anyhow say I know you please. And there are alot of people one cannot trust. Especially in such an environment. I hate this school. WAH LAN EH!!!! So many bitch politics. I know how you feel Callix. I wanna zham everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit on the world's highest Ferris World and feel the wind in my hair. I wanna let lose and have fun fun FUN.  (:&lt;br /&gt;Buy me an ice cream please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115460874006405952?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115460874006405952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115460874006405952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115460874006405952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115460874006405952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115460874006405952' title='Crops failed.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115443806964554736</id><published>2006-08-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:14:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers.</title><content type='html'>I did my very first blood donation today. I'm so proud of myself, I'm a brave girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rocky, some dude beside me, Daniel and especially Anna for trying to comfort me. I'm such a wimp la. Thanks for holding on to my things and wasting your time hanging out with me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied for tomorrow's Econs test!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people stare. It makes you wonder what they're thinking. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115443806964554736?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115443806964554736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115443806964554736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115443806964554736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115443806964554736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115443806964554736' title='Flowers.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115423437756423520</id><published>2006-07-30T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:39:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring tears.</title><content type='html'>Cabaret was good. It was full of sexual innuendo I say. But a ball of light hearted bullshit. Great company though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked by your behaviour. You never spoke to me properly before and now this? Whoa! Not good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seems better between us now. Improving I must say. I still love you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo in love wih Oasis's So Sally Can Wait. HAHA! Good times with anna. (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday's The Lake House. Bring tissues please, plenty at that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picutres on my sister's birthday, only found these few in her folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/family1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family portrait. Wait, we're missing someone. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/family.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, crazy people I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/sisters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my dumb ass sister. (: I know she loves me too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115423437756423520?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115423437756423520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115423437756423520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115423437756423520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115423437756423520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115423437756423520' title='Pouring tears.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115391683749744185</id><published>2006-07-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:30:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown leaves.</title><content type='html'>Its only mid week and I'm so exhausted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, hapy recuperating at home Saha. Take care of your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dined at New York New York today but the food was mediocre only. Maybe I should have tried the burger as suggested by Carina. Great company though, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I can't say much about the service though, NOT GOOD! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randon Ramblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad things lay open on the table today. We got past that hurdle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you being so rude. If you want something, ask for it politely. Don't make me turn nasty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not spending enough time together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a craving for chocolate fondue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try the 9 days OBS course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone be so nice as to help me change my blogskin? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115391683749744185?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115391683749744185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115391683749744185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115391683749744185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115391683749744185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115391683749744185' title='Brown leaves.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115371204113237437</id><published>2006-07-24T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:43:24.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny skies!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back in civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that I actually enjoyed OBS. Yes, the first day sucked big time but as the days progressed, it just got better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learnt and did and never thought I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;- Pitch a tent&lt;br /&gt;- Cook food using the pathetic food we were given (I was the chef, if you can call what I did that. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;- Navigate using a compass and map to hike 10km or more&lt;br /&gt;- Kayak 16km under choppy seas&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep in the forest, on hard grounds with rocks on your back and only your smelly backpack as a pillow&lt;br /&gt;- Conquer my fear of heights (I did high elements and jetty jump kay... It was so freaking fun)&lt;br /&gt;- Learnt about leadership&lt;br /&gt;- I understand the strengths and weaknesses of my fellow JUNKO mates.&lt;br /&gt;- I learnt dogs and wild boars are freaking noisy and they disturb your sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Shitting and peeing in the forest and beach front is actually quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;- Doing trustfall. I actually trusted my mates and fell properly. Thankfully I was safe. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on our 3rd night, the sky was literally filled with stars, everywhere was stars and more stars. Something you hardly see in Singapore. It was so darn cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there's just so many but I really did enjoy the camp even if I've bad skin now, ugly feet and bruises. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recalled what Ben told me about feeling disoriented once you reach back to Mainland, I so agree. When I was sitting in the car, walking around Queensway and just places, I felt so out of sorts. I was so used to just seeing the trees. LOL! I hope this feeling doesn't last man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have this uncanny feeling that my classmates would revert back to our old ways but heck, those 5 days were fun. I'm proud of my OBS completion certificate and the photos of JUNKO. I'm actually gonna miss Mario's sarcasm and Zippy's cute-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I wanna thank my darling boyfriend for picking me up at Punggol Jetty and dropping Ida and Sabrina at Northpoint too. I love you dear!!! Sorry you had to wait ages, the pathetic boat ferrying us out got delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I took the best shower of my life ever!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;And then ate like I never ate before. LOL! Dear brought me to eat Katong laksa, BBQ Ayam, Hokkien mee and Char Kway Tiao. Man, I sure can stuff my mouth eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could rest today but looks like I can't. Bloody hell! I got dental appt all and I still haven't completed my EOM. SHIT! At least I get to meet him after he ends school. Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's like some photos I took on my last day on Pulau Ubin. I look like bullshit la. We never shower for 4 days and only took powder bathes k. We're smelly and VERY dirty. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Sabrina, Adeline and ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Junko's storeroom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll update again soon, hopefully. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115371204113237437?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115371204113237437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115371204113237437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115371204113237437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115371204113237437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115371204113237437' title='Sunny skies!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115313211404785651</id><published>2006-07-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:56:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted tires.</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to leave Singapore and go off to camp. So I can get away from EVERYTHING. I hate my life. It seriously sucks man. Piss me off only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I owe Ben like the world's biggest apology but saying sorry means nothing, its just a stupid word anyways. Bah!!! I'll think of a way to make things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report slip. What lousy grades. And you guys (Sam, Callix and Corde) said I was smart. Smart my head la. I got 2 Ds, 2 Ss and 2Us. HAHA! Confirm retain already I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long and boring day in school. The weather was freezing today. Or rather my class venues were all air con places. I honestly need to stop being lazy and bring my Adidas jacket along with me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think paranoia is deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my camp stuffs!!! URGH!!! I must I must get it by tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the pills I'm taking are making me more prone to emotional breakdowns? Hmmm! Nah! Can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guhadeeni!!! ): I shall go find Benny. ROFL! Wth man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Swan is nice to watch. She's fucking irritating I tell you. Go catch episodes of her on YouTube man. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115313211404785651?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115313211404785651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115313211404785651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115313211404785651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115313211404785651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115313211404785651' title='Busted tires.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115309597150523393</id><published>2006-07-17T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:27:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons and needles.</title><content type='html'>My sister's surprise birthday party was a success. The dumb girl never suspected a thing. HAHA! I'm real glad you enjoyed the bbq jie. (: I'll upload the photos when my sister has them. But, as usual, my mum prepared way too much food. The crayfish and crab went real fast though. She sure can cook for an army of starving men. The double chocolate cake was sooooo sweet but yummy. More cake again tonight. Its my mammy's birthday. Yay! (: My mams an old lady already. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister told me to tell Xavier she doesn't like him. ROFL! Because he didn't turn up last night. Why? I also don't know, all he said was sorry I can't turn up so ok. I didn't enquire further as I normally would. I think my sister's joking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got the Paris Hilton perfume. Its not bad, pretty nice smelling. I shall use it sometime soon. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in an hour. I'm so lazy. First period already pe. Sigh! I'm still gonna fail my s.b.j. Cheesepie la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I ask myself why I behave so erratically. It could be me it could be you. Or maybe its all screwed up and I never realised it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to move my ass off the chair and pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS in 2 days!!! I don't wanna go! I wanna stay in civilisation. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115309597150523393?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115309597150523393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115309597150523393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115309597150523393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115309597150523393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115309597150523393' title='Buttons and needles.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115298333347607193</id><published>2006-07-16T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:12:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolls lurking.</title><content type='html'>I met him today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him makes me happy. I feel safe in his arms. I LOVE YOU! Especially your smell. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a long day though. I started my morning by going to the doctors's to get medicine to prevent my period from coming but it has side effects so I'm a little hesitant about taking it. Cost my mum a mini bomb though. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how I spent my day with him really. Honestly, its weird. Took the train with him to Cityhall to cut my braces wire which was once again, poking my gums. She was a little rough with the metal thing and it caused my gums to bleed like a bitch. Shitass pain la. Headed to West Mall and read at the library whilst he went to get his parent's car. I die also don't want to go see his parents. Haha! I'm a coward, I know. (: By the time we reached Fort Canning it was 3/4 pm? And that was my first meal of the day. Sad huh? I pigged out on pizza, nachos, fish and chips and soup. Talk about sticking to my diet. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Beach Road but we couldn't get any parking lot so we ended up leaving that place without getting my camp stuffs. Dear, don't forget to buy all my stuffs by Tuesday k? You must you must!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Marina and hung out there for many many hours. LOL! Took me so damn long to get my sister's present. Hope she liked what I got in the end. My pocket has a huge hole now. ): But I did get myself shorts and dear got me a small small purse from Roxy. (: Thanks dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last pit stop of the day? Balestier chicken rice. YUM! HAHA! The cow fed me soooo much food. I swear my waistline expanded by like 10 inches and my butt another 15 inches. But it was good fun with him. He can tolerate me even when I was so grumpy. Wait wait, did I mention I saw the CUTEST guy dressed as a half naked angel? GAWD! He has the typical pretty boy face, tan and muscular. Girls, start swooning. He was so freaking cute really. Trust me, I went gaga. HEH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should stop. A long day tomorrow again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its after 12 already, HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY MY DARLING GRUMPY SISTER! (: Age is getting to you. HAHA! I LOVE YOU! EVEN IF YOU SCOLD ME LIKE MAD, TAKE MY CLOTHES W/O ASKING (You got ok.) AND NOT LETTING ME BORROW YOURS MOST OF THE TIME. Try and enjoy your day even though the mat is stuck in camp kay? *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115298333347607193?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115298333347607193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115298333347607193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115298333347607193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115298333347607193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115298333347607193' title='Trolls lurking.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115262679313059882</id><published>2006-07-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:06:33.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths crossed.</title><content type='html'>Another bad day. I'm experiencing a bout of bad luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started off quite bad, I left my file in the stupid CT venue and had to go get it back. Then had History lecture which was so boring I was falling asleep. But, I did pass my International History, thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA! (: Glad you liked the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my 'A' level Chinese Oral in which I'm gonna fail. How can I mistake Mango for Apple? Ah shit la! I'm damn upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it ended I had to go for my stupid dental appt in which my dentist was too lazy to change my bracket and only used rubber bands to make a box hoping my teeth won't shift so much. WTH! Waste my time going down. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Benny at Cityhall, had dinner at Fin then desserts at NYDC. I love Grandma Goes Nuts or something to that effect, it was the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go to the Fountain of Wealth for fun and stupid Ben had to go splash water all over my chest. I'm wearing a blouse and coloured bra for crying out loud. I was so angry I kept screaming at him. In the end I had no choice but to wear his stupid smelly t-shirt. Piss me off only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got scolding from my mother because I apparently didn't call her the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy's GONE!!! How unfair! I never hug him and kiss him good bye also. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is my dumb sister's birthday!!! Then my mama and next thing I know, I've OBS. Shit! I don't want to go! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done man, too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115262679313059882?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115262679313059882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115262679313059882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115262679313059882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115262679313059882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115262679313059882' title='Paths crossed.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115253644056749872</id><published>2006-07-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:00:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky shoehorse.</title><content type='html'>Bad start to my day. I've got the major Monday Blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate today. I doubt I can survive this week. Not even you or anyone can make me feel better. I'm so grumpy and all I wanna do is cry. Why the hell am I so freaking emotional now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like talking to Andrew all of a sudden. Weird huh? Considering he hates my guts and well, I don't know. Wonder how he's coping now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! I'm just so screwed up. Maybe its the stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to breathe. I need my own personal space. I need time alone. I need comfort. I need understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115253644056749872?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115253644056749872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115253644056749872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115253644056749872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115253644056749872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115253644056749872' title='Unlucky shoehorse.