<?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-7392744</id><updated>2011-11-26T01:31:51.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The poison she hides.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112438266415271830</id><published>2005-08-18T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:25:16.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equations of mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I might be hard to comprehend. Complex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But is anybody really looking for something simple? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trust me, I've tried to be plain but it fits me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am losing my inspiration, &amp; maybe my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is sewn to its side too. Maybe I don't want to give you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another chance because I know that you'll just leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it abused. &amp;amp; maybe that's the only thing I have ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're halfway to ambiguity but let's not talk about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this now because the words are tangled in my mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; I am running on the very last fine thread of burnout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have few new words to offer but I've got a collection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of apologies hiding under my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time carries itself through every decision I have made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; regret. It tells me that it has no answers but uncertainty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so I should learn to take things as they come &amp; I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nothing in me that allow me to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question &amp;amp; doubt every inch of what I am &amp; fight to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;figure out just what it's going to be or I want it to be &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in regression trying to find some sort of solution to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this apathy that has grown stale through masked emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; trying to let go, which only further provokes holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dull like the throbbing in my knee from last night's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;masquerade, &amp;amp; pointless like its outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is me, tucking hours beneathe my skirt &amp; running away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;without a single bread crumb trail to indicate where I might be.&lt;br /&gt;I'll disappear for a day, a week, a month or maybe a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me when I'm vulnerable, I live to deceive myself &amp;amp; you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112438266415271830?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112438266415271830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112438266415271830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/equations-of-mixed-feelings.html' title='Equations of mixed feelings.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112428793366775816</id><published>2005-08-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:50:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These things I'll never say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what if I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;straight faced with misery tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't do me any good&lt;br /&gt;It's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What use is it to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't coming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why can&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t I just tell you that I care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;These words keep slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I stutter, I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Like I've got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening for once. It's the things you said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112428793366775816?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112428793366775816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112428793366775816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/these-things-ill-never-say.html' title='These things I&apos;ll never say.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112395689078799129</id><published>2005-08-14T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:54:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY's DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost the words &amp; prayed for life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost my soul &amp;amp; grabbed the knife&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/aexjtc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Shiok eh? &lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt; NC-16 movie today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you look so constipated in this pic. HAHA! iloveyou! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/aexsg1.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; be mybaby. (: &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/aexoh0.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112395689078799129?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112395689078799129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112395689078799129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-babys-day.html' title='MY BABY&apos;s DAY.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112379656824928353</id><published>2005-08-12T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:03:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger I will not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I woke up early just to watch you fly away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Different Corner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say love was a magical thing&lt;br /&gt;I'd say love would keep us from pain&lt;br /&gt;Had I been there, had I been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would promise you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to lose you would cut like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t dare&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;no I don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've never come close in all of these years&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one to stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so scared, I'm so scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back in time maybe I can forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn a different corner and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we never would have met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it, for you it's a breeze&lt;br /&gt;Little by little you've brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I've never come close in all of these years&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one to stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all that there is is this fear of being used&lt;br /&gt;I should go back to being lonely and confused&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would, I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/10th&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Aug 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. Exceedingly weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willy Wonka's demure voice, pasty complexion,&lt;br /&gt;perfectly bobbed locks &amp; androgynous air seem&lt;br /&gt;to present a reflection of Michael Jackson. I'm&lt;br /&gt;certainly not the only one who has spotted this&lt;br /&gt;resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.dennisandric.com/pages/emt/mjcf.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Chocolates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm the only soul around here who likes&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Oompa Loompas &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; I simply love Violet's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/actovk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Sophia Robb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/actr4h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/11th Aug 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. English O Level Oral. Everything was perfect until&lt;br /&gt;I took a step into the examination room. The contrast&lt;br /&gt;of emotions, &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the room was &lt;strong&gt;unbearable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I almost hyperventilated, infront of the examiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think I did fairly well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/12th Aug 05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. The BIG day. GCE O Level Mother Tongue results&lt;br /&gt;out today. I've got 3 packets of tissue ready. /cross fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for School &amp;amp; I haven't had a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not coming in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112379656824928353?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112379656824928353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112379656824928353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/linger-i-will-not.html' title='Linger I will not.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112335380549277306</id><published>2005-08-07T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:45:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Writers Festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Singapore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Writers Festival&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; 100 word Epic Challange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular entry got my vote. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delusion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl has been eyeing me ever since I got onto the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;With my height, my good looks, I know I carry a certain&lt;br /&gt;degree of magnetism. If I looked at girls in a certain way,&lt;br /&gt;they never fail to return my look. And I thought my charm&lt;br /&gt;had deserted me - Glances that once would have swiftly&lt;br /&gt;responded to mine had somehow been sidestepping me.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling with my heavy bags of grocery, I returned her&lt;br /&gt;smile, my favorite pickup line swelling at the tip of my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Then she opens her mouth, "Uncle, you can have my seat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful climax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112335380549277306?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112335380549277306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112335380549277306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/singapore-writers-festival.html' title='Singapore Writers Festival.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112326516732035484</id><published>2005-08-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T04:34:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off my knees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying awake to chase a dream&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making the same mistakes again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragdoll&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ya feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;The day has had its way with both of us&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I've gone out of my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;m not free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From this pain I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;m feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a fool to think someday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would come around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now i see&lt;br /&gt;You are not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;You are a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it baby&lt;br /&gt;You're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your day been?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;strong&gt;mine has taken strange and ugly turns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;I feel better today&lt;br /&gt;'CauseI'm off my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not what you seem&lt;br /&gt;You are a mystery to me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it baby&lt;br /&gt;You're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A heart ready for a life of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No you can't come back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut my windows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lock my doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart won't be your ragdoll anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should just go away 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There's no necessity for you to stay and&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come around my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it baby&lt;br /&gt;You're not comin' in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A heart ready for a life of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No you can't come back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut my windows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lock my doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart won't be your ragdoll anymore&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;Cause my heart won't be your ragdoll anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm having fun &lt;em&gt;slamming&lt;/em&gt; this digital &lt;a href="http://www.pekkasandborg.com/portfolio/newRagdoll.swf"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ragdoll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about. (Yeah, what's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with me &amp;amp; Ragdolls.) &lt;em&gt;If only&lt;/em&gt; I can attach TLK's face to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I fall short, If I don't make the grade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your expectations aren't met by me today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always tomorrow, or tomorrow night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang in there baby, sooner or later, I know I'll get it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Such a gracious detail of my being, this is all you'll ever know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112326516732035484?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112326516732035484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112326516732035484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/off-my-knees.html' title='Off my knees.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112309596215687066</id><published>2005-08-04T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:41:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This world&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; this world is cold but you don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; you don't have to go&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE THE WORLD TONIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my emotions leashed, but recently, it has been rising near&lt;br /&gt;the killing edge. I feel so tetchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkles at the eyes will start to curl as the sides of the mouth&lt;br /&gt;pulls upward gently to form a smile. But gradually, I'm forgetting how&lt;br /&gt;the wrinkles feel like, &amp; a smile doesn't come so often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we take the action of smiling &amp;amp; laughing for granted without&lt;br /&gt;realising that the ingredients for their emergence might not last&lt;br /&gt;forever. People say that when I don't smile, I look like I'm about&lt;br /&gt;to kill someone, &amp; in my eyes, there are anger &amp;amp; a tinge of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Looks can kill'&lt;/strong&gt; applies well here, &amp; in recent days, I've been honing&lt;br /&gt;that skill pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;this suit of armour I cocoon myself in&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This layer of aloofness &amp;amp; cynicism acts as a shield to protect myself&lt;br /&gt;from redundant emotional hurt. Without the suit, I become assailable.&lt;br /&gt;We open our hearts to that specific person, &amp; with that comes a trust&lt;br /&gt;that the person will not use this string of love to inflict pain. Yet, every&lt;br /&gt;little bump along the road hurts. It wouldn't hurt if someone else&lt;br /&gt;inflicted it, but since that person has a way into our hearts, it hurts&lt;br /&gt;darn badly. Because we're so vulnerable to our loved ones, I choose&lt;br /&gt;to keep this armour on, for as long. &lt;em&gt;Knowing this, will you still wait?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too afraid. Fucking afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Where I can run just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I swear you're just like a pill, instead of making me better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You keep making me ill&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you keep making me ill&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raise facades to mask our feelings &amp; I'm tired of the&lt;br /&gt;disappointment behind every true natures. The face is a fake,&lt;br /&gt;but emotions are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..2nd 'Fuck' for the night. I hate the way I sound in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forgive, sorry to say, you don't know you're guilty anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how we don't speak the language of love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112309596215687066?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112309596215687066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112309596215687066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/08/runaway.html' title='Runaway.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112255644435991361</id><published>2005-07-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:51:56.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkay old man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes are the windows to my soul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so I shut them &amp; remain whole. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;the world don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The act &lt;/u&gt;in this &lt;a href="http://direland.typepad.com/direland/2005/07/iran_executes_2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the most absurd one I'd&lt;br /&gt;seen in a long time. Hunged for being homosexuals?&lt;br /&gt;I'm appalled &amp;amp; disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;cry me a river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my Guardian Angel? This would be the 2nd time&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost my wallet due to my negligence for the safety of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; since it was never returned to me on both occasions, I no&lt;br /&gt;longer harbour faith in Singaporean souls, &amp;amp; believe that&lt;br /&gt;they'll return lost items, in this case, a wallet. If I learnt&lt;br /&gt;anything from this incident, it's not to be so careless (yes, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; never to trust &lt;strong&gt;old men&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm positive that bastard of an&lt;br /&gt;old man made a 'five finger discount' on my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no one to blame but myself, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;my worst punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day after losing my wallet, I arrived at school &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; minutes&lt;br /&gt;late. Perhaps I could've help it but the cool weather was&lt;br /&gt;tempting. My bed was even more seductive. I just couldn't&lt;br /&gt;wake up. What makes being late really torturous is having&lt;br /&gt;to put up with &lt;strong&gt;Miss I-have-pungent-breath&lt;/strong&gt;'s singing.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure all late-comers share the same sentiment as me)&lt;br /&gt;That woman &lt;u&gt;CANNOT&lt;/u&gt; sing for nuts. I thought I was bad,&lt;br /&gt;until I heard her. Damn, that woman really messed up my&lt;br /&gt;mind. Not to forget, my sense of hearing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you 'shower' on us when you speak, that putrid&lt;br /&gt;stench that escapes from that trap of yours each time you&lt;br /&gt;stubbornly refuse to shut it. That 'cute' bounce in the way&lt;br /&gt;you walk..everytime you come near, I have a strong desire&lt;br /&gt;to put on a gas mask &amp;amp; open an umbrella!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;God, &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; isn't enough punishment, they got us to buy a CLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;I know, WHAT THE HELL. Stupid school's good at digging our&lt;br /&gt;pockets. Buy this, that, donate here, there, pay this, that, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels funny &amp;amp; I'm running a temperature now.&lt;br /&gt;Good. Maybe my brain'll get fried then I don't have to go to&lt;br /&gt;school &amp;amp; receive&lt;em&gt; your&lt;/em&gt; shower of 'blessings'. If each shower&lt;br /&gt;makes me smarter, I'll re-consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112255644435991361?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112255644435991361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112255644435991361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/stinkay-old-man.html' title='Stinkay old man.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112205884091365803</id><published>2005-07-23T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:24:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A love dipped in anaesthetic&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finale of a pen-down&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, anger just doesn't describe the scene anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Neither does irritation nor all the rash emotions. All that's&lt;br /&gt;left is a numbing disappointment. I'd walked away from it all&lt;br /&gt;feeling pained, feeling disappointed, but I'm no longer angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess&lt;/em&gt;. I'm still rather uncertain at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People rear their ugly heads at the strangest moments.&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, what had been etched onto the memories&lt;br /&gt;cannot be erased. Question is, is the&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; strong enough&lt;br /&gt;to maintain some sense of familiarity with the ugly head?&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope, because feelings can't be measured&lt;br /&gt;with a scientific instrument. Instead, I choose to measure&lt;br /&gt;it against sacrifices &amp; &lt;u&gt;compromises&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are willing to give up, &amp;amp; what I'm willing to give&lt;br /&gt;you back. It isn't, what you are willing to give up, &lt;strong&gt;I will do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the same&lt;/strong&gt;. Note the difference. Just because you can give&lt;br /&gt;up your friends, doesn't necessary mean I am willing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore once, no matter how head over heels in love I may be,&lt;br /&gt;or no matter how anyone's charm may make my hormones&lt;br /&gt;rage, it will never get to the point where he/she takes priority&lt;br /&gt;over my friends. It's a no-brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take time warming up to someone, because more often than&lt;br /&gt;not, I don't trust people enough to share with them everything&lt;br /&gt;I feel. There is suspicion in the air, &amp; the fact that most people&lt;br /&gt;around me aren't primary school children anymore, the seed of&lt;br /&gt;cynicism is deeply rooted. &lt;strong&gt;Everyone has motives&lt;/strong&gt;. Because of&lt;br /&gt;this cynicism in human nature as they grow older, it becomes&lt;br /&gt;increasingly difficult to create relationships or friendships &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;discern who my real friends &amp; fair weather ones are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;Jealousy spreads like poison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can actually push aside the jealousy that's engulfed you,&lt;br /&gt;you might just see that what I have become is the result of your&lt;br /&gt;poison for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot become your fairytale perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be long until you realise, that &lt;strong&gt;negativity&lt;/strong&gt; has its way of toying you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112205884091365803?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112205884091365803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112205884091365803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/what.html' title='What.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112180673360986896</id><published>2005-07-20T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:56:13.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s my confession&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; make me your possession&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/95phzo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on just say it; you need me like a bad habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112180673360986896?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112180673360986896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112180673360986896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/possessed.html' title='Possessed.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112169852901101608</id><published>2005-07-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:44:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ambivalent."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t define me&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ll destroy me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another discursive essay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People who really know me well enough to know&lt;br /&gt;some of the things that go on in my life will know&lt;br /&gt;that I trivialize everything important in my blog,&lt;br /&gt;that is, if I blog about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really let you into my life, will you fathom?&lt;br /&gt;If I really wanted to splash my life across here,&lt;br /&gt;I'd lock up my blog &amp; I wouldn't enable comments.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm blogging for an audience here, many of which,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe&lt;/em&gt;, will have &lt;strong&gt;no clue&lt;/strong&gt; what I'm driving at. Cept&lt;br /&gt;for that &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt;. So I have to step up to the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;of what I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never let a ray of dark slip in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; catch&lt;em&gt; at least&lt;/em&gt; one of these movies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. The Maid&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. Red Candy&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. The Island&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;. Willy Wonka looks like Michael Jackson,&lt;br /&gt;possibly worse &amp;amp; more effeminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you catch me? Where would we land?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112169852901101608?