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115246016167714604</id><published>2006-07-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:49:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet nothings.</title><content type='html'>My baby's back! And I met him today!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my day started pretty early, met Jin and Za and headed to TP yet again. We lost to TP yesterday 3-2 and I really hate rough players la. I got injured somemore. SHIT!!! Anyways, this time we played against Parisians (national Floorballers) and guess what, we lost 9-0. HAHA! Fucking shit! We suck so damn badly la. In the end we didn't play the second match, we did a walk over. Sigh! I seriously suck at sports la. Crappy start to my day. Well, at least that marked the end of the Floorball carnival. Then it started pouring like mad and plans to meet up with him was almost cancelled. Thankfully it didn't. Met him at Marina and when we were leaving Carl's Junior, I saw a fellow yj-cian and the funny thing is, we've never spoken before and I don't even know her name but she saw me and waved and I just waved back. LOL! As if like we knew eachother. Odd! And Xavier was holding my hand so she saw. Haha! As if I didn't eat enough at Carl's Junior, we walked over to Suntec and had really good cake at NYDC. I was a stuffed girl today. I sure can eat. After that I couldn't even walk or breathe properly and kept complaining to him. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Candy Empire all over again and I managed to make him eat the Popcorn jellybean. LOL! His expression was so funny man! Damn, it was so good seeing him again, and I thought it wouldn't be. Yayness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he drove though both of us are not exactly very good at nagivating our way around Singapore by car. At least from Marina to my house. Haha! It was so funny la. We took so many wrong turns and kinda pushed the blame back and forth good naturedly but it all ended well thanks to my clever brains which helped find our way home. HAHA! Actually, once we hit the CTE I was sleeping like a pig already till we reached Northpoint. Bought stationery for him as he's finally going back to school. LOL! I hope the silly boy makes a good first impression and would be way more sociable than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, the silly boy is so annoying, he got me so many stuff from HK la. He got food for my mother as requested by her. Haha! Then he got some for Jin too, also requested. And my baby wasted so much money on me la. Sigh! That cow! He got me 2 Ripcurl shirts, though one was too big, my very first pair of Levi's jeans which is so fucking comfortable but it was tight (I know have to lose weight in 1 month and 10 days and wear it for him. LOL!), a Puma Brazil jacket, a Red Puma bag, my very first Chelsea and England jersey. We can wear them the next time we go out. HAHA! Piss people like Sam off about couple shirts. ((: Thanks for everything dear, I so so LOVE it. But it must have cost a bomb can. Told you already to only get my mother's food. Once you get your school's time table you're gonna start looking for a job k? You're broke already la. ): After I go back to Torres and Torres Junior. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bummed at my house till 9.30 then he had to go home since his brother wanted the car. Sigh! It was a blissful few hours we spent. I feel really happy now. I love you poopy cow!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, spending good quality time with him meant I didn't have time to do my EOM. Shit! I think I'll go school late tomorrow and try and complete it tomorrow morning OR, beg Sami to let me hand it up on Tuesday. Shucks! I'm so slack and its already more than half the year. I shall go kill myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115246016167714604?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115246016167714604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115246016167714604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115246016167714604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115246016167714604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115246016167714604' title='Sweet nothings.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115227898182651732</id><published>2006-07-07T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:46:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet romances.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry baby! I didn't update, had no time. Usually I'm home so late and by then I'm way too tired. I'm like gonna sleep after I update also. Tomorrow's gonna be another LONGGGGGGGGGG day. Shit man!!! I miss you dear, another 24 more hours and you be officially back in Singapore and, it would be another 48 hours before I get to hug you again. (: I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy's match today. YJ lost to MI 2-1 and won RJ 2-0. Ben scored the 2 goals for YJ against RJ and Gary scored the goal against MI. It was a tough match that one. Good game Ben! And I so did cheer for you and screamed your losuy name out loud so many times la. And I know Number 14's name. HAHA! I think I scared him off though.&lt;br /&gt;Note to people, I do not like MJ Floorballers btw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so SORRY Callix, haven't been able to meet up with you for quite sometime already. Once this week and next week is over, I can at least breathe a little easier. Florrball's taking up ALOT of my time. Even my Sunday's are being eaten up by it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup Finals are coming!!! Yayness! I hope France won't win. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school accepted the petition, we start school on Monday at 9.30am due to the World Cup Finals which means I would be in school for only 1 and a half hours then off to NTU again. I might as well not go school la, I'm missing every lesson till like Thursday. SHIT! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've much much to say. Haha! I can't wait for you to come back!!! First thing I'm gonna do is... HUG you as tight as I can. ((: But it kinda feels weird too, considering I haven't seen you in soooooooooooooooooo long. Urgh! I hate this. I would never survive a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I met him again yesterday. We bumped into eachother, what a freaking coincidence la. Twice this week? Shocking. And he said something last night which made me suspect that the culprit is Cordelia! Yes her. She's the only one other than me who used to talk to him and she was aware of my lame school girl crush on him and he so knows about it. Which must be Cordelia la. I mean, given her track record for having the world's biggest mouth. HAHAHA! Your fault la! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm too tired already, need my beauty rest and catch Ghost Whisperer if I'm not knocked out by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115227898182651732?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115227898182651732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115227898182651732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115227898182651732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115227898182651732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115227898182651732' title='Sweet romances.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115201305496423717</id><published>2006-07-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:37:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall tales.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm still gonna post up my previous entry. Just for him. I hope he gets to use a computer seeing as we can't even text message or call one another. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not a good day today. It was bad enough not getting enough sleep because I had like continous nightmares again. I've concluded, never eat 3 hours before you sleep, not good. LOL! My morning was ruined by Benny and his extreme stupidity. So he apologised profusely, it cannot erase what he did still but oh wells, you're forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got back my Maths results. I haven't looked at the paper but I know my grade. Shit la! its not good. Imagine the rest of my results? Definitely way worse. SIGH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong and Ms. Lee ain't teaching my class anymore. They can't take anymore of our class's shit. I don't really like our new maths teacher. She's not nice, unlike Ms.Lee. She doesn't let me text message in class. Bloody shit! I know she's got her eyes on me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even that happy about going to watch the matches at NTU. Yes it would mean skipping 6 hourse of lessons but it would mean I won't be able to get my test papers back. Damnit! I wanna know how badly I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to someone today and I was asked this, "You really love him huh?". I think so actually. Even my studies are affected. I was told the so called hard working me is gone. LOL! I've never been so slack in my life before till now. And of all times during my JC life. How fab! I really ought to pull my socks up. But I won't give him up. Not yet anyways. But I can feel karma slowly spreading its venemous vines. I'm gonna get it one fine day. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my day wasn't bad enough you told me we could not talk to eachother in school. You claim to be my friend but yet you could say that? What, am I someone you can't talk to in school but outside school its fine? That's real comforting to me. You say I ignore you? I'm merely listening to what you say. Thanks alot. It just says so much really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jin looked so upset today. Cheer up babe, we've all had a bad day. Come to me if you need to vent 'kay? I'm pretty good at listening. Or I try to. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm behind in so many assignments and I still haven't started on them. It sucks. What's wrong with me? I honestly wish I could afford to see a shrink. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115201305496423717?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115201305496423717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115201305496423717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115201305496423717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115201305496423717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115201305496423717' title='Tall tales.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115193136119743892</id><published>2006-07-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:41:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Smiley Star.</title><content type='html'>5 days down, 12 more to go till I see him again. I can't wait! I miss that fella so! *throws a tantrum* I wanna see him and hug him again! I want him to put his arms around me and hold me close and nuzzle my neck trying to smell my hair!!! I wanna! I wanna! ): ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't the best day of my week BUT, I did get one very pleasant surprise and it was definitely better than the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Benny today after Carina and the rest cancelled out on me due to other engagements. But it was ok. Benny pissed me off initially though. Bloody cork was late in meeting me and yet demanded I go get him a drink. Cow! But its ok, I wasn't that angry la, the weather was just disgustingly hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to PS to get our movie tickets and since he was lazy to walk to town to have Subway, we settled for Carl's Junior. For the record, I never knew PS had Carl's Junior la, or later, when we were walking into Carrfour, that there was freaking Subway! Argh! Anyways, whilst lunching at Carl's Junior, I thought I saw a familiar face but didn't have the guts to go say hi. I mean, what if its the wrong person then how? So embarrassing no? So I sent a text message and lo and behold, that person called me and confirmed our location and came over and said hi. I was beyond happy. HAHA! I was grinning like mad and Benny was just looking at me weirdly. Well, I can't help it no? I was so freaking excited and my heart was beating so fast la. And of all days I had to see that person, just when I was on one of my feeling fat days and my hair wasn't exactly cooperating with me. Damn! Then that person offered to send me home later but I rejected. LOL! But that person's friend is good looking man. Haha! Ok, I've to remind myself I've a boyfriend. *Snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we just slacked around PS. Headed to Times as usual, I was so tempted to get 'My Sister's Keeper' till I looked at my remaining cash. Haha! Erm, then off to the Creative shop. I wanna get the latest Creative MP3, its so freaking cool la. Sigh! The green and white one is nice! ): Did I mention how much I love Bloomington's cards? I think they're super funny and cute. Benny and I spent a long time in there laughing at all of them upon which I purchased one. That one was just cute la. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the World's Largest Chocolate or so it was claimed. Now where's my Kt Kat bar, I feel the urge to start munching on it. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught 'The Road To Guantanamo' and we got the best seats in the entire theater, last row, middle seats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shiokness&lt;/span&gt;! (: But the stupid guy beside me was pigging out on KFC and his coleslaw stank big time. Lol! Munched on gummies again and my bloody finger got bitten on, don't ask me why. Hmpf! The movie was great I felt, if you like those kinda real life movies re-telling the Afghanistan/US war and how the hostages were treated. Some scenes was just so gruesome and sad and Americans are not very nice people. According to Benny, it was Bush who instigated all these. Fucking assholes. Humans are not meant to be treated like dogs la. Just plain cruel. You should catch the movie because I highly recommend it. It will give you an insight to the war with real life footages of the actual ongoing war then. Plus, the narrators re-telling the story were the same ones who went through that war as hostages. Because they were captured, they lost a good 4-5 years of their lives stuck in various concentration camps. It was cool. Two thumbs up I say. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the movie ended it was already 6 plus and Benny had to head on home so we departed. I hate the trains during these hours, especially the Red line. It was so freaking crowded and suffocating. Thankfully I managed to get a seat. Haha! Which is indeed rareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya! School starts tomorrow again and I haven't done my homework. Bumming around seems to be my only area of expertise. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I was like clearing my Drafts in my email account and I found this letter I wrote for a friend who was pinning for a girl. I cannot believe I wrote this whole load of crap la. GAWD! I'm such a loser. HAHAHA! Check it out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear _____,&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this letter to profess my love for you. It might sound cliche but everything written is true and from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;We might have broken up 6 months ago but all these while, I have not forgotten you. Yes, I've dated a girl but when I did so, it only made me realise that it was you I still yearned for. Though it was wrong of me to go steady with the girl and then dump her, I did it for the best interest of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason you broke up with me was becasue you were a Christian right? Well, I just want to tell you that I do not mind you being a Christian and, I have done research and found something from the bible that hopefully, might make you change your mind about accepting me back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not using this tatctic to only woo you back but to show you that religion is not a factor that can break a couple up. A relationship can be successful if a couple can learn to love eachother's flaws and communicate on a frequent basis to avoid problems. And, I sincerely believe that I want to go through this process of loving and learning with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible, from 1 Corinthians 13:12 Verse 4 to 10, it says that "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fail. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This struck a chord with me as I feel that this is how I love you. Quietly and secretly. And,  I hope you recipocrate my feelings. I might be imprefect in certain ways but love is about loving an imperfect person. And I believe that through our differences, we can enjoy love in a whole new way. Though the bible saying is very commonly used, it is still what I feel that relates to my feelings. I love you unrelentingly and I love you for who you are and not because of anything else. To be a complete person, I need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 1 John 4:18 says that "There is no fear in love..." I am then not afraid to tell you that I love you and only you. It is not a shameful thing to tell you all these because I am fully conscious of my love for you and will admit it to you and to the world if I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I wish that this letter can change the friendship between us and make it into something even more, a blooming relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, you broke up with me because of the other reasons and used your religion to break up with me, I would like to know the real reason. I believe in honesty and its becasue I love you that I want the truth and also, want the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, consider my proposal in getting back together with you seriously. If you need time to think, I can give you time. If you need anything else, I am prepared to give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, hope you enjoyed laughing at it. I should go shower, I stink! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;It really frustrates me so when we cannot communicate properly sometimes. We are both sometimes clearly so upset by one another's behaviour but yet, due to some reason, we cannot convey those feelings. Why? Is it because our relationship's too soon and we are not at that comfortable stage yet? Perhaps so. Sigh! I wonder what I'll do if this carries on. I think dump la. Haha! I'm not exactly patient I know. Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115193136119743892?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115193136119743892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115193136119743892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115193136119743892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115193136119743892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115193136119743892' title='Yellow Smiley Star.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115181788803984683</id><published>2006-07-02T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:24:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>BRAZIL AND ENGLAND LOST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS OVER! OVER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO WEEP. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115181788803984683?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115181788803984683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115181788803984683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115181788803984683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115181788803984683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115181788803984683' title='Crushed Chocolate.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115167837508335482</id><published>2006-06-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:44:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stale cakes.</title><content type='html'>Day 2 since he left. Damn I miss him. I think my hp bill's gonna explode, I've been messaging to hk. SHIT! My mum's gonna have a fit. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I folded a 100 Wedding invitations today and my fingers are red from tying the damn strings. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't decided who to invite. LOL! I mean, its so weird la. Not my wedding also. And I've to wear a freaking gown. As if I'm not short enough and can't wear a gown to save my life. Cheesepie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towning with Jin today! We bought our very own pencil tins and cute postcards. And I got something at Paper People. Damn, I wanna get a notebook from there. There was a Mango and Zara sale. Yuck! I wanna go!!! Having no money sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill my dentist la! She still refuses to close my bloody gap. Argh! If she doesn't do so by my sister's wedding I will KILL her. HAHA! Damn annoying can, I've waited for 2 freaking months already and well on my way to the third. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drinking tonight for me. Dear ain't here and well, it feels funny. What if I get shit ass drunk, no one's gonna carry my extremely heavy butt home. So there. Sorry Callix. Aiyo, in the end you also never call me but we will go out k? We go towning and envy people shopping. LOL! MISS YA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how you try to be nice to someone but yet they don't reciprocate those feelings. Take HIM for example. So your mother messages me, thinking I'm you. I kindly call you but you didn't even say thanks and was just plain rude. You talked to my best friend and said I had the WORLD'S BIGGEST MOUTH? I only freaking told 4 fucking people who happened to be C-L-O-S-E! If they told someone else is it my fault? Next time spare me really. For the record, you can still return me the blasted book so I can rip it to shreds or better still, burn it. And don't worry, you'll get back your CDs. And after that, we shall never see eachother ever again. Nice isn't it? Fantastic in fact. Good day now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115167837508335482?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115167837508335482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115167837508335482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115167837508335482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115167837508335482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115167837508335482' title='Stale cakes.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115158969657599871</id><published>2006-06-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:01:36.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny side up me.</title><content type='html'>I miss him!!! I miss his smell!!! I miss his "Okkkkkkkk!" URGH! 10 more days and counting!!! Oh my oh my!!! He's having a ball of time eating and shopping. Darn it! I also want!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the end of the stupid Block Tests. I swear, they were a killer. Chances of me retaining just increased by two fold. Shucks! And I got a bleeding neck/shoulder cramp from the stupid 3 hour long Maths test. Argh! History was a killer. I know NOTHING about SEA History. Who cares about SEA?!? Chinese? If I get at least 2 digits I would be happy. I couldn't read anything at all. Great! I'm chinese and my chinese sucks big time. Fantastic! I dread getting my results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went wedding cake testing today too. Hmmm! I love cakes. I got to eat 4 different types and I've made my choice. Now let's hope the people eating the wedding cake would like it. Haha! Oh and those invited had better prepare a wedding gift. I say so!!! *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Sultan in the day time looks funny. I wanna dine at the Japanese restaurant there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was my stinking brother's birthday. We dined at this really cool restaurant named Brazilian at Sixth Avenue. And might I add, I love the concept of the restaurant and the FOOD is da bomb. I tell you, you would get a freaking orgasm just biting into the beef. Talk about D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S!!! My taste buds were very happy yesterday. The rush of flavour will make you moan, literally. HAHA! Did I mention there were 14 different types of meat? All kinds, beef, pork, lamb... I even TRIED the chicken's heart which was not that bad but the chicken liver almost killed my appetite. It had the most vile taste ever. YUCK! LOL! That sucked BIG TIME. The grilled pineapple was very good though. Salad bar was happening... Service got a 10/10 from me. The managers were friendly, the waiters were cool and they sang my brother a birthday song in Brazilian. Hilarious I say! AH! I would love to go back there again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here sits the stupid birthday boy himself at age 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My darling sister!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loves her meat doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darn, she took like the longest to eat la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's vain! I tell you, he was self cam-whoring by himself. Honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See that corky smirk. Hah! PUI! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is my emo bi-sexual youngest brother. Did I mention how hard it is for him                       to even take a damn photograph? Oh you camera shy faggot. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is she so pretty and I'm not? Damn unfair la. I got the ugly genes. Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;                              So unfair! HMPF! I'm gonna get plastic surgery like Dawn Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;                                              Check me out in erm, 10 year's time. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I literally ate a cow. I went for like 3 rounds of servings man. Oh, my tummy expanded to like 5 times its normal size. Thankfully there was no hottie or I die from the embarrassment. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0532.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I tell you the chocolate fudge cake rocks? Yes it does! Hmmm! And strawberries                                                 filled with mango pudding is to die for. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dumb birthday boy got drunk on Caipirinha and Black Label. LOSER!                                                           Btw, Caipirinha is freaking good. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you go, wasted birthday boy whose face was so freaking red I tell you.                                                                           It was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Ramblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I so support cross dressers. Its a good way to release pent up energy. ROFL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study date with the irritating one before Block Tests!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look good at this angle. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                          This here is the one, the only ANNOYING Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pisses me off constantly and did I ever mention, he has the longest eye lashes EVER. Like thos pretty indian girls kind. How unfair. I want long eye lashes too! *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. The past week or so of my sad life. I want him back here NOW!!! Beside me so I can jump on him! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115158969657599871?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115158969657599871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115158969657599871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115158969657599871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115158969657599871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115158969657599871' title='Sunny side up me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115124368678128857</id><published>2006-06-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:58:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings.</title><content type='html'>I know I should be studying but instead I'm here online. Heh! I'm oh so screwed already anyways. And please, don't say I'll pass, I won't. This is jc, not secondary school. They're squeezing 4 years of studying into 2 freaking years. Possible for me to make it? NO! I will retain and take 3 years. Haha! Honestly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ought to stop procrastinating and get down to work. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair!!! But not short. Bloody hell! But it is shorter than before. Sigh! But thanks so so so much dear, for coming to pick me and my gay brother up.  Though we only spent such a short time together today, upon which you were marking my maths paper(Which I failed badly!!!), at least I got to smell you. LOL! I love clean smells. :D I think that's my biggest fetish, smells. You smell good and I gravitate towards you.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear to think of how I'm like gonna survive after Thursday la. LOL! GAWD! Am I becoming dependent on him? NOOOOOOOO! This cannot happen. Haha! I'm STRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm going crazy. Ben's constant nagging about studying is actually fraying my nerves. He's studying oh so hard and me? Slacking my life away. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! A HUGE thank you to Winnie, Saha, and Callix my darling for wishing me good luck for my stinking Block tests. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should go pack my bag for tomorrow and catch the England match later. Studying is erm, such a hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glenn Frey sparked off memories of me and you. Me and you died more than 2 months back but yet I still think of you and how you're doing. I hate you sometimes but yet I know that's not really true. Can we ever be friends? Would we? I actually want to. If you would only let me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115124368678128857?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115124368678128857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115124368678128857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115124368678128857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115124368678128857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115124368678128857' title='Ramblings.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115116758227683846</id><published>2006-06-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:46:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothies.</title><content type='html'>I love the song Push My Buttons. LOL! Its so freaking bimbotic but hey, its erm, nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was FUN! I had fun, despite almost spraining my ankle and making a complete fool of myself. Damn I suck! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Corde at Garden's Market. Dang, I haven't been to Gardens in ages! Hmmm, saw Poh Sim at Liquid Kitchen. Corde said hi to some guy named Jared at some erm chocolate shop? Bah! Can't remember. I had good Hokkien Mee for my super late dinner. LOL! Sent Corde and Sam home then we headed to buy dinner for his aunt and my brothers. Poor him had a terrible headache. Rest more dear. And I'm still yearning to play. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I'm not fated to cut my hair short. Everytime I go down, the lady is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Andrew today when I was at Gardens. I don't know, Gardens just reminds me of him. Wonder how the ole guy is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall TRY getting my hair cut tomorrow again. Hopefully my mum's feeling better so she can send me. I'm so lazy to take the bus on my own. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to go watch some tv before I faint. Hurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115116758227683846?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115116758227683846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115116758227683846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115116758227683846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115116758227683846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115116758227683846' title='Smoothies.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115111958154010694</id><published>2006-06-24T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:47:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken record.</title><content type='html'>Monday's fast approaching. I don't want school to start!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving next Thursday. Sigh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost $15 bucks yesterday because he failed on me. LOL! You DIE! Hold on to your manhood for dear life please. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I saw a recent photo of him. Damn! It brought back sooooooooooooo much memories. I feel shitty. I HATE HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115111958154010694?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115111958154010694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115111958154010694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115111958154010694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115111958154010694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115111958154010694' title='Broken record.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115082616002185679</id><published>2006-06-21T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:19:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashed doors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;21st June&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st Month!!!&lt;br /&gt;The bbq we had was fun fun FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the stupid boy forgot the wire mesh so we went all the way to Khatib to get one before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;But its ok, don't be so angry dear.&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to Seletar around 7pm? And got our mini party underway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First up, starting our little pit of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1677.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots because I didn't have to start the fire and I was bored. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1683.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then dear couldn't open the bottle of Jim Beams he got for me.&lt;br /&gt;See how the cow is struggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me drinking? Well, strong and smart me managed to open it. LOL! I look stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished, we tried clearing our rubbish but we burnt a hole in the trash bag and the smell of melting plastic can kill I tell you. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1685.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1688.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1688.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the pick up the fallen junk which was pretty fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1689.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we heaved it all into the huge dustbin which was overflowing. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jersey I got for him!!! I think its cute, I do hope he likes it. DO note my *hem* name. Haha! Smart move eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's me in his Chelsea jersey. Yes, I'm a true blue fan. ROFL! You think? Ok, I look silly really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the flowers!!! It was indeed a HUGE surprise. And I love surprises. (: Excpet the closing my eyes part in the car. Urgh! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1697.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1697.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Isn't this hot? My mum got it free. Haha! I can put food where the soccer ball picture is and a drink where the pepsi icon is. Coolness! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a very enjoyable time with him. Thanks for all the effort ya? I do appreciate it. I just love how he piggy backs me to my doorstep and how I watch him panting after carrying me throught 4 flights of stairs. LOL! I love you!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, he's LEAVING next week! )): This sucks!!! Like majorly!&lt;br /&gt;And my exams are next week and I haven't started studying. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up the keyboards, I still can't figure out how to undo this whole underline shit. Bloody hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was well, an average day only.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the earlier half of my day running around Queensway Mall by myself trying to perfect his gift. Thankfully I had Benny boy on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;phone attempting to calm me down. Haha! I swear I was near hysteria and whining like a shit.&lt;br /&gt;Met my mum at Anchorpoint later for some ice cream. It was well needed ok.&lt;br /&gt;Met dear soon after and headed to Bugis to like finally collec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;t my shoes after almost a month of waiting. Cheesepie! Check it out though, I'm satisfied with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the latest ice cream or something? Damn the green tea was sold out so we settled for Chocolate and Blueberry. Naturally Chocolate was nice so I took that and poor dear had to take the blueberry. Muahahaha! I'm just a big bully. After collecting my shoesies we wlaked around Bugis but it was BORING! Headed to town hoping to finally finally buy my darling dress but NO, it was fucking gone. Adios! Bye bye! *wails* I wanted it la. And to think I was gonna get it free too because dear lost the bet to me. Shucks! I feel crappy. Sigh! Plus, every other clothes I tried on either looked like shit or didn't feel right. To cut a long story short, I ended up empty handed even though we headed into ALOT of stores. Met Callix and Terry at Wisma for awhile, chatted a little then Terry had to go. I'll pass you my shirt the next time babe! It can't fit me anyways, I'm too fat la. Well, I ate alot as usual, had F.A cookie and Fried Mars Bars again. GAWD! I feel my thighs enlarging like ten fold. SHIT! Well, we were at Wheelock whereby he tried so valiantly to get me to choose the pair of Birkenstock I wanted, which I did see one I wanted but I didn't want him using his money. Shit, he's like going broke already because of me. We left the place after using my smart tactics but at Borders, I bought myself a spiffy new red book. Dang I love RED! Its HOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1673.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1673.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, at Far East, the stupid cow manhandled me into a perfume store and got for me the new C.K perfume. Damn you cow! I already said don't want anything. Fuck, my gift seems so insignificant as compared to his. Bloody hell! But thanks dear, I love it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSCF1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSCF1667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our departure didn't end so well though. Thanks to my mood swinging. I'm sorry!!! My dogs tried to rape his legs again though. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 1ST MONTH anyways. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I seem to have many 1st months. But oh, what the heck! I'm still young. 'sides, who doesn't love presents eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be offended dear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove to some mo-fo out there, this is gonna work, or at least I will fucking TRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't call me to insult me. If I'm so ugly, please don't look at me ok? And so what if my clubbing top was low, no one could even notice my non-existant tits anyways. So you've a GREAT single life now. Whoopeedo for you! Bloody shit! Have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take more photos tomorrow when I meet him for dinner. He's so gonna wear what I got for him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I decided to paint my brother's fingernails a lovely shade of hot pink. I tell you, he really has the potential to turn gay, trust me. He IS gay. All hail gays! LOL! But he actually let me also what. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0503.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied at the airport the whole day! We were such weird creatures, we kept moving about. We met at BK at T2, slacked till lunch time, headed to T1's Popeye's, studied awhile, headed to the viewing gallery. Evening time, headed back to BK at T2. Oh man! We ate a cow that day. The food was so good la. Plus, I love jellybeans. Except those disgusting few. Those were the same jellybeans Corde bought at Candy Empire last year during our O's last year when we were mugging at Garden's Macs. Oh, those were the times. I miss you already babe! Enough digressing, it was super fun studying with the 3 of them. We laughed loads, talked about many things, namely Dawn Yeo (Hot stuff! I want Plastic Surgery too!!!) and fake Christians and being forced to go to church etc.. We laughed loads too at the gay ACS guy. You control yourself you faggot! Anyhow say us. LOL! Left soon after seeing that fag and headed back to home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spat the gross sweet shits inside. Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to stuff marshmellows. Painful man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the viewing gallery. The people below can also view my ass crack behind. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and Adeline with Marshmellows stuffed in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pigging out on my 2nd biscuit from Popeye's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image012.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I almost kidnapped this little boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning when I'm supposed to be studying. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Carina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline busy mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Image000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and Carina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115082616002185679?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115082616002185679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115082616002185679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115082616002185679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115082616002185679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115082616002185679' title='Smashed doors.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115062493722018278</id><published>2006-06-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:02:17.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>He talked to me! After eons. I'm so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 4 more days. What do I get? Aiyo! So frustrating. I hate getting gifts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is making my eye bags bigger. Another Brazil match tonight. It better not disappoint me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started studying ANY subject. I'm oh so screwed. I'm gonna get retained. Its for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115062493722018278?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115062493722018278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115062493722018278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115062493722018278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115062493722018278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115062493722018278' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115052023750183039</id><published>2006-06-17T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:59:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bay side.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE CALLIX, CORDE, SAM AND MY DARLING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night didn't go as well as we planned but well, everyone's day wasn't that great huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to run in the morning but then I got a blister that hurt like a bitch. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the remainder of the day with Ben teaching me Maths. Ok, trying to teach me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corde, Jeri, Sam and Xavier came over. Ok, someone was mightily late but because he was on a mission to get nipple stickers for Corde. I so wish I could have seen the salelady's face when he asked her for nipple stickers. Hilarious I say. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit la, we were LATE! By only 5 freaking minutes to get pre-sale tickets. Attempted to enter but Corde couldn't get in because she had no id. Same applied for me so fuck it, we couldn't get in in the end. Headed to Liang Court and my own stupid boyfriend didn't protect me from the gawking stares even  when Callix pointed it out. Like thanks la. I should have just worn the jacket and not budged an inch. Urgh! We were hungry so by my suggestion, we ended up at Riverside Indonesian Restaurant. I only liked the Charcoal Barbeque chicken. LOL! My main purpose in going actually. All the time we were eating we could hear soccer fans screaming and screaming. Well, final score, Argentina whooped their ass 6-0. Coolness! Anyways, I thought dinner was the most fun of the entire night. We were just talking and eating and basically talking somemore. Reminiscing about the good ole days of our Secondary school. GAWD! I miss all the silly things we did, the arguements we had, the crazy ass noodles that makes me crap like mad etc... I love you guys so so much! Thanks for making Secondary school fun. ((: Even though, Callix and Corde were making fun of me. Bloody hell! I was a dorky kid and will always be one. Haha! When Terry finally came we decided to head to Cheeky's. Since Jeri knew like everyone, we got in without our ids being checked. The club's freaking small and filled with Indians. And some of them were pretty good dancers. There was even a life size Peter Crouch on the dance floor too. I swear, that Caucasian dude definitely towered past 2m. And, I got dragged onto the dance floor but my futile attempt to dance did not work out. And dear, don't be nice and say it was ok. My gawd! I was so freaking embarrassed. I much preferred parking my ass and watching soccer. which might I add, left me tremendously happy because I got a new dress and a free dinner into the bargain. Muahahaha! He always gives in to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Sent Sam home. Corde and Xavier came over. Corde and I had the longest talk ever. From 3 plus am we talked all the way to 5 plus am. More than 2 hrs. Haha! And poor him was also on the phone hearing every bit of our conversation. Keep it to yourself ok? Its private stuff my dear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after yesterday, he knows more about me and my friends. I wish I could say the same about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. I was awoken by his phone call at 11.45am? Corde was already out of bed because Jeri reached Yishun already. It was fun having you stay over Corde. I miss you babe! We'll try and meet up more often k? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callix, my darling fts!!! I'll be here for you ok? Just hollar if you need anything babe. Don't be sad no more. P.S- You were smoking last night, so not ugly. Come on, you're the hottest amongst us all! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/girls001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/girls001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how dark I am and how fair Callix is? Ok, maybe she put on lots of foundation but still!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/girls003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/girls003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/girls002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/girls002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the ugliest amongst all of them la. Bloody shit! But, finally a photo of us all again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only 3 photos because none of us felt like cam whoring much. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm hungry and there's no food!!! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115052023750183039?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115052023750183039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115052023750183039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115052023750183039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115052023750183039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115052023750183039' title='Bay side.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115027893773967315</id><published>2006-06-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:55:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straylight,</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post these up a long time ago but I had a hard them receiving the photos. LOL! Thank you Winnie for your patience in sending these photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon's footie stinks big time! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5107%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5107%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, Sharon and Winnie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was sooooo random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea what we're doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror reflections are not good. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I look fugly when I stone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5087.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie here! Sharon's my twin. ROFL! I just love these shots we took. It was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head looks freaking weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried auditioning for the latest Home Alone mvoie, is it any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Winnie's camera, its so cool. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! This picture of Sharon is just so cute! I like it loads. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/CIMG5030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/CIMG5030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that day spent with them about a week plus ago was real fun. We even watch Yours, Mine, Ours that day. Yup, our so called study session was not fruitful. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, this week has been average so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mr.X on erm, Monday? Yup, passed Nurul my jerseys then Mr.X and I bought movie tickets for Cars. Its a good cartoon, its funny. With a reasonably good plot. Decent cartoon I say. Then then, my darling was soooo strong eh? Haha! He piggy back me from the playground all the way to the 10th floor. But he said I was heavy. Yes you did, on the 4th floor somemore. Hmpf! I need to lose weight big time. LOL! But it was fun, I kept laughing and thrashing around on his back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sam on Tuesday to lend her my dress. She better not spoil it or she's soooo dead. Haha! Went to town and Bugis. I couldn't collect my shoes la. SIGH! The stupid lady so forgot about my shoes. I want my shoes! ): And I couldn't buy the clothes I wanted. Damn! Life sucks. I want to start my business but no, Mr.X won't allow. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made new specs today! Its definitely something different. I look kinda weird! AH! Hahaha! And I got me some new contacts. Can't wait to collect it. And and, my mother gave me back my $50. I shall get that skirt. I want it. *grins* Wait, or should I get the dress? Hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my *hem* PW mates and I heard some interesting gossips. Not bad eh? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday! I hope it'll be fun. I will be pretty for you! ROFL! Ok, I'll TRY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, that's about how great my week was, not much but well... what do you expect from me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115027893773967315?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115027893773967315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115027893773967315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115027893773967315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115027893773967315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115027893773967315' title='Straylight,'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115020626989831494</id><published>2006-06-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:44:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted body.</title><content type='html'>I'm not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a materialistic bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Corde's staying over on Friday. LOL! I hope she doesn't snore. Heh! And babe, you can bring home my dogs with you, I don't want them anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUB! CLUB! CLUB! CLUB! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want callix to go. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115020626989831494?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115020626989831494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115020626989831494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115020626989831494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115020626989831494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115020626989831494' title='Tainted body.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-115003263250708157</id><published>2006-06-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:40:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and Diamonds.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I shall TRY and talk about my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was erm.. good? Actually, I can't really remember much of my week. Its as if once the holidays start, my brains switch off. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do remember is, school. It was B-O-R-I-N-G.  But I'm proud to say I didn't skip lessons. Now THAT, is an achievement. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Benny Boy who might I add, is really really annoying but a ball of fun. There, I said something nice about him. ROFL!  I caught She's The Man and Benchwarmers with him consecutively and it was mightily good. Though I had to don on his oh so smelly sweater. Stinky prep boy! Munching on sugared gummy worms and corn crisp chocolates was also fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the somewhat productive study sessions. LOL! Ok, they weren't even productive. All we did was drink and talked and drew nonsense on eachother's hands. LAMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm! Then comes a massive mental block... *Spaces for an hour*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Callix after her school ended on erm, what day was it, Wednesday? Or was it Thursday? As usual, we exchanged gossips and sadly, we had to meet in town upon which I ate Fried Mars Bars yet again and spent her money. Damn! At only the mere age of 17 and I'm already in so much debt. Haha! Next thing I know, Loan sharks are gonna come pounding on the door and splashing pig's blood on my doorsteps. Hur hur! It was fun of course, meeting up with my girlfriend. I oh so love her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I spent yesterday with Mr.X. Or rather, he came over and we had a movie marathon. It was a failure. Not only technical ones I might add. I fell asleep during Milliondollar Baby. I've no idea what went on during the show. The Goal was the only good movie, the other one was just plain trash even if it was funny. What a waste of time. LOL! But, eating was fun. I ate a whale that day. Ranging from carrot cake to sushi to microwave popcorn to ice cream to butter biscuits to chocolates to pizzas to chicken wings to wedges. Ah! Glorious food, never fails to make me happy. :D Poor him, had to eat more than me. But, I ate one more pizza than him. I love pizzas! YUMMY! man, I do sound like a pig. Bah! Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting enough. I mean, never in my life have I seen so many people speaking in tongues in one place. Intimidating? Hell yeah! But an eye opener. Thanks Yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a good girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my "Will Die For" list. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup fever has hit my world. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's match was good. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Mr.X was such a BIG Chelsea fan. To the extent of buying ALL the authentic Chelsea jerseys? Each costing around a hundred smackeroos!!! You're plain CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for giving me your winnings. I'm richer by... at least $15. LOL! Wait, I spent it all today already. Shoot! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I'm bored stiff. The match has already started and I hear my sister's screaming which means a goal is being scored but my sorry ass seems glued to the seat. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I think I shall stop waiting for Benny Boy and head back to the tv. Its calling ME already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-115003263250708157?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/115003263250708157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=115003263250708157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115003263250708157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/115003263250708157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#115003263250708157' title='Rainbows and Diamonds.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114985858800309609</id><published>2006-06-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:12:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An art in itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Digestion time! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People who study laughter are gelotologists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The Statue of liberty was a gift from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;10% of the world population is left handed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Its possible to shatter a wine glass with an umamplified human voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are 6.3 billon people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, get your brains cracking and think about these totally random questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Would u rather have glow sticks for fingers or pom poms for hands?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Would u give up your sense of smell for 1 million?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;For the rest of your life, would you rather talk like Yoda or breathe like Darth Vader?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh oh! I think this is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114985858800309609?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114985858800309609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114985858800309609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114985858800309609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114985858800309609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114985858800309609' title='An art in itself.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114960965597291192</id><published>2006-06-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:51:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly or fry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it kinda cute? We did it together. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school is just too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend drew this whilst we were oh so bored during gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0495.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0495.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend and Moi. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0494.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo just cracks me up. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary is evil. But damn was it funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114960965597291192?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114960965597291192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114960965597291192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114960965597291192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114960965597291192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114960965597291192' title='Fly or fry.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114940637715942864</id><published>2006-06-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:32:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexuality defined.