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112169852901101608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112169852901101608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/ambivalent.html' title='&quot;Ambivalent.&quot;'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112134724243017664</id><published>2005-07-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:50:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can you paint a broken heart&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;framed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with lines of disregard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read further, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/cgi-bin/WebObjects/CTDSites.woa/298/wa/gotoSite?destSite=" revisioncode="THSthankyoupg_ARSlogo" origin="thsTY&amp;wosid="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Feed an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;There, that wasn't too difficult was it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prisoners in a gilded cage&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;each &amp; everyone of us&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my synopsis for art &amp;amp; it dawned on me&lt;br /&gt;that there are a lot of misconceptions about me. Just what&lt;br /&gt;kind of image am I putting out? I've been judged/conceived&lt;br /&gt;a slacker, a rebel (being most common), a stick in the mud,&lt;br /&gt;a fucking bitch, a smart bitch, sarcastic, strong-willed &amp;&lt;br /&gt;hotheaded. I've heard some people label me all of these.&lt;br /&gt;But what really am I? Am I any of these things? Am I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of em? I think I'm some of both. &amp;amp; how is &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;related to&lt;br /&gt;my art? My art's themed on &lt;strong&gt;Judgement&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny &amp; frustrating at the same time to see what&lt;br /&gt;people think about me. Or see how they &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; they know&lt;br /&gt;me but how little they &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So I've got a smile on, but it's hiding the quiet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;superstitions in my head&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should this be taken as insecurity that I'm asking these&lt;br /&gt;questions to myself? Maybe. But maybe insecurity is only&lt;br /&gt;real if you ask the questions aloud. Everyone has doubts&lt;br /&gt;about anything &amp;amp; everything. It's just how well you hide em&lt;br /&gt;that makes you look confident &amp; the more confident you are,&lt;br /&gt;the more double takes you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jury&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Executioner&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..gold-plated taps in his office's bathroom, flew first-class&lt;br /&gt;everywhere on charity expense &amp; takes home a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SGD$600 000&lt;/strong&gt; a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like your typical top business executive?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Mr Durai is no ordinary executive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he runs a charity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" SGD$600 000 is&lt;strong&gt; PEANUTS&lt;/strong&gt;", said Mrs Goh Chok Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping jellybeans. That's one HUGE nut &amp; the one&lt;br /&gt;who said it is a mega nutcase too. Only good at asking&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; civillians DONATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Durai's BIGGEST mistake, (that will probably mark&lt;br /&gt;the end of his career), was suing Singapore's only newspaper&lt;br /&gt;company. Any rational person would realize that such media&lt;br /&gt;monopoly can obliterate any reputation. I believe that it was&lt;br /&gt;the entitlement mentality that made him believe he could&lt;br /&gt;defend his position to the public. Bad move, &lt;strong&gt;checkmate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to sympathize with him because of 2 main reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extravagance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true he has done lots to get donations. 30 years of&lt;br /&gt;spare funds means an excellent marketing strategy.&lt;br /&gt;But he is running a charitable organisation and the funds&lt;br /&gt;he has in his coffers are from public donations. So who the&lt;br /&gt;hell does he think he is, spending on lavish luxury items on&lt;br /&gt;himself &amp;amp; NKF. GOLD-PLATED taps. Maybe he has a&lt;br /&gt;GOLD-PLATED handshake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiding the Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while he has been trying to quell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;His latest futile attempt to sue SPH. His intention not to&lt;br /&gt;correct the figures on the number of NKF beneficiaries.&lt;br /&gt;His attempt to pretend that he &lt;strong&gt;did not&lt;/strong&gt; take First Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide behind your lies, your little web of deception.&lt;br /&gt;You're defeated. Again, nothing free from taint &amp; ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with my number, please drop me a text.&lt;br /&gt;My dear phone died on me 2 days ago &amp;amp; I had to&lt;br /&gt;reset the hardware &amp;amp; bla. So yes, if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;remain contactable by me, drop a text. I'm definitely&lt;br /&gt;worth your 5 cents. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112134724243017664?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112134724243017664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112134724243017664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/feed-me.html' title='Feed me.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112118386885846419</id><published>2005-07-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T14:05:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you want to know.</title><content type='html'>You say you want to know,&lt;br /&gt;but do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch the scars &amp;amp; feel touched.&lt;br /&gt;Fascination of destruction,&lt;br /&gt;the one I supposedly hold.&lt;br /&gt;Hold so dear, deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;No, you want the aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry the flag of the deranged.&lt;br /&gt;My identity?&lt;br /&gt;Such a gracious detail of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point a light to that tear,&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely accessory on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise the Star,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the Flag,&lt;br /&gt;Raise the Tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovely details&lt;br /&gt;that make me what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with your Flag,&lt;br /&gt;To hell with your Pain,&lt;br /&gt;To hell with You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play Hangman,&lt;br /&gt;this is all you'll ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112118386885846419?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112118386885846419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112118386885846419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-you-want-to-know.html' title='What you want to know.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112117975299358374</id><published>2005-07-12T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:56:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Bridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London Bridge is falling down&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; falling down&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;strong&gt;literally&lt;/strong&gt;. This is so ironic/hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth. My understanding of truth is that it&lt;br /&gt;isn't always beautiful? But the passion for it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do was make&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; stop chasing&lt;br /&gt;rainbows. Trusting those around you is an easy&lt;br /&gt;thing to do. I'm not saying don't believe in someone&lt;br /&gt;that you&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you know. (&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: keyword's 'think'.)&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go on thinking that the &lt;u&gt;whole&lt;/u&gt; world tells&lt;br /&gt;the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; do we spend time &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to understand others,&lt;br /&gt;when we do not even understand ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; myself but I most certainly &lt;s&gt;do not&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I talk, the more I say, the LESS you&lt;br /&gt;seem to understand. You leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;in a most peculiar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge is falling down..&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; so am I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112117975299358374?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112117975299358374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112117975299358374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-bridge.html' title='London Bridge.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112109287713563928</id><published>2005-07-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:24:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is brilliant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Saturday night I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ll be gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before you knew that I was there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GO GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movement! :D&lt;br /&gt;(The last skin was causing dejection.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY to the start of the week &amp; I've already&lt;br /&gt;made it to almost &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; teacher's bad book&lt;br /&gt;for dozing off in class. Well, I really can't help it?&lt;br /&gt;I was up painting the &lt;strong&gt;whole &lt;/strong&gt;of last night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; staying up wasn't on my agenda, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I started painting &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;, time for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, allow me to award myself the most&lt;br /&gt;'Ridiculous Anserine Behavior' award.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; believe what I did but, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;That awful stinging sensation in my cheek&lt;br /&gt;kept me awake for the rest of the period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;slap &lt;/strong&gt;I gave myself during Math class&lt;br /&gt;was the cherry on top of a 'fabulous' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think my sanity's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rough Draft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a Saturday night I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Like a Saturday night I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Before you knew that I was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you wrote it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to care&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's never there&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm not prepared&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard to see the things you substitute&lt;br /&gt;For me and all my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s eating me alive to leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;re leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;re leaving me in lieu of this song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing in your skin tonight&lt;br /&gt;Quiet is my loudest cry&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside&lt;br /&gt;And if it's healthier to leave you be&lt;br /&gt;May a sickness come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding my own words, my own little stage&lt;br /&gt;My own epic drama, my own scripted page&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear&lt;br /&gt;From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,&lt;br /&gt;A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I have deep inside&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;to overcome this desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are friendly intentions and fairweather smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're leaving me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;re leaving me in lieu of this song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Saturday night I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Like Saturday night I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Like Saturday night I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like Saturday night I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ll be gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before you knew that I was there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112109287713563928?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112109287713563928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112109287713563928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-life-is-brilliant.html' title='My life is brilliant.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112075900335965691</id><published>2005-07-08T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:00:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Promises.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everything came to a stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been expecting this for the longest&lt;br /&gt;of time. Yet when the moment came,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; away&lt;/em&gt; from you &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disrupted by the pull of contrary forces,&lt;br /&gt;I stood rooted to the ground, frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wanted very much to go up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; remind &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; of my existence; that&lt;br /&gt;I haven't dropped off the face of Earth.