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I shall stop being lazy and update properly. How about that Saha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, its been fun fun fun lately. Ok, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running for 2 days straight with Carina and Sabrina. It was good. LOL! We did run quite alot and of course, gossiped for like another 3 hours. The only bad part, I've got a major case of mosquito bites or fire ants or whatever. Its itching like mad and basically just killing me. Sigh! I enjoy time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was spent swimming with Carina. Then lunch at J8 and a really delicious chocolate cake at Secret Recipe. I wanna dine there! I wanna! I wanna! Haha! I'm a spoilt child. (: Had a run in with this group of childish bitches. I could have yank their hair off. Damn buggers! Friday afternoon onwards was spent with fy and Sam. I went all the way to tp just for him then not only didn't he give me clear instructions, thus making me walk from the end of School of Engineering all the way to the library, he still make me wait for him like a loser. So I called Sam and lo and behold, she was like 30 feet away only. The 3 of us headed to Far East for Mars Bars upon which I made fy treat me. Haha! Damn I'm mean. Walked around, bought a new Adidas purse, Mango top and a sarong. That left me majorly broke and yet again in debt. LOL! I was suffering from a major tummy ache so it kinda made walking all over town bad. Anyways, it was nice hanging out with that turd again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was  unquestionably a freaking hot day. Headed down to Sentosa! Reached there later than usual. And we didn't go to Siloso to check out my number 8. Damn! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whored as usual but hmmm... LOL! Here's only one because the rest is for my viewing pleasure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/pw%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/pw%20051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat like mad, spent alot on drinks but thankfully, I'm not burnt. All thanks to me putting on sun block like nobody's business. Haha! Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, lunched at Pastamania. I love baked pasta, yum! And oysters aren't half bad, especially with garlic sauce but boy, does one's breath stink after that. By the time we ate finish we realised it was 6 freaking pm. Talk about late! Had to rush home and dump my stuff and head to school for the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did make a detour and I got a spiffy new Puma bag. And its really HUGE. Like damn, I could shove in 2 or even 3 puppies into it. Thanks dear! (: Wait, come to think of it, isn't the colour of the bag also the colour of Chelsea? Hmmm!!!! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, I was supposed to be ushering for the play. No fair. There goes my holistic dvelopment. HAHA! Bloody hell! And I put my name down like earlier part la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me majorly pissed was the fact that we were late, the play had already started and that Kelvin could still be so relaxed. Bloody hell! I could have castrated him honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! The play was surprisingly not bad. It was funny and oh boy, Ian Chan in make-up is just WOW! Haha! He's good looking, that cannot be denied. And, I saw my lover also. Pink is sooooo her colour. Damn! I should have gotten her roses. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thanks Jin, for saving me such good seats even when other people wanted those seats. Sorry that I was horribly late! I owe you gf. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play, went home to get my mum's car. I think my sis was angry because she wanted to use the car but didn't in the end all thanks to me. Sorry jie, but my first time using can. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, drove to Changi, didn't see the trannys we wanted. WHY?!?!?! Then we just drove around aimlessly till we ended up at Jalan Kayu. Had prata then sent Sam home and then he drove me home. I had lotsa fun though I only came home at 3 am and got a hell of a scolding from my mum the next day about not putting the car back in order. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want my Z540!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Ramblings (R.R):&lt;br /&gt;I want some meatballs and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brother looks like one of the gay guys, either Colin or Kero. My brother stands a chance to be gay. I hope so. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already. When can I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would make a good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farts are good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll TRY and update more often again soon. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its painful but pleasurable. Only you can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114940637715942864?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114940637715942864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114940637715942864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114940637715942864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114940637715942864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114940637715942864' title='Sexuality defined.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114926300302729430</id><published>2006-06-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:43:23.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worm bogger.</title><content type='html'>I feel sad. I'm clearly thinking too much and I'm way too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I want this Samsung phone. The latest  Z540 but it costs over $700. SHOOT! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads have happened since my last update BUT. No one needs to know what though. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be free from my own demons. The ones that plaque my dreams and in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FY is my girlfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114926300302729430?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114926300302729430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114926300302729430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114926300302729430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114926300302729430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114926300302729430' title='Worm bogger.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114865296521345701</id><published>2006-05-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:57:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloopers moopers.</title><content type='html'>I'm but a jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a horrible feeling, knowing you're never gonna be good. Never gonna be as good as the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was that bad. I couldn't make the team.  I'm not wearing my jersey anymore. No point also. I'm just gonna look like a poser. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Jin and Joan for making it to the team though. Train hard guys and do yj proud yeah... I'm so envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny the immense disappointment I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sophia and Sam for the hugs. Heh! I'm a baby! I don't deal well with failure I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I failed my first ever gp test. Shit! My english is that bad man. I'm too stupid for anything really. Man, I'm a failure in EVERYTHING. Maybe what Leong said is true, I should just drop out of school. Maybe I can go be a road sweeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for abit of good news, Mr.X passed his driving test. Congrats!!! I knew you could do it. Now you don't have to die. Heh! And I wanna go Changi! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, other than that, I wish I would die in my sleep tonight. Oh God, please let me die in my sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114865296521345701?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114865296521345701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114865296521345701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114865296521345701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114865296521345701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114865296521345701' title='Bloopers moopers.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114856436429649143</id><published>2006-05-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:50:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy bumps.</title><content type='html'>X-Men 3 RULES! Its beyond fantastic. I give it 5 hamburgers. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was really sad when Professor.X died. And Mr.X kept on going about that school being his school. Having the same name as him does not mean its your school too bozo. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was great but a little,hmmm!  Why did Scott and Jean have to die? But, the ending was good. There must be part 4. Heh! Ok ok, its a good show so you should catch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the show I went home. My tummy hurt too bad. Sorry Jin and Winnie for cancelling out on you guys last minute. I was dying from the pain. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poops could carry me!!! HAHAHA! I'm only QUITE impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I sat on a plane? 8 years ago I think. I WANNA GO OVERSEAS!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another school day tomorrow. This time, we're gonna wear our jerseys. Yes yes? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114856436429649143?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114856436429649143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114856436429649143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114856436429649143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114856436429649143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114856436429649143' title='Fairy bumps.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114847582112467213</id><published>2006-05-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:03:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by desire.</title><content type='html'>There's no school tomorrow! Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men 3 has opened!!!! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was definitely a much better day. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my jerseys today. But, the design sucks. Dang it! WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran 8 rounds, so proud of myself. Then I tried doing pull-ups. And I  could only do 2. LOL! Oh man, I'm such a loser la. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw banana today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Joseph are crazy people. ROFL! Yes Li Jin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Sharon and Winnie playing tennis today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was apparently a bunch of nyjc guys talking about us in school. Aiyo Sharon/Winnie/Li Jin, you're too hot already, they're coming to get you. Hehe! Be careful of them nyjc guys. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bruise is fading fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my Maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Winnie and Abraham. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a free ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114847582112467213?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114847582112467213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114847582112467213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114847582112467213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114847582112467213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114847582112467213' title='Driven by desire.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114830054714432908</id><published>2006-05-22T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:25:34.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper thin.</title><content type='html'>THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE WORSE MONDAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I got knocked down by a car on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RODNEY LOST THE MATCH. I KNOW ITS MY FAULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I screwed up my Literature test.&lt;br /&gt;~ Some bastard said I had a big ass. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;~ Some shit in Li Jin's class said I had the potential to be a bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;~ I still failed my s.b.j and i.p.u.&lt;br /&gt;~ I could not salvage my friendship with Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate yjc. I rather go to jail or stay 10 years in sjc than spend 2 years or possibly 3 years in yjc. Whoever said the people were nice are just dumb. STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Callix and Corde and even screwed up sjc. At least I was with people who never judged me. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114830054714432908?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114830054714432908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114830054714432908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114830054714432908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114830054714432908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114830054714432908' title='Paper thin.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114820155925278159</id><published>2006-05-21T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:53:21.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopy Cow!</title><content type='html'>Its been great, the past 3 days. Well, almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things that's happened.&lt;br /&gt;1) I got into the Semi Finals. ((:&lt;br /&gt;2) I saw some old friends at the MI carnival. Oh, not forgetting Ian Chan. Hee! (:&lt;br /&gt;3) I got a box of Godiva chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;4) I got to dine at Black Angus. American cow and chocolate cake goes together. :D&lt;br /&gt;5) I like curls.&lt;br /&gt;6) I completed the Big Walk, the full 10km and I wasn't tired. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;7) I got a new red hot bikini.&lt;br /&gt;8) I visited Candy Empire again and came out grinning. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;9) I WILL SURVIVE is a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;10) I saw my darling Li Jin at the Big Walk. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the finishing line. MUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things that happened...&lt;br /&gt;1) I got the worse case of stomach ache.&lt;br /&gt;2) I freaking busted my knee caps.&lt;br /&gt;3) I've got sore feet from wearing heels too long.&lt;br /&gt;4) I keep tripping over my own feet. So embrarrassing can! Mr.X must be so turned off by me.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;5) I saw my history teacher at the Big Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114820155925278159?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114820155925278159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114820155925278159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114820155925278159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114820155925278159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114820155925278159' title='Poopy Cow!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114795053937965550</id><published>2006-05-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:23:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite me.</title><content type='html'>Pardon me but if I don't get this off my chest, I would really DIE. I must I must let out all my anger. Hate me if you must. I can't take it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've officially been a major bitch today. She just had to make me angry. I was telling her about the damn gpp and she just stared at me, not saying anything. Not even a "I'm sorry." or "I'll put in more effort for the next part of pw." Then my sister's friend told me that bitch was bitching about me. You still have the cheek to bitch about me? SCREW YOU! I slept at 1 plus am with Te Seng to complete the damn gpp and none of you others put in any effort. Even for the first draft you guys did NOTHING. Go fuck off really. If you think I'm in the wrong then why don't I be the one not doing anything whilst you slog your ass over rushing through everything? If it really comes down to telling Sami about it, I will not hesitate to do so. So you get a irregularity report, you think I give 2 rat's ass? NO! You've been nothing but a shit. I HATE YOU, with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell! I almost burst a freaking blood vessel this morning. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's move on. I really don't know how I'm going to get through the next few months with these people. I rather have an ingrown toe nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm! Floorball practice was good today. Played to my heart's content. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another super long day tomorrow again. I can't wait for the school holidays to start so I won't have to see much of their faces. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Saturday night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114795053937965550?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114795053937965550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114795053937965550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114795053937965550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114795053937965550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114795053937965550' title='Bite me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114787261172735237</id><published>2006-05-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:30:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual love.</title><content type='html'>Today's run was good. Ok, so I did stop here and there but still, I feel thoroughly refreshed. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only mid week!!! I've so much more to go through this week. Thankfully, next week is the last week of school officially. But then again, the first 2 weeks of holidays is taken up by school then I've to spend the last 2 weeks cramming for Block Tests. Oh oh!!! This stinks. And poopy cow is going overseas on holiday so we can't meet up much. )): GREAT! There goes my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised, I've been spending ALOT of time in school, eating, exercising now and then, hanging out with friends and basically having no life. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I don't screw up this Saturday. If I play like shit, I'm gonna pull my team down. Oh man! Pray for me!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lan eh! Sam got an Ipod Nano. Bloody hell! Give me a million years and I still wouldn't be able to afford one, not with the bills I've to pay. Sigh! Life's so unfair really. I'm so envious. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've to go. Stupid gpp is due tomorrow and yet again, only me and Te Seng are doing it. Cheesepie! Useless members I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos for you to feast on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario's face never fails to make me laugh. And, he does the perfect imitation of Mr.Leong. LOL! I've got it down on video. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0482.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is Te Seng. Pervertic Gary loves to take photos of guys. All guys photos here are courtesy of Gary. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI JIN! HAHA! We have fun in school! Thanks for always meeting me when we've the same breaks, seeing as how lonely I am. *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114787261172735237?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114787261172735237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114787261172735237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114787261172735237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114787261172735237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114787261172735237' title='Sensual love.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114770090050551606</id><published>2006-05-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:48:20.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend low.</title><content type='html'>What a LONG day. Really now, I will eventually erm, break down from exhaustion? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking upset, I failed my 5 batteries and I've to re-take my Standing Broad Jump and Incline Pull up again. Shit! Why why why!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I got a E for my History test. Shit! I actually got a D then I realized she gave me extra one mark. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my trial oral. I got 5 over 15. 2 over 5 for reading and 3 over 10 for conversation. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training, I got it tough from the coach. I can't understand simple instructions. Shit! AND, I got wacked in the ear by the bloody ball. It hurt so bad tears just ran down my cheeks. I can kill that guy really. His apology was so insincere too. Basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, I haven't had a good day. Sigh! I wish I could have seen him, maybe it would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow would at least be slightly better or I will erm, shoot myself. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally uploaded the pictures, enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0474.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby! ROFL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we a happy couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ass Corde has. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 3 of us again. After such a LONG time. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114770090050551606?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114770090050551606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114770090050551606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114770090050551606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114770090050551606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114770090050551606' title='Bend low.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114760003546333577</id><published>2006-05-14T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:52:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A splendid thing, doll face</title><content type='html'>I can't upload the pictures so nevermind, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to annouce to the world about YOU. HAHAHAHA! You want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with my fts yesterday was fun, Corde met us soon after at Far East and we ate Fried Mars Bars. Yes, that sinful indulgance is gonna cost me. Lol! I spurgled too, or rather, Mr.X  loaned me the money. I bought a Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch skirt and a Chaos dress. Which might I add, cost a small bomb. I'll pay you back somehow. (: And yes, I'm very satisfied with the purchases. Read this Mr.X, I am NOT wearing the dress, I'm still peeling on my shoulders. Not a good thing ok, people are gonna stare. Wait till my skin's back to normal. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to Clarity cafe. LOL! The food's not so bad, I shall patronise there again. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having mixed feelings now. You're so cold to me. And you said we could remain friends. Bah! Its your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that every Sunday I feel so lethargic and getting down to doing my homework never actually happens. GAWD! I'm turning into a sloth. This has to stop. I cannot carry on like this. Why isn't my brain functioning? I don't like doing critical appreciation for Literature. Its really boring and not my area of expertise. Why did I take Literature again? Oh yea, I don't like Science. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to have a ball of fun with you for an entire day! Its never gonna happen now is it, not when I've so much obligations. )):&lt;br /&gt;I want you all for myself. Selfish? Maybe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114760003546333577?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114760003546333577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114760003546333577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114760003546333577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114760003546333577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114760003546333577' title='A splendid thing, doll face'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114749252744139173</id><published>2006-05-13T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:55:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy.</title><content type='html'>Its been a helluva of a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS was fun that night. Playing the drinking game is fun. AND!!! I so did not get drunk. Maybe a little high but definitely not drunk. My mama ought to be proud of me. :D Then again, only we know what really happened that night. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's barbeque was hmmm, weird. LOL! It sucked at the ending. I was seeing red alot. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with my fts later. Can't wait. And babe, next time we'll go clubbing k? You know I only went to MOS because its a party. Sorry about Cheekies though, didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it! My weekends have just been fully booked for the next 3 weeks. Bloody hell! No free time for myself only. No alone time spacing out and letting my brain cells rot at an even faster rate. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some random shots from Friday till yesterday. (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary!!! The ass who always beats me at the drinking game. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0462.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0461.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0461.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last night's barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever be pretty? )):&lt;br /&gt;I've just become even more determined to get plastic surgery done. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. Will update more photos soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114749252744139173?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114749252744139173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114749252744139173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114749252744139173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114749252744139173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114749252744139173' title='Tipsy.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114726267068593227</id><published>2006-05-10T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:04:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intact skin.</title><content type='html'>"My name is **** **** and I'm racist" Wtf. Is that how you start your speech so people would elect you? Go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was pretty ok. Lessons ended early. I had jelly ice cream with Mr.X before heading back to school for the stupid AGM? Ran 6 rounds and played tennis. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114726267068593227?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114726267068593227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114726267068593227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114726267068593227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114726267068593227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114726267068593227' title='Intact skin.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114709275024190952</id><published>2006-05-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:52:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crestfallen.</title><content type='html'>I doubt I can get into the school team. Figures! Just look at the competition man. Sigh! Maybe next year. HOPEFULLY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just told me that EVERYONE, or so she claims, knows how much I hate her. GAWD! Actually, why do I even hate her? I've no freaking idea BUT, her voice and attitude makes me dislike her ALOT! Like really, why? Ok, so I'm being way bias, considering she's never done anything to me. But oh wells! Let's see if I can ever change my mindset. And how dare she start copying my sister and her friends by using the word "Sexy". Sheesh! Unoriginal. Like whatever la. She can be Ms.Popular for all I care. Ain't my beeswax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a tiring day. Sigh! Floorball training stepped up today. Tougher than usual and I so suck at it. Darn it! Nevermind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop harping about it. I shall train more then. Li Jin, be prepared to spend more time with me. Heh! ((: And if Joan is free, I shall snag her along too. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syiomiu. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday. My only chance at feeling free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114709275024190952?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114709275024190952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114709275024190952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114709275024190952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114709275024190952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114709275024190952' title='Crestfallen.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114701784672429073</id><published>2006-05-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:04:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy.</title><content type='html'>I spent close to a hundred today. SHIT! There goes the money I saved to pay for my handphone bill. BUT! I like what I bought. I must get my flip flops though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mr.X, had to carry all our bags. Haha! Especially Sam's ones. She spent a bomb today. Like ALOT of money on clothes. Rich biatch. Maybe Mr.X shouldn't have met us in town, he should have stayed with his parents. HAHA! But thank you really. Not to forget, MI3 is a good movie. Maggie Q just blows me away with her beauty. Yes, I would LOVE to date her. Sorry fts, but erm, Maggie Q is irresistible. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also Terry's match, but I didn't go. I'm sorry Callix. If there's another match I'll be there ok? LOVE YA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to go get ready for bed. Yes another long day tomorrow. Sigh! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114701784672429073?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114701784672429073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114701784672429073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114701784672429073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114701784672429073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114701784672429073' title='Retail Therapy.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114691162959926007</id><published>2006-05-06T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:34:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot baked fries.</title><content type='html'>How come people don't get the last entry? It says Scorpio for mine right? Meaning I'm more compatible with a Scorpio. And, you don't choose, you do some kind of survey. Everyone's one is different, mine just so happens to be a Scorpio. There you go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good. A productive day indeed with wonderful company. ((: Oh wait, not including school whereby we got locked out of class. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa trip today! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be an outing with my fts then she had to go bring her bf. Bloody hell! Thus, I brought someone too. Haha! And how did we get into Sentosa? By the weirdest way possible yet. I kept wondering if there was a catch. Heh! But! It was ok, it wasn't such a bad outing though I wasn't very sporting? Well, I didn't want to go into the waters. It was filthy. I'm not red, but tan. Mission accomplished! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy in the bright pink trunks is such a turn off. Sad guy. He's probably colour blind. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, in my room, pigging out on brownies again. GAWD! I just keep packing on the pounds like nobody's business. And I had porridge for breakfast, lunch and dinner. WTH! Not to forget tomorrow's lunch outing. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to get the latest Samsung D820. I wanna!!!!!!!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm outta here. Till next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114691162959926007?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114691162959926007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114691162959926007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114691162959926007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114691162959926007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114691162959926007' title='Hot baked fries.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114684972710333363</id><published>2006-05-06T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:22:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any takers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/scorpio.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Scorpio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong and sexy, Scorpio will overpower you into falling in love (before you even realize it!).&lt;br /&gt;You'll love being swept away by Scorpio - into a world of insane passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Scorpio will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind letting your Scorpio take the reigns, as long as you know you're truly cared for.&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and devoted, you would never do anything to set off insanely jealous Scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114684972710333363?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114684972710333363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114684972710333363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114684972710333363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114684972710333363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114684972710333363' title='Any takers?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114674751568533855</id><published>2006-05-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:58:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burns and broils.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSC00011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSC00011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/DSC00010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend. OMG! I've plenty of girlfriends. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thankfully for people like her, it makes school so much more bearable. Oh how I miss sec school days, hanging out with my bitches. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SO FTS. And even the other asses in class. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard some demoralising news just now. Damn! My future seems so bleak now. My only goal was to make it into NUS. Guess it ain't happening ever. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should just go and jump off a cliff. Nothing is ever good now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114674751568533855?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114674751568533855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114674751568533855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114674751568533855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114674751568533855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114674751568533855' title='Burns and broils.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114666114352396064</id><published>2006-05-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:49:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slander.</title><content type='html'>There are many rumors going around. There's really no one you can trust, especially in a place like that with screwed up people like them. Sheesh! I hate you bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight and take away my fears. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114666114352396064?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114666114352396064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114666114352396064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114666114352396064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114666114352396064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114666114352396064' title='Slander.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114632148534668834</id><published>2006-04-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:38:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My darling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0373.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0370.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the shirts funny? Its to apologize to our parents because we're both.... DYKES! ((:&lt;br /&gt;We were interlocking hands and walking around town in this. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Callix bought hers for only 5 bucks but mine cost 18 bucks. U OWE me can. Make me waste my money, and I have to owe you even more money. KNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure are bored no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0356.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are screwed up, I don't understand why... So small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just lame people but I do LOVE her so. I had fun my love! Haha! Next week the damn X-box place had better be open. Bloody hell! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114632148534668834?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114632148534668834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114632148534668834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114632148534668834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114632148534668834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114632148534668834' title='My darling!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114627860477654703</id><published>2006-04-29T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:23:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy guys them. Lol! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114627860477654703?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114627860477654703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114627860477654703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114627860477654703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114627860477654703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114627860477654703' title='Senseless.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114624283108814909</id><published>2006-04-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:57:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verbal Clutter.</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY GOT THE LYRICS!!!! CC sings this song for me everyday without fail. Well, it explains what I'm feeling. CC understands me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you haven't downloaded this song, you ought to be shot. So go download it NOW! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One You Love- Glenn Frey&lt;br /&gt;I know you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;someone you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;who will understand what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy answer&lt;br /&gt;Only you can say what you're gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;You took his number&lt;br /&gt;Said you weren't alone but you'll call him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the guy?&lt;br /&gt;The guy who left you cryin'?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the one who made you blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you remember those nights in his arms&lt;br /&gt;You know you gotta make up your mind...&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you&lt;br /&gt;Or are you going back to the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna cry when they know they've lost you&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna thank their stars above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna say when he comes over?&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to see this through&lt;br /&gt;All the broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;All the disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart keeps saying its just not fair&lt;br /&gt;But still you gotta make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely song. (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to so many oldies music. I'm feeling sentimental and ready to fall in love. HAHA! GAWD! I'm feeling so emotional!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114624283108814909?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114624283108814909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114624283108814909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114624283108814909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114624283108814909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114624283108814909' title='Verbal Clutter.