&lt;br /&gt;To show you how well I'm surviving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me was afraid to see the other &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the villian of the piece. Remember the seed&lt;br /&gt;of fear you planted in me? Because I &lt;em&gt;allowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself to be mired in the past, I nurtured it.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt; you, even till today, &amp; &lt;strong&gt;I abhor you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I won't ever abandon you."&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what happens, I'll take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;"You can call me &lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to believe in everything you said,&lt;br /&gt;it all sounded so good. I eventually did, as my&lt;br /&gt;trust in you grew. Only to have you turn my&lt;br /&gt;world upside down. Your words now all seem&lt;br /&gt;dubious. I should've known then, they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; good to be true. All &lt;strong&gt;Bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you&lt;/strong&gt; for abandoning me.&lt;br /&gt;No explanation, no last words, &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you&lt;/strong&gt; for being on his side when I&lt;br /&gt;was scared &amp;amp; needed you more than he did.&lt;br /&gt;Can I also hate you for not protecting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back against me , went&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gave your tongue to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the&lt;strong&gt; Devil&lt;/strong&gt; on a dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger often masquerades as fear.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I don't hate &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; afterall.&lt;br /&gt;(I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; hate that man beside you though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I summed up all my courage &amp;amp; sneaked&lt;br /&gt;up behind you, fingers crossed, holding onto&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;em&gt;a spark&lt;/em&gt; of hope that you'd care enough&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;inquire&lt;/em&gt; about my life. It has been, afterall,&lt;br /&gt;2 years since we last saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met for a brief few seconds&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you turned away. &lt;strong&gt;Stupefied&lt;/strong&gt;, that's&lt;br /&gt;how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed a truckload of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;into that single syllable as I fought to hold&lt;br /&gt;back my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting on a different story.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I valued you this much&lt;br /&gt;until yesterday but it shall all be history&lt;br /&gt;now. &amp;amp; may history &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rid this love/hate &amp;amp; fear for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for holding me while I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112075900335965691?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112075900335965691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112075900335965691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/empty-promises.html' title='Empty Promises.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112042316034212941</id><published>2005-07-04T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:50:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip SNAP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. [v] Stop filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:wingdings 2;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just got off the phone &amp; I'm taking time&lt;br /&gt;to plot my thoughts down in Black &amp;amp; White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming can resume but &lt;strong&gt;I QUIT&lt;/strong&gt;. The good guy's&lt;br /&gt;role is hard to play &amp; i don't want to play no 'villian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she&lt;em&gt; rips your heart apart at the seams&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;feelings of regret will &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for I did what&lt;br /&gt;I feel should to be done. I believe your other &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FRIENDS, only you don't&lt;em&gt; think&lt;/em&gt; they are) did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One man show&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ll be on your own&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surina, before you totter off to lodge a complain&lt;br /&gt;about me to your &lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;, I'll have you know that&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; appreciate having her &lt;strong&gt;barge&lt;/strong&gt; into the&lt;br /&gt;toilet, yelling her face blue at me. &amp;amp; of course,&lt;br /&gt;get her facts &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; first. She made a FOOL of&lt;br /&gt;herself the last time. Tsk tsk.That&lt;em&gt; poor Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of yours. I'd appreciate it if she could leave&lt;br /&gt;the act of humiliating herself to&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..I hope I didn't sound &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;or abrasive? Pardon me if i did..but you can't&lt;br /&gt;blame me for doing this. Afterall, she spoilt&lt;br /&gt;MY afternoon. WHO likes being yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;For NOTHING? There, we're &lt;strong&gt;quits&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I ought to stop&lt;strong&gt; wasting my time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In my desire to help, I'm inclined to become&lt;br /&gt;involved in the lives &amp; decisions of other people,&lt;br /&gt;which more often than not, leaves me in a rather&lt;br /&gt;unproptitious position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;CARE &lt;u&gt;LESS&lt;/u&gt; = HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by ignorant people who&lt;br /&gt;cant't give two hoots what you do for them&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what &lt;em&gt;you have done&lt;/em&gt; for them. I believe ky&lt;br /&gt;can relate to this topic, yes? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faux&lt;/strong&gt; Friendship was all that was &lt;strong&gt;genuine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Once our purpose as stepping-stones are&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled, they sashay off, leaving us dumped,&lt;br /&gt;out in some wayside trashbag. That's just so&lt;br /&gt;selfish. Things have gotten so bad, they can&lt;br /&gt;literally &lt;em&gt;run right into you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;without&lt;/u&gt; acknowledging&lt;br /&gt;your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking another sentence to remind everyone that&lt;br /&gt;this is an &lt;strong&gt;observation&lt;/strong&gt;, not a &lt;s&gt;rant&lt;/s&gt;. It's just something&lt;br /&gt;that dawned on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My selfish ways out number the good ways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Saint nor am I some anti-social who's&lt;br /&gt;against having alot of friends. I just wish other&lt;br /&gt;people (&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of my friends in particular) weren't&lt;br /&gt;so driven by the idea of having MORE friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all that junk that they totally disregard the&lt;br /&gt;ones who stood by them when the world had&lt;br /&gt;their backs turned. They seem totally &lt;strong&gt;consumed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Does more friends really &lt;em&gt;guarantee&lt;/em&gt; you popularity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;t think so&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm contented with my few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not talking about a national level.&lt;br /&gt;This is on a personal level, what I see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I could care less about what the rest of the universe&lt;br /&gt;is doing most of the time. Why can't we all just go about&lt;br /&gt;our daily lives yet &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt; each other's presence at the&lt;br /&gt;same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those dissatisfied with the humdrum entries&lt;br /&gt;I've been posting on a sporadic basis, I think this one&lt;br /&gt;deserves credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be another one for my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112042316034212941?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112042316034212941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112042316034212941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/snip-snap.html' title='Snip SNAP.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112033284176367230</id><published>2005-07-03T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:56:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Til then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;Happy Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest wearing heels. My ankle hurts.&lt;br /&gt;A dull persistent ache. That's what i got from&lt;br /&gt;Ncc day. Result of wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said 'Heels are a girl's bestfriend'?&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting says so much. &lt;strong&gt;Love it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6oin87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiori matsumoto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; construe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Nic. &lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112033284176367230?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112033284176367230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112033284176367230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/til-then_03.html' title='Til then.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-112021203525339065</id><published>2005-07-01T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:14:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy &amp; Unwell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have the time&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;to listen to me whine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about nothing &amp; everything all at once&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those Melodramatic fools.&lt;br /&gt;Neurotic to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I give myself the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all keeps adding up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm cracking up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Am I just paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basketcase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick. First I get the headache,&lt;br /&gt;then I start feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An urge so strong, to eject the contents&lt;br /&gt;of the stomach through the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;strong&gt;miserable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So why make &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that is why you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choleric. It's one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-112021203525339065?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112021203525339065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/112021203525339065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/07/crazy-unwell.html' title='Crazy &amp; Unwell.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111981745819499899</id><published>2005-06-27T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:54:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slander corner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb&lt;/strong&gt;. --&lt;strong&gt;Shak&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6f9hdl" /&gt; express&lt;br /&gt;some personal opinions or provide interlinear&lt;br /&gt;explanations for what is written on my self-claimed&lt;br /&gt;cyber space, &lt;strong&gt;REJOICE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little 'slander corner' is up. Go on, do some&lt;br /&gt;speech act, lavish me with annotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss my feet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everything ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6f9h7k.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing free from taint &amp;amp; ill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111981745819499899?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111981745819499899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111981745819499899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/slander-corner.html' title='Slander corner.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111952281891206759</id><published>2005-06-24T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:56:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory &gt; Sugarcult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;These hearts&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; they race from self-control&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img onmouseover="this.style.filter='progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=0)'" style="FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=1)" onmouseout="this.style.filter='progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=1)'" src="http://tinypic.com/68y42b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img onmouseover="this.style.filter='progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=0)'" style="FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=1)" onmouseout="this.style.filter='progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.BasicImage(grayscale=1)'" src="http://tinypic.com/68y42v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spongebob bedroom slippers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely aren't they; on my dainty feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, hover over the pictures if&lt;br /&gt;you haven't. &lt;strong&gt;Grayscale rollovers&lt;/strong&gt; does&lt;br /&gt;the trick. Though i must admit, it is&lt;br /&gt;becoming passe. I thought it might &lt;em&gt;'add'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;em&gt;colour&lt;/em&gt; to the entry instead of the&lt;br /&gt;usual dry, mundane 'everyday entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i saying, really. I'm feeling so&lt;br /&gt;rhetorical &amp; nonliteral. &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;anti&lt;/strong&gt;-love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; true, that when you have too much,&lt;br /&gt;you have too much to lose as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poof!&lt;/em&gt; Gone. This predicament i set&lt;br /&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt that 'Poof' is an offensive&lt;br /&gt;term for an openly homosexual man.&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms such as; faggot, fag, fairy(?!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt;. Gulp. To think that i enjoy&lt;strong&gt;ed/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; enjoy) being called &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words last spoken will be on replay;&lt;br /&gt;nights will no longer exist, as insomnia&lt;br /&gt;kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday &amp; Sunday's agenda doesn't&lt;br /&gt;look exciting at all. Art &amp;amp; tons of homework.&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i fix my comment box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh-uh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a faineant Queen. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Losing half a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for you here&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tearing out my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;(I'd be your memory)&lt;br /&gt;Feelings &lt;s&gt;disappear&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I be your memory? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish, I might, have the wish, I wish tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111952281891206759?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111952281891206759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111952281891206759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/memory-sugarcult.html' title='Memory &gt; Sugarcult'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111942072619166207</id><published>2005-06-22T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:54:08.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROD 05 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These tears on my face are for you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="journey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I know where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can believe&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fall and block my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and know that I must hide&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days I've spent&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on through empty shores&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's my purpose&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how to make me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will falter&lt;br /&gt;I know I will cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you'll be standing by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;And I need to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels no one understands&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why&lt;br /&gt;I do the things I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul&lt;br /&gt;Will you break down these walls and pull me through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I feel that I am worth the price&lt;br /&gt;You paid for me on Calvary&lt;br /&gt;Beneath those stormy skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes&lt;br /&gt;It feels like everything is out to make me lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's a long long journey&lt;br /&gt;Till I find my way home to you&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/67qtj9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCOs 05. It &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; isn't a full attentdance. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm back from ROD, dog-tired.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really like that chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Aloha Loyang Chalet. I&lt;strong&gt; think&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Commodious; it has a large porch area,&lt;br /&gt;garage, dining area, kitchen, spacious hall,&lt;br /&gt;barbeque area, 4 rooms, 3 of which&lt;br /&gt;equipped with bathrooms. Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ROD itself was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;Felt like graduation night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-professed shutterbugs like us&lt;br /&gt;took the chance to take &lt;em&gt;as many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures as our cameras could take.&lt;br /&gt;(Teri's camera went &lt;strong&gt;kaput&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the performances&lt;br /&gt;put up by each part. &lt;em&gt;If only&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;guys would put in as much effort&lt;br /&gt;in your drills. Oh well, then came&lt;br /&gt;the teary goodbyes. I didn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;much to my surprise. &lt;strong&gt;Teared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would make a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the gifts, thank you, rascals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coincidently&lt;/em&gt;, they're&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Limegreen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, wrapping this entry up with&lt;br /&gt;loads of love &amp;amp; misses. I'll miss ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Part &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;s, adorable bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the sack early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The much needed DEEP slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be&lt;strong&gt; dead to the world&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111942072619166207?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111942072619166207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111942072619166207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/rod-05.html' title='ROD 05 :)'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111907217051968403</id><published>2005-06-18T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:29:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang &gt; Nancy Sinatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bang Bang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nancy Sinatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was five &amp; he was six&lt;br /&gt;We rode on horses made of sticks&lt;br /&gt;He wore black &amp;amp; I wore white&lt;br /&gt;He would always win the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, he shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons came &amp; changed the time&lt;br /&gt;I grew up I called him mine&lt;br /&gt;He would always laugh &amp;amp; say&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I shot you down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I used to shoot you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music played &amp; people sang&lt;br /&gt;Just for me the church bells rang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;Until this day, sometimes I cry&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He didn't take the time to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, he shot me down&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;eerie&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; wistful.&lt;br /&gt;So...bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bang Bang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111907217051968403?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111907217051968403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111907217051968403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/bang-bang-nancy-sinatra.html' title='Bang Bang &gt; Nancy Sinatra'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111883800718869995</id><published>2005-06-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:46:11.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No More Lies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Moody Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you like you need me&lt;br /&gt;Truly and completely&lt;br /&gt;Never be apart&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come right out and tell me&lt;br /&gt;Just what&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s in your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a deal and work it out&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk into the sunset you and I&lt;br /&gt;With no more alibis&lt;br /&gt;When we tell each other&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well truth is my addiction&lt;br /&gt;Stranger still than fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wider than the sky&lt;br /&gt;And songs that have such feeling&lt;br /&gt;Words that have such meaning&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you think it sounds OK&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn around and start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We'll walk beside the ocean hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;With no more alibis&lt;br /&gt;When we tell each other&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that maybe&lt;br /&gt;You're just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ve got to tell the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the final story&lt;br /&gt;The truth in all its glory&lt;br /&gt;See how much I care&lt;br /&gt;You know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Thrill me and amaze me&lt;br /&gt;Drive me to despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that now feels right&lt;br /&gt;Let's close the door and dim the light&lt;br /&gt;We'll greet the dawn together side by side&lt;br /&gt;Just look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111883800718869995?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111883800718869995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111883800718869995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-more-lies.html' title='No more lies.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111883769480897859</id><published>2005-06-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:05:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bend &amp; not break or&lt;br /&gt;I can break &amp;amp; take it with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I am so resilient, I recover quickly&lt;br /&gt;I'll convince you &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;I am fine&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well truth is my addiction,&lt;br /&gt;stranger still than fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Wider than the sky &amp;amp; songs&lt;br /&gt;that have such feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Words that have such meaning,&lt;br /&gt;dreams that never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you think it sounds OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;let's turn around &amp;amp; start again&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk beside the ocean&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand, with no more alibis&lt;br /&gt;when we tell each other no more lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you hold me now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111883769480897859?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111883769480897859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111883769480897859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, goodbye.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111842760866301387</id><published>2005-06-11T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:14:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Story ever told</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Greatest Story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oliver James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes &amp; dreams&lt;br /&gt;I could have prayed for&lt;br /&gt;Here you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight it's you &amp;amp; I together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm your &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look&lt;br /&gt;the other way then the world would&lt;br /&gt;never know the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&amp; did I tell you that I love you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the rhythm of your body&lt;br /&gt;Close to mine&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we touch that sends me&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;your kiss your pretty smile&lt;br /&gt;you know i'd die for&lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the&lt;br /&gt;other way then the world would never&lt;br /&gt;know the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much i really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the&lt;br /&gt;other way then the world would never&lt;br /&gt;know the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much I really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111842760866301387?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111842760866301387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111842760866301387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/greatest-story-ever-told.html' title='Greatest Story ever told'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111807234372182015</id><published>2005-06-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:52:10.