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114614678099375342</id><published>2006-04-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:06:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing for me.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written my poem. I'm so screwed. I'm really sleepy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another long day in school. Tomorrow is gonna be my LONGEST day yet. I end lessons at 5 and then I've Floorball straight after till 7.30-8? Darn it! I hope I don't play badly again. So demoralising. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the medical checkup today and had to get a shot. Shit! I think the doctor anyhow gave me the jab. My arm was bleeding after the jab and I didn't realise till Li Jin's friends told me. I was given an alcohol swab to press down on my arm for like 5-10 minutes. Stupid! Now my arm is numb. I wonder why. It kinda hurts when I apply pressure around that area. How odd really. Sigh! This sucks. ): And, I can actually not go for OBS because of my fainting episodes. So why why did I say I can and will go? Gawd! I'm dumb. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town in the evening with Li Jin, Winnie and Sophia. Went to both Zara outlets but could not find what we wanted so we headed to Topshop. Sigh! Spent so long there walking, I was so so so tired. Only reached home at 8pm. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like my eye candy already. I found out stuff about him. Player?!? Rich and spoilt brat? Damn! Can't stand people like that. Phew! Now he's off my list. Haha! I got another one. From the tennis team. Heh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that guys in my school don't like talking to me becasue of who I hang out with. Don't blame me for being rude. Some smile at me in front of my face but talk about me being lesbian behind my back. Thank you very much. From now on, if I don't smile at some people, don't ask me why, I've my reasons. Its their loss anyways, not being able to know ME. HAHAHA! Man, I'm so thick skinned. Joking la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my PI!!! Its not very well written as I exceeded the 500 word limit and had to cut and cut till my sentences look funny. Oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to go write the damn poem for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114614678099375342?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114614678099375342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114614678099375342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114614678099375342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114614678099375342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114614678099375342' title='Sing for me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114604658256247888</id><published>2006-04-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:16:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind games.</title><content type='html'>I'M SORRY TO CALLIX AND MY SISTER. I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE OK? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another rainy day. I ordered my jersey today. My number is 12. Dang it. Someone already took 17,5,7,6,9,15. All my favourite numbers. So 12, being the month I was born in was chosen. Haha! I hope it'll be a lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so down. Today was another bad day. CC had to tolerate my mood swings. Well, CC was also in a bad mood the whole day so there you go, 2 angry people. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! I found out who's in my PW group already. I'm in Group 3! And no, I am not happy with who I'm being grouped with. As expected, CC is not in my group. Stupid school!!! The only person I can safely say I really like is Mario. Everyone else? HMMM!!!!!! ARGH!!!! I really wish I could pick my own group members. So, my dear CLOSE friends, you WILL hear alot more bitching from me from now on. Be prepared. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a current favourite song. In fact, I'm literally obessessed with it. I make CC sing it everyday for me. And yes, I am listening to it now as I type this entry. (: It explains clearly the dilemma I'm in now. Yea, we're talking about my pathetic and non-existant love life. But what the heck, I actually enjoy singlehood. Ok, in a way. I'm not procrastinating or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's something to feast your eyes on. Some lame shit that the guys were doing in school when we were all so bored. Ho hum! Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! The roses bloomed! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow would be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114604658256247888?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114604658256247888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114604658256247888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114604658256247888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114604658256247888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114604658256247888' title='Mind games.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114598038125518527</id><published>2006-04-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:53:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOP CHANGING THE BLOG SKIN. THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M CHANGING THIS, AND SACRIFICING MY SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114598038125518527?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114598038125518527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114598038125518527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114598038125518527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114598038125518527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114598038125518527' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114588589619789663</id><published>2006-04-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:20:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught up.</title><content type='html'>Monday Blues kicked in the moment I had to drag my dead body out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why today was a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm gonnna fail the Econs test today.&lt;br /&gt;2) I ate alot. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;3) I got whacked by a flying frisbee on my forehead which hurts like mad.&lt;br /&gt;4) I received an insulting sms early in the monring which made my day worse.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;6) I played so badly during Floorball. I got shouted at by the coach when I was playing. My own team member got pissed at me and asked this senior who I was. FUCK! I've never played so badly before. I missed every shot. Even Li Jin said I played really badly today. My moral is beyong low right now.&lt;br /&gt;7) Whilst buying dinner, the stupid guy behind the counter spilled coke on my handphone and wallet.&lt;br /&gt;8) I got insulted so much by Ben and Gary. With friends like them, I don't need enemies. I know I'm not pretty or have a great figure. Really. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;9) I didn't get to see my eye candy today. Not even once. I ought to switch.&lt;br /&gt;10) It rained alot, how depressing. Adds to my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things about today...&lt;br /&gt;1) He said comforting things trying to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;2) Callix changed my blogskin but its a little weird for me. Haha! Thanks babe! ILU. Can I have a change? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just drop dead really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114588589619789663?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114588589619789663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114588589619789663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114588589619789663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114588589619789663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114588589619789663' title='Caught up.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114577246202692212</id><published>2006-04-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:12:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me that you'll wait for me.</title><content type='html'>Wedding bells are in the air. Haha! I'm gonna get the bug soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;So many planning and its all really cool. Now who am I gonna invite? I don't see why I need a date. I can always dance with my girlfriends no? Yea. Girls only. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good because...&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY learnt how to ride a bicycle. Haha! Yes, I am still very wobbly but I'm pretty ok for a beginner. THANK YOU Mr.X. I know I made you run ALOT.  At least I'm helping you lose weight no? But really, its nice of you to spend your Saturday teaching me. :D&lt;br /&gt;I got to eat the jelly ice cream again. (:&lt;br /&gt;I found the place to buy the stick. BUT, now I need to go find $115. Cheesepie!&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Sam. Like FINALLY woman. Never call me one. Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Li Jin and CC. Funny people! I'll always remember PastaMania. Talk about training my abs. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a surprise. It touched me. Thanks for the concern and the subtle message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this nice? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0334.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those 3 words were so sudden. It made me burst out in tears. Emotions got the better of me. I'm glad we're still close friends. Do well for your exams please. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114577246202692212?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114577246202692212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114577246202692212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114577246202692212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114577246202692212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114577246202692212' title='Tell me that you&apos;ll wait for me.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114561972344025449</id><published>2006-04-21T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:44:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>TGIF! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new eye candy. He's cute, wears braces like yours truly and he's tall. :D&lt;br /&gt;I no longer like the bowl haircut guy because I've spoken to him and he's so ANAL. YUCK!  What a weirdo too. Tsk! I sure am blind. It sucks though, that I only see braces guy like once a day? I can't wait for Monday. Haha! I'm gonna open my eyes wide and look out for him. This time, he is actually good looking enough to date. Even Gary says he ain't so bad. Coming from Mr Stingy, that's a compliment. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball was cancelled today so no match. We're gonna get thrashed even if it was another day. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week alone, I've eaten fast food almost everyday. I'm so gonna grow EVEN fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've got fabulous news. :D I passed my first ever Literature test on Unseen Poetry. YEA! I thought I was gonna fail, I wrote ALOT of rubbish. MUAHAHAHA!!!! My head's a lil big now. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its only ONE pathetic paper but do let me feel victorious for awhile. I've been constantly failing and this is the only paper I've passed thus far. Not to mention I'm so going to fail next Monday's Econs test. I hate Elasticity. Oh yeah, Mr.Leong is such a shit. He flashed my Econs assignment on the bloody visualizer and because my work was so full of crap (8/20), and I wrote nonsense, he had to point it out and people laughed. Oh WOW! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kept thoroughly entertained during GP by the fella above. He's lame. His dancing style is soooooo funny. I'm so gonna have abs hanging around him. Lol! Thank you God for letting me meet such a joker. Heh! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going well lately. I wanna stamp my feet, scream and then wail. I wish I could have a great big bear hug. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You told me lies and made me feel like a fool. Time and again you promised not to hurt me with the things you do and say. From the start you knew I hate liars. Especially if you mean ALOT to me. What am I gonna do with you now? I might have hurt you, but not as much as what you've done. I'm but a fool really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114561972344025449?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114561972344025449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114561972344025449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114561972344025449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114561972344025449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114561972344025449' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114553274491603446</id><published>2006-04-20T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:32:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enstranged,</title><content type='html'>Thursday!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;It means meeting up with them. But Joan didn't come. ): This time, I requested Macs. Wanted more of Shaker fries. God I'm addicted to that bag of fat. I came late though, at 5. Had stupid bridging lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, we exchanged news though this time there weren't much. Or maybe I missed most of it. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class photo taking today. I felt so sad. I had no close friends to take with. I felt so darn extra with Gary and Mario. Both of them are inseperable. And that CC and Ben didn't come. Like thanks alot seriously. If I say nasty things to you, you know why. Its TIT FOR TAT. (: Fun shot was SUPER lame. I borrowed te seng's phone and the 3 of us pretended to be on the phone. Oh shit! I so know the photos are gonna turn out like crap. I blinked twice during the formal shots too. My eyes are so gonna be closed when the print comes out. AH!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really look like a turtle from behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is Gary Goh Kun Wei. HAHA! The prick who pushed me off the bench and made my ankle worse. I'll get you shorty. ROFL! :D How I adore this shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114553274491603446?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114553274491603446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114553274491603446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114553274491603446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114553274491603446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114553274491603446' title='Enstranged,'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114545747368289141</id><published>2006-04-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:37:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long awaited photographs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, CTG outing at Seoul Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Mario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0301.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0301.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food oh glorious food! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0311.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelda and I. GAWK! My nose looks weird. P.S-I really like this girl. She's nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna die of HBP eating so much eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0308.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben.Lim and Ben.Lee. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and Mario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots from hereforth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Angel! Bloody rascal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0319.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is one helluva of a big jackfruit which I took at the market. Haha! Uncle didn't even know I took shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollaback! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/1600/Photo-0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4942/675/320/Photo-0322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bitches! ((: Why do I always look so spastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114545747368289141?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114545747368289141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114545747368289141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114545747368289141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114545747368289141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114545747368289141' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114536933511250944</id><published>2006-04-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:08:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity.</title><content type='html'>AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swinging people. Tsk! There's always days like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is coconut and kaya the same thing? No right? What if its used in kuehs, is it the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my brain cells rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would stop talking about ** and **. Its really annoying. Sigh! Even the T faculty is watching **. CB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really petty and sensitive. I got insulted pretty badly by Gary today and got really really upset. Maybe I should just take what they say lightly. Its all in the name of fun, even if its at my expanse. Lol! Bah! I think its just me really. It never used to affect me this badly. At least he bought me Shaker fries to make up for it. Haha! Food keeps me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go away from it all! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114536933511250944?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114536933511250944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114536933511250944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114536933511250944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114536933511250944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114536933511250944' title='Insanity.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114517107760963331</id><published>2006-04-16T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:33:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kneel over dead.</title><content type='html'>I don't regret going for the Hollaback event. It was good. And I'm smitten by the drummer of The Click Five. What a turn on. His messy hairdo. His drumming technique. Damn! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JOAN! I saw someone there. Hee! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Last night was terrible. You're making my life a living hell with your poisonous words. How much more can I take? I don't know. My patience is only that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it was THAT big. I love it!!! Oh how I wish I had the luck of ever living in it. Oh wow! I was honestly gobsmacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring Sunday today  is. I don't know how to answer my history assignment. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop being so indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. I actually believe that if a guy really loves you, he would do these things without a girl having to open her mouth. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114517107760963331?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114517107760963331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114517107760963331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114517107760963331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114517107760963331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114517107760963331' title='Kneel over dead.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114502533136169539</id><published>2006-04-14T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:44:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity.</title><content type='html'>It was a freaking wet day. I got soaking wet in the rain at East Coast. And it just had to rain when I almost got the hang of learning to ride a damn bicycle. Mr.X is gonna teach me till I can ride the bike. I don't care. He's the only one strong enough to hold my weight anyways. (:&lt;br /&gt;And, we bladed and he kept on whining that he was gonna fall/die etc... Haha! So annoying! But he did fall and I fell like after he fell. Lol! It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;After standing under this lil hut, we gave up waiting for the rain to subside and he cycled whilst I jogged beside him, to return the bike. Then we ran to the underpass. On a spontanous note, I literally dragged Mr.X to the playground and we slide on the slides and basically got even wetter. Haha! Then I bruised my hip bone trying to squeeze through the tunnel. Man! It hurt like mad la. Damn my big butt. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mama shop nearby and ate jelly ice cream. I never knew Walls came up with that. It was good. (: I changed into his singlet too which was HUGE. It reached down to above my knees. It can even be a dress. Lol! We slacked under that void deck, reading the New Paper together, munching on chips and drinking Green Tea till the rain finally stopped. Took the bus back to yck, headed to Khatib, bought food and took a long long walk to Northpoint. During that walk, we were arguing about Speedos. I actually like Speedos and would like the guy I date to wear it. Haha! He thinks its gay, disgusting and stupid. Whatever la. I'm entitled to my own opinion. (: We had Starbucks. I had Caramel yet again and Oreo cheesecake. His warm chocolate cake was nicer though. Heh! Yes, I am gonna grow fat. I know it. Talked to Alfred for like a second or two. That playboy. Tsk! Right Mr.X? He won't ever get me. I'm sure of it. HAHAHA! I headed home soon after, took a shower and together we headed off to watch Reincarnation. Fuck! The movie gets 9 out of 10 for the scare factor but for the plot, it gets like a 4? I was completely lost. Haha! And, after the movie ended, there was this girl who was CRYING like mad because she was so frightened. ROFL! It was so funny. Thankfully I didn't cry. I was just covering my eyes the entire time and Mr.X kept pulling my hand away, forcing me to watch. Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and tired. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what you're thinking and feeling. You're possessive and paranoid. You can't help it. Given someone like me, no one can help it. I'm sorry. Suddenly it reminds me of the incidence whereby Chubby Cheeks said you would send this song to me. Its title was Should I Stay I think, by Dreams FM? Yeah, It was like a slap in the face when she said it but to me, at that point in time, it was as if that was what you were going through. I'm so sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long day tomorrow. I just realised I won't be able to study this whole weekend yet again. Its like things keep cropping up and I've to go out for this reason or that. I think, next weekend onwards, I won't go out with just anyone and unless it was a matter of life and death. I really need to catch up on my work. Shit! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have to go call my dear fts. I love you and if you're like single again, do know that I'm available. I will drop every guy except celebs for you. Hee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114502533136169539?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114502533136169539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114502533136169539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114502533136169539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114502533136169539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114502533136169539' title='Serenity.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114493271842505361</id><published>2006-04-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:00:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet treats.</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. Albeit the fact that I think I ate the wrong food and hence the worse case of stomach ache. It hurt so bad that my head was hurting too. Haha! I was dying in Chinese class. Like literally. I wanted my mummy so badly. Lol! It still hurts now too. Shit man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, headed to Starbucks after school ended with Sharon, Winnie, Joan, Li Jin and Kiara. Actually, Li Jin came at only 4 plus. Yeah! We had lots of fun. Sharon and kiara left around 5.30 and the rest of us slacked awhile more. It was fun, if only we could do this everyday and see eachother everyday. How fun! (: It was nice telling eachother our thoughts and feelings about certain things, share the current gossips and they let me gush about my bowl hair cut guy (excpet Li Jin who cringes at the mere mention of him.) Haha! I kept smiling at him everytime I saw him today and I honestly think I'm freaking him out. The poor boy is probably gonna go home crying to his mother about this grotesque mammoth smiling foolishly at him. ROFL! But he's really adorable in a cute way. I wanna kick him. Haha! I'm a bloody sadist really. And I heard he believes he can do magic. Ooooh! ROFL! I shall dedicate the song, 'You can do magic' to him. LAME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just so minute in their thinking. There's a HUGE difference between saying someone is good looking (Eye candies) and actually liking them on a deeper level. Grow up please. Especially on your mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors are like cancer. They spread fast and they can be deadly. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow! ((: Gonna blade the day away. Can't wait. I hope I don't fall hard on my ass again, it hurts so darn bad everytime I fall and the ground shakes because of the impact of my mammoth butt. Lol! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally received the Valentine's Day photos from Sam. Now then she give me. Bloody hell! I won't post them up anyways. I look so fat in every photo. Haha! There was even one photo in which I was bending over trying to tackle Andrew and Andrea took a shot of my HUGE butt. Damn! ): But the pictures are funny. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done. I haven't even showered yet. Hee! Smelly!!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy really. Probably from the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114493271842505361?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114493271842505361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114493271842505361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114493271842505361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114493271842505361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114493271842505361' title='Sweet treats.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114484839094609509</id><published>2006-04-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:26:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downfall of a sadist.</title><content type='html'>Aye, yesterday was indeed a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok, the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CTG outing after school. Headed to Causeway Point's Seoul Garden. Man, I ate a cow. Haha! And Gary was nice enough to peel the prawns for me as I didn't want to dirty my hands. (: I fed him ALOT of food too. Haha! Time to fatten him up so I get stopped being made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;Left at 5.30 to meet Andrew. Went for Jeri's birthday bbq which was pretty fun. I hate Absolut Vodka, it burns your throat real badly. 2 shots and I was done. Even the pit of my stomach burned. Yuck! I stuffed MORE food into my mouth too. Had wings, corn, hard potatoes, chips. Man! I sure can eat. :D Thankfully my mum was able to pick me up from Jeri's house. She was nice by sending Andrew and Sam home too. Reached home at 12 and slept. I am seriously lacking in sleep. Because of the hectic day, I completely neglected all my homework which resulted in me having to rush through them during my 2 half hour breaks of the day today. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PT after school was cancelled. Yay! I was feeling lazy anyways, didn't have the mood to run. Went for History club and watched The Mummy. I watched before already. But hell, just watch. CC, Mario and I were pigging out on chips. Lol! We treated the place as a movie theater. Funny man. We laughed alot, made alot of noise. I'll bet the other hate us. Who cares really. Headed to Northpoint for dinner with them and was joined by 3 other friends of Mario. Yeah, finally reached home at 8 plus and from the time after I showered till now, I was looking for newspaper articles. Damn I can't seem to find any. I think I should just print from online right? Cleaner way too, seeing as I hate touching newspapers. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've new nicknames. Damn these people. If you've caught Ice Age 2, you'd understand. I am but the Mammoth who thinks she's a possum. And my butt is THE Himalayas. Hahaha! Bunch of shits really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, my day was pretty much spoilt by a certain someone. Thanks alot really. Sometimes I wish I never met you. You hurt me and I hurt you back. Our tit for tat game remember? I think I'm giving up. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've wasted alot of precious time being lazy. Like duh right? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114484839094609509?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114484839094609509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114484839094609509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114484839094609509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114484839094609509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114484839094609509' title='Downfall of a sadist.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114466916546180173</id><published>2006-04-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:39:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushing defeat.</title><content type='html'>I'll make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm so gonna be retained at the end of this year. I got back my Chinese test paper and I got a freaking 5 over 30. Lowest in class I bet. Damn! Not to mention a double blow. I failed my history test by 1 bloody mark. Sigh! I'm a failure in jc. Anyone wanna give me free tuition? Haha! Anyone?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball was fun today . Had a friendly match against  Northland Secondary 'B' Division Girls and YJC got thrashed. Hahaha! We lost 9-1. Imagine that. But, those girls have been playing for years, meaning more than 3/4 years that kind, plus, they're National players too or so I heard. Damn! How embarrassing, a jc losing to a secondary school. But, I got to play Defence and it was fun. Thankfully I didn't get shouted at by Mdm Sheila . Whew! Gonna watch the guy's hockey team compete next week. Yea! I'm going! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really angry with my chinese teacher today. I had to take early leave but she wouldn't let me leave the damn class. Shit man! I was fuming mad. Eventually I did get to leave the school and made it back for gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I was bitching about Benjamin and Gary to Li Jin and this other girl whose name I strangely can't remember and lo and behold, both Ben and Gary were behind me. Hahaha! They only heard me teling them about how Ben likes to make fun of my huge ass. The lower half of my body is the bane of my existance man. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, have to go. Gonna have dinner with Mr.X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114466916546180173?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114466916546180173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114466916546180173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114466916546180173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114466916546180173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114466916546180173' title='Crushing defeat.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114454896653227255</id><published>2006-04-09T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:20:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without my skin.</title><content type='html'>How come in just 24 hours my life changed so drastically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say thank you to Fahmi, for being a nice guy (FINALLY!) yesterday, taking time out to help my family, Chubby Cheeks who eventually TRICKED me into something (YOU OWE ME OR I WOULD REALLY CUT YOUR FAT CHEEKS OFF!!), my dearest CORDE and her boyfriend for coming down so late at night. I really appreciate it. Thanks so much babe! I still owe you your form. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would want to apologize to Callix for cancelling out on her and making her get angry via sms. I'm so sorry babe! Didn't mean to cancel our date. I owe you one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm! I think that's about it. I would like to announce happily too that I got through yesterday perfectly fine, without having anyone to fall back on. I'm STRONG emotionally! (: Ok, except for the part whereby I was crying and couldn't even speak coherently. Thankfully I was alone. Whew! Haha! I'm fine now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I really hate this girl. She's fugly, think she's hot, talks way toooooooo much and is an ex classmate of mine. I would look past all those flaws of yours and still happily be your friend but no, you had to go and say something really horrible. So I am doing that now too. Don't you dare be fucking insensitive about my family. It's MY family and MY problems so don't be rude you fuck tart. I SO HATE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up Chubby Cheeks to go for a drink. What I had in mind was a quiant lil pub, maybe facing the Singapore River, along maybe Clarke Quay to unwind before I went stark bonkers from the trauma of that day. But guess where I ended up in? I ended up in a Liverpool club, (M!A) with LOUD music, smoke everywhere. Sigh! You OWE me Chubby Cheeks but thanks for sending me all the way home and into bed. Other than that, I've only a blur recollection of what happened. Damn! And I only had 7 cups of Vodka with syrup but spent the night puking ALOT! SHIT! I'm certified so not a drinker. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done. Have many things to do today. Yet another trip to that place that reeks of sickness and death. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114454896653227255?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114454896653227255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114454896653227255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114454896653227255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114454896653227255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114454896653227255' title='Without my skin.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114442307012567600</id><published>2006-04-07T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:17:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part time lover.</title><content type='html'>OMG! I was in town just now and I saw Ian Chan and his girlfriend. Haha! Oh man! But actually, who cares really. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Failure To Launch with chubby cheeks today and might I say, it was a good movie. Yes, typical love story yada yada but good nonetheless. Best to watch it with say your boyfriend or girlfriend though. Just a tip. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;And I bought ear studs just now. CC was helping me choose and we were arguing over the last pair. Of course I got my way. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Ate Subway after that. I'm super full now. Finally got home like 10pm? I'm exhausted and I left my file in chubby cheek's bag. Shit! How am I gonna do my homework now?&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm so gonna get into BIG trouble now that I remember. I was supposed to collect the Maths homework from the class and give it to Ms Lee. Oh shit! I'm so damn irresponsible. Why the hell did I self nominate again? Haha! Oh yeah, can get points. Damn! I'll just apologize so sincerely to her on Monday. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told be someone that I was weird. It isn't the first time but man, it really sucks to be called weird.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I'm weird:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not afraid of cockroaches. I can walk past them without even blinking an eye while most girls would scream and probably jump into the guy's arms. Which I think is really lame.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't flirt properly.&lt;br /&gt;3. I cannot pick up on certain hidden meanings.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like ugly/blur/cute/spastic guys. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all CC told me thus far. Did I mean anything out? Doubt so. But yes, romantically wise, I am freaking weird. Damn! I'm abnormal. Can someone teach me to be like a normal girly girl? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was nice to my sister today. So proud of myself. (: I met her before she left school and she told me she was going town and she wanted me to carry her geo file which I did. Considering the fact that I was going town too and her file ain't that light. Haha! And of course not to mention during recess I bought her sweets and her friend chocolate. But her friend is nice and pretty so can la. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I've been in self denial for like the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;It finally finally like hit me really hard and I've seen the "light". How can I be so stupid? The signs were right in my face but I stupidly ignored them. Why give me mixed signals? I feel inferior when I see that picture. I'm not good enough. If only I had a prettier face, better body and smarter brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've more to say but then, I'm chatting with way too many people and no, I cannot multi-task. Haha! Till tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114442307012567600?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114442307012567600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114442307012567600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114442307012567600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114442307012567600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114442307012567600' title='Part time lover.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9330259.post-114432130370997499</id><published>2006-04-06T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:01:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>It's been harder for us to get along recently. How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the usual, a big fat bore. I've been stuffing food into my mouth constantly. I know I've packed on the pounds hence the nickname fatty. Damn! I don't know, I awoke this morning feeling really down. Alas, I had people like Winnie, Li Jin and Sharon to brighten up my day after school. :D We will do this every Thursday. Can't wait for next Thursday! (: Ok, I of course would not be an ingrate for someone else attempted to brighten up my day too. Thank you Woman! Lol! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw those bunch of thugs in school today. They're apparently J1s too. Figures I've never seen them till yesterday of course. Insignificant shits. I really hate people who judge people. I do that too but hell, I accept people for who they are. I would have fought if I had to, but I was made fun of, seeing as how I can't even do one pull up. Haha! Damn you evil people! But its ok, I have come to accept the daily dosage of insults. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rumors ran rampant. Sigh! It makes me hate school even more. I just reconfirmed my thinking that Single-sex schools is and will always be the best type of schools and guys are the most childish of all homosapiens. Turds!!! It really just infuriates me so. I think I've alot of bottled up emotions inside right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go run. Have to burn some fats. I so need to lose weight. SHIT! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be loved again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9330259-114432130370997499?l=fryingpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/feeds/114432130370997499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9330259&amp;postID=114432130370997499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114432130370997499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9330259/posts/default/114432130370997499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fryingpants.blogspot.com/index.html#114432130370997499' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04967452926007666072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