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nart, you bloody perfectionist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you could see the truth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this love I have inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. Turned up for class&lt;br /&gt;20 mins late. Which means i only&lt;br /&gt;had to sit through 40 minutes of&lt;br /&gt;Math.&lt;em&gt; Wooot!&lt;/em&gt; "Do you &lt;em&gt;real-lie&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only lesson I enjoyed today&lt;br /&gt;was Biology. The documentry&lt;br /&gt;was fantastic. Animals who play&lt;br /&gt;dead, crabs who don themselves&lt;br /&gt;with pearls &amp; whatnots. &lt;strong&gt;Cute&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; days of art, art &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; ART.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure I can survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nart&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Eh.. I alphabetized my whole&lt;br /&gt;sidebar alr except for e first two&lt;br /&gt;sections. :) just to irritate u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I leave it to you, kind Jury&lt;br /&gt;out there to decide whether&lt;br /&gt;or not to wallop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so...anal retentive.&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm a hardcore&lt;br /&gt;perfectionist, look at her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111807234372182015?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111807234372182015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111807234372182015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/nart-you-bloody-perfectionist.html' title='Nart, you bloody perfectionist.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111785778259818933</id><published>2005-06-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:18:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Spongebob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God I'm wrong, it's just the way I am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick update. Running&lt;br /&gt;late to meet the NCOs at Singapore&lt;br /&gt;post. &lt;em&gt;Real late&lt;/em&gt;. Not like it's unusual&lt;br /&gt;for me to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore street festival has provided&lt;br /&gt;me with many many eye candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the artworks on display you goob)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; desideratum(s). Digressing, I want&lt;br /&gt;to get a couple of shirts from Fossil.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm&lt;strong&gt; stone broke&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; I've got my&lt;br /&gt;eyes set on this GIANT &lt;strong&gt;Spongebob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plushy. Trust me when i say &lt;u&gt;GIANT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's way cute &amp;amp; i can just imagine&lt;br /&gt;hugging it to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want, i want, I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a desideratum i know.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't deny the fact that&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;lust&lt;/em&gt; for it, can i? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What a strong word for a plushy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..what a scandalous affair&lt;br /&gt;with Spongebob huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see something that's different,&lt;br /&gt;something you said would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be, anything different,&lt;br /&gt;everything you would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111785778259818933?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111785778259818933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111785778259818933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/06/giant-spongebob.html' title='Giant Spongebob.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111746428226891207</id><published>2005-05-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:22:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're the unsuspecting victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did it&lt;/strong&gt;! Chinese &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;s wasn't all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;difficult. In fact, i thought&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;em&gt; quite&lt;/em&gt; a piece of cake?&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I'm right. Not going&lt;br /&gt;to be proud. Uh uh. Keeping my&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed til August.&lt;br /&gt;Please, an A2 will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moment of silence&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i feel like shouting in euphoria,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It's OVER&lt;/strong&gt;!" But i think i'll save it&lt;br /&gt;til it's ALL over. I'll run free &amp; chuck&lt;br /&gt;away the good ol' books &amp;amp; hope to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; see them again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, there's still a week&lt;br /&gt;of structured lessons, Art camp&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;strong&gt; O Levels&lt;/strong&gt; to conquer. So til then,&lt;br /&gt;everything i wish for is &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;em&gt;pie in the sky&lt;/em&gt;. Weird, I think of&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Sky when i say that. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;cos' i relate pie to Vanilla but no,&lt;br /&gt;i've never eaten a Vanilla pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Travelled all the way&lt;br /&gt;from East to North &amp;amp; then from&lt;br /&gt;North to Central &amp;amp; back to East&lt;br /&gt;again from Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. 'The Geeks Get The Girls'&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN HI-FI&lt;/strong&gt;'s playing&lt;br /&gt;in my head. I LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. 'Everlasting Love' by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamie Cullum&lt;/strong&gt;'s next on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so proud of Part Cs!&lt;br /&gt;Great job done on the invitations.&lt;br /&gt;Makes &lt;strong&gt;ROD&lt;/strong&gt; all the more exciting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Lastly, how's the drums Nart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right sweetums, sweeping my ass&lt;br /&gt;off the comp. Will update soon, with&lt;br /&gt;a couple of quotations from &lt;strong&gt;8 days&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'THE LAST PAGE.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with Star Wars,&lt;br /&gt;lines replaced by the word 'Pants'&lt;br /&gt;or something. Cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't have it with me now&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJC &lt;/strong&gt;or&lt;strong&gt; CJC&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111746428226891207?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111746428226891207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111746428226891207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-down.html' title='One down.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111695113078926781</id><published>2005-05-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:23:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DROOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. [v] let saliva drivel from the mouth;&lt;br /&gt;"The baby drooled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're out there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere out there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111695113078926781?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111695113078926781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111695113078926781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/drool.html' title='DROOL.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111686515221687455</id><published>2005-05-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:24:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GNAW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gnaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [v] bite or chew on with the teeth;&lt;br /&gt;"gnaw an old cracker", "chewed on a cookie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;believe you wiped out&lt;br /&gt;MY nails. Mushroom head(s)&lt;br /&gt;they've becomed, like &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm telling you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111686515221687455?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111686515221687455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111686515221687455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/gnaw.html' title='GNAW.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111661217303025240</id><published>2005-05-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:56:46.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything looks wrong now&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;maybe we should leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is the unhealthiest emotion&lt;br /&gt;you can have. When you are offended&lt;br /&gt;or disappointed by others &amp; allow the&lt;br /&gt;hurt to germinate in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;bitterness &amp;amp; resentment will take root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is a frozen form of&lt;br /&gt;latent anger &amp; resentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is being constantly&lt;br /&gt;hurt by a memory &amp;amp; is holding&lt;br /&gt;onto a hurt until it has a hold on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness makes us &lt;strong&gt;foolish&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness provokes people to do&lt;br /&gt;stupid things &amp; to say stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness pervades everything.&lt;br /&gt;A blot on the landscape, that's&lt;br /&gt;what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught me by surprise when&lt;br /&gt;you said all those horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fathom then, what the&lt;br /&gt;heck I did that provoked you to&lt;br /&gt;putting out all your anger in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a cigarette, stubbed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I use this&lt;br /&gt;analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i did anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;yet you got me feeling like &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if the person who can stop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears is the one who made you cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you hadn't reacted the way&lt;br /&gt;you did. Please, please let this&lt;br /&gt;winter pass. Baby, I'm making a&lt;br /&gt;plea for the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time; please&lt;br /&gt;stop it. It hurts. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moxie, moxie, moxie,&lt;br /&gt;I need alot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks alot &lt;em&gt;Snow Fairy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111661217303025240?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111661217303025240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111661217303025240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/bitter.html' title='Bitter.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111617694514675910</id><published>2005-05-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:36:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another perfect day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; all my troubles go away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was much &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Sweets brought me shopping&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stuffed me with &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; of food&lt;br /&gt;along the way. I swear &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pampering me way TOO much&lt;br /&gt;but, who's complaining? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Weini, I don't give two&lt;br /&gt;hoots about your&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;facking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mickey&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;&lt;strong&gt; Minnie&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i HATE them ugly things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're the predators on the&lt;br /&gt;hunt for goodies &amp;amp; did we get&lt;br /&gt;a handful of goodies all right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/53sf34" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/53sf0i" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIMEGREEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;bikini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/53sfvt" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/53sf8k" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/53sfwn" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this super adorable gummy&lt;br /&gt;candy, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; your ordinary&lt;br /&gt;gummy. (Those, you can grab&lt;br /&gt;from nearby 'Mama shops'.)&lt;br /&gt;This one's&lt;em&gt; way&lt;/em&gt; cute. I got&lt;br /&gt;myself the &lt;strong&gt;SUSHI&lt;/strong&gt; edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priced at $1.20, the pack&lt;br /&gt;comes with &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; 'rice' er..balls (?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 'toppings' like, 'prawn roe',&lt;br /&gt;'Tako', 'Salmon', etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;Notice they're all in inverted&lt;br /&gt;commas, they're not&lt;em&gt; real&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;gummies shaped like Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can place a topping of&lt;br /&gt;your choice with the 'rice' or just&lt;br /&gt;eat it on its own. Taste just as good.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i don't quite like though,&lt;br /&gt;it's super chewy...&amp;amp; STICKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i had alot of fun&lt;br /&gt;'making' sushi &amp;amp; popping 'em&lt;br /&gt;into my mouth instantly.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; cute!&lt;strong&gt; I LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats tanning with sweets!&lt;br /&gt;Pity we didn't quite manage to get&lt;br /&gt;nicely roasted due to the early&lt;br /&gt;sunset. More like, we started LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you have it. An entry filled&lt;br /&gt;with pictures to make up for the&lt;br /&gt;wordy one below. I'm making an&lt;br /&gt;abrupt stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night earthlings! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111617694514675910?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111617694514675910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111617694514675910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/productive-shopping.html' title='Productive shopping.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111598943358943136</id><published>2005-05-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:20:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tiger or Cat? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/52j11g" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;strong&gt;Tiger&lt;/strong&gt;, I think it's &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Char &lt;u&gt;insists&lt;/u&gt; that it's a '&lt;em&gt;Bloody Cat'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be a Tiger &amp; going,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR&lt;/strong&gt;! I&lt;em&gt; still&lt;/em&gt; think it's a Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/strong&gt; didn't work it's&lt;br /&gt;magic today. Dragon boating went&lt;br /&gt;well &amp;amp; I got myself a pretty tan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinkin of the day,&lt;br /&gt;When you went away&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take,&lt;br /&gt;What a bond to break&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every step you take&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;P.diddy w/ Faith evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sitting back &amp; just&lt;br /&gt;looking /listening to what goes&lt;br /&gt;on around you can be somewhat&lt;br /&gt;rewarding. It drives me to think;&lt;br /&gt;to generate quiet superstitions in&lt;br /&gt;my head. Gracious, i sound evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this random thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does your friends shun the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;opportunity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to defend you in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your absence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This draws on me emotionally&lt;br /&gt;when i need my friends the most.&lt;br /&gt;It's like trying to climb a mountain&lt;br /&gt;by yourself with nobody holding&lt;br /&gt;the rope for you, or some kind of&lt;br /&gt;analogy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek stability before you make&lt;br /&gt;your jump. In order to preserve&lt;br /&gt;your current relationship with&lt;br /&gt;someone, don't speak ill of them&lt;br /&gt;in their absence. It's better to be&lt;br /&gt;trusted &amp; respected than to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;All of these profound stuff. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds good to me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to appear predictable or asinine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hate the fact that whenever i choose&lt;br /&gt;to 'close one eye', I'm being shortchanged,&lt;br /&gt;taken advantage of. Don't play with fire.&lt;br /&gt;Comeupance; one's just desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A man may think God sleeps, but God&lt;br /&gt;sees everything.' &lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crucible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want to say is reflected on this&lt;br /&gt;one phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make some personal&lt;br /&gt;changes in my life. Mainly, try to soften&lt;br /&gt;my edges. Trying to understand my&lt;br /&gt;relationships, trying to work out&lt;br /&gt;differences &amp; synergize. This means&lt;br /&gt;i have to be more tactful with what&lt;br /&gt;i say &amp;amp; stop being so sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Or this is how i interpreted it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try being nicer, if you try&lt;br /&gt;being smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I don't tell you things you&lt;br /&gt;want to hear.&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;don't want to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll give it a shot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bang bang, you die."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/strong&gt;. I think that song's&lt;br /&gt;cute. I wanna head down to &lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow! More dares, more $!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, i'm done splashing my&lt;br /&gt;brain on this digital canvas.&lt;br /&gt;It's a boring but notable entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You hit the spot on rainy days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111598943358943136?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111598943358943136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111598943358943136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/personal-changes.html' title='Personal changes.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111563794763022050</id><published>2005-05-09T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:37:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So wax-ed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Her killer instinct tells her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to beware of evil men&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYE&lt;/strong&gt;'s about coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is Geog Paper 1,&lt;br /&gt;Art &amp; a nice, relaxing listening&lt;br /&gt;compre to finish it off! YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; CAN&lt;/strong&gt; listen &amp;amp; i'm pretty sure&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; CAN&lt;/strong&gt; comprehend some ching&lt;br /&gt;chong. There, i FINALLY have&lt;br /&gt;time to stop &amp; breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick recap of events that&lt;br /&gt;happened over the course of&lt;br /&gt;the past weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikkay, Nart &amp;amp; i went for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect 10's&lt;/strong&gt; 'Dare You To'&lt;br /&gt;&amp; won ourselves a measly sum&lt;br /&gt;of cash. HEY! It's STILL good&lt;br /&gt;considering that we didn't do&lt;br /&gt;anything &lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt; for it. Just lap&lt;br /&gt;dancing on Ronald McDonald,&lt;br /&gt;cracking an egg over your head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; wiping the 'egg-y' mess off the&lt;br /&gt;ground with napkins! Had a fair&lt;br /&gt;bit of fun. Doing &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; watching&lt;br /&gt;others perform their dares. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/50pgtl" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/50pj10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud winners of..$40!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/50phjn" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it of not, we were suppose&lt;br /&gt;to 'ACT CUTE'. I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&amp; HOW Nart turn out like&lt;strong&gt; that&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;strong&gt;House of Wax &lt;/strong&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;Math paper today &amp;amp; oh, did&lt;br /&gt;i mention that it was a &lt;strong&gt;killer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS. Have &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; been.&lt;br /&gt;No.1 serial killer. It was all&lt;br /&gt;above my head, i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;complete a single sum without&lt;br /&gt;having to squeeze my brain&lt;br /&gt;dry!!! Aaarghhh!!! I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the movie, yes,&lt;br /&gt;it's a&lt;strong&gt; scream&lt;/strong&gt;! BEST movie&lt;br /&gt;amongst &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; that i've caught&lt;br /&gt;this year..&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; LAST year TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Not suitable for the&lt;br /&gt;faint hearted. It's &lt;em&gt;waaayyy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gory&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure like the way Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;died though. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely worth the $&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the cost of movie's busting&lt;br /&gt;our pockets. $&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; from Monday&lt;br /&gt;to Wednesday (cept for preveiws),&lt;br /&gt;$&lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;from thursday to Friday &amp;amp; $&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on weekends if&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i remember clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rate the price's shooting up,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not surprise that piracy demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will be&lt;/em&gt; going up &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna swim, swim, swim. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111563794763022050?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111563794763022050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111563794763022050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-wax-ed.html' title='So wax-ed.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111443200190278650</id><published>2005-04-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:41:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot heat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the good times that I had &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes today seem rather sad&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; paper today was anything&lt;br /&gt;but a &lt;em&gt;breeze&lt;/em&gt;. No point crying over&lt;br /&gt;spilled milk, tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; the sultry &amp; oppressive&lt;br /&gt;weather in Singapore! Everyday&lt;br /&gt;i endure about 8 hours in stuffy,&lt;br /&gt;sweltering classrooms &amp;amp; leaving&lt;br /&gt;that concrete greenhouse doesn't&lt;br /&gt;do much to alleviate me from the&lt;br /&gt;unbearable heat. Instead, I'm at&lt;br /&gt;the mercy of torrid noonday sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone comprehend my&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION?! Speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.overstock.com/f/102/3117/8h/www.overstock.com/images/products/muze/books/0451188462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KA-CHING&lt;/strong&gt;: For two years during&lt;br /&gt;the 1970s, Mattel sold a doll called&lt;br /&gt;"Growing Up Skipper." Her breasts&lt;br /&gt;grew when her left arm was turned.&lt;br /&gt;(sole reason why i'm interested)&lt;br /&gt;Her waist becomes slimmer &amp;amp; grows&lt;br /&gt;3/4 taller. Turning the arm back again&lt;br /&gt;reverts to er..her shape before &lt;em&gt;puberty&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dollreference.com/images/7259growup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;How ADORABLE is that LAH!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I WANT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I WANT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111443200190278650?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111443200190278650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111443200190278650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/04/hot-hot-heat.html' title='Hot hot heat.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111383883358981483</id><published>2005-04-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:42:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi^5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff3399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'll hold on if you want me to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today was a &lt;em&gt;rather&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Mary quite contrary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm..random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. I woke up later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. I was unusually edgy today.&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. My class was one noisy mob.&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. Had a tiff with sweets. &lt;em&gt;Awww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp; the fact that my eyes are hurting&lt;br /&gt;so bad now isn't really making my&lt;br /&gt;day any better. I swear i'm not making&lt;br /&gt;a fuss out of it, i think i'm going blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my day isn't about&lt;br /&gt;to end as badly as i thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully; do you hear McFly&lt;br /&gt;playing? Heh. &lt;strong&gt;All About You&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;That's enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If all my days go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about last night&lt;br /&gt;It went right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;What I went through&lt;br /&gt;just to get to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging from you&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll hold on if you want me to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm glad we cleared the air.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're fine now. As good as&lt;br /&gt;ever if not &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, yes, the one who lives&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;SMELL-dy Avenue&lt;/strong&gt;, Hi&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; know, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; know. Wink.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111383883358981483?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111383883358981483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111383883358981483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi5.html' title='Hi^5'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111366379507068846</id><published>2005-04-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:57:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRACADABRA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ABRACADABRA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somehow this word's got a magical&lt;br /&gt;ring to it. I was brought up to believe&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; magical. Damn those cartoons&lt;br /&gt;we were fed back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Bat, 2 Snails. Combine to&lt;br /&gt;mix the brew. It's bubbling&lt;br /&gt;up a BIG FAT wish to send&lt;br /&gt;good things to you !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;em&gt;quaint&lt;/em&gt;. And guess where i&lt;br /&gt;got&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;that from? CHARLENE's panty!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! She's screaming at me&lt;br /&gt;for publicizing it. But it's cute LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4hxhu8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day of unrestrained&lt;br /&gt;merrymaking at Ms Dugong's house.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, we all had &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;FUN &lt;/span&gt;but i'm too&lt;br /&gt;lazy to elaborate on the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me to know, for you to find out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Lip-synching Fat Kid&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned last time? Nevermind if&lt;br /&gt;you don't cos here's the &lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorillamask.net/fatkid.shtml"&gt;&lt;b&gt;link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Well Char found the lyrics to that&lt;br /&gt;catchy beat he was synching to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm in the mood to share. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma-Ya- Hi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by O-ZONE &gt;&gt; (( &lt;a href="http://zerosilence.seo-blog.org/"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt; ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, It's me Picasso&lt;br /&gt;I will paint my words of love&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; name on every wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4hwnwz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4hwqoy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111366379507068846?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111366379507068846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111366379507068846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/04/abracadabra.html' title='ABRACADABRA !'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111268494064141714</id><published>2005-04-05T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:23:33.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; now I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m making a change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m living for today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall type whatever comes into&lt;br /&gt;my mind &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;. Like they said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First come, first served."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt;. Time flies. It's Tuesday today,&lt;br /&gt;then it's Wednesday again. Which&lt;br /&gt;means i have to struggle through&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week until Friday&lt;br /&gt;comes along..&amp;amp; sweep me off my&lt;br /&gt;feet. HAHAHA! That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, i cleared my sleep debts!&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home today due to bad&lt;br /&gt;cramps. School was&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt; slack&lt;br /&gt;today according to Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02.&lt;/strong&gt; Geog test's postponed!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! &lt;strong&gt;More&lt;/strong&gt; time to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; my Geog cum Form teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUCKS&lt;/u&gt;. I heard bout it fellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;classmates. What a ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt;. School's fine. Been doing&lt;br /&gt;quite a bit of 'secret studying'.&lt;br /&gt;..it's not so&lt;em&gt; 'secret'&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt;. I went for Avril's concert.&lt;br /&gt;T'was alright i must commend.&lt;br /&gt;She's SO tiny ! &lt;em&gt;Quite&lt;/em&gt; cute LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sk8ter Boi&lt;/strong&gt; got the audience rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, including ME ! Yes, surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Which reminds, i &lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/u&gt; girls with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;excess cellulite on their waists/hip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;wearing their jeans or skirts &lt;em&gt;wayyy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;below their hip; exposing their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ugly butt crack. It's&lt;strong&gt; really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Especially with lumpy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;deposits of body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fat &lt;strong&gt;oozing&lt;/strong&gt; out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Imagine having to put up with&lt;br /&gt;THAT throughout the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; wasn't bad enough, she&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop jumping. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Exposed butt crack + excess&lt;br /&gt;cellulite + WOBBLY lumps of&lt;br /&gt;FATS. What an&lt;strong&gt; eyesore&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Not like i have a fantastic&lt;br /&gt;figure myself BUT i don't flaunt&lt;br /&gt;my fats either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05&lt;/strong&gt;. My Blogger's in CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06&lt;/strong&gt;. Never knew i could feel like this;&lt;br /&gt;like i've never seen the sky before.&lt;br /&gt;Want to vanish inside &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i love &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long entry.&lt;br /&gt;TAGS replied! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; imiss&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; twit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111268494064141714?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111268494064141714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111268494064141714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/04/imissyou-twit.html' title='Living for today.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111194308507282591</id><published>2005-03-28T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:49:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip-sync fat kid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b041ff;"&gt;So I told you with a smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b041ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s all about you&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;What you're about to view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; knock your socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://gorillamask.net/fatkid.shtml"&gt;Lip-sync Guru&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This guy's a screaming farce.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, he made it into our&lt;br /&gt;(Nart's &amp; mine) prestigious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;Favourite people&lt;/strong&gt; with much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ease. &amp;amp; i'm pretty sure he'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yours&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; after watching him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credits&lt;/strong&gt; to Nart &lt;em&gt;fart&lt;/em&gt; for having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;found the wonderful link. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait for the girl who is a constant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminder of your happiness &amp;amp; joy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who makes you smile just by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;she loves you back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think&lt;/s&gt; I've found &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7392744-111194308507282591?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111194308507282591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111194308507282591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/lip-sync-fat-kid.html' title='Lip-sync fat kid.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111175262891610906</id><published>2005-03-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:49:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;ll sing you a lullabye, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sing you to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sleep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll never wake from&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This weekend's packed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a handful of homework. &lt;em&gt;Pffft&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; ! (Drumrolls) Girlfriend's&lt;br /&gt;here to spend the loooooong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;weekend ! She's gonna take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;blues away. YAY ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;((&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/2cdc95"&gt; you light up my life&lt;/a&gt; ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sure, it's a Gooooood Friday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111175262891610906?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111175262891610906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111175262891610906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111107428283005004</id><published>2005-03-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:52:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I detest Vanessa Chong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Move&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; get out the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So..you got used &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; dumped.&lt;br /&gt;Damn well serves you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if your relationship&lt;br /&gt;ended bad? We don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait a minute; &lt;strong&gt;we dooo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But only so we could laugh&lt;br /&gt;in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you have the&lt;br /&gt;atrocity to come crawling back&lt;br /&gt;to the one who once &lt;em&gt;lov&lt;u&gt;ed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;(note the use of past tense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're. So. Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's SO sad. no one likes me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Maybe cuz i'm ugly. Ya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol so poor thing pls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need me say more?&lt;br /&gt;So much for your &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad to know that&lt;br /&gt;humans ain't so stupid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Praise to human evolution. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a &lt;em&gt;gentle&lt;/em&gt; reminder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T SHARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;em&gt;lust&lt;/em&gt; for attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;arousing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;aversion. Know where you stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;don't push your deplorable luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Execrable wretch; thorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in my flesh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i damn hope you read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for the convenience of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;stupid skanky whores like you ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exit stage left&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111107428283005004?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111107428283005004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111107428283005004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-detest-vanessa-chong.html' title='I detest Vanessa Chong.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111099519523378783</id><published>2005-03-17T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:56:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't break through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't Break Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUSTED &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you say,&lt;br /&gt;I Don't blow you away,&lt;br /&gt;I can't break through&lt;br /&gt;that way Our Friends told us&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't last for the week&lt;br /&gt;I guess they think that&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak&lt;br /&gt;They hated my blue streak&lt;br /&gt;I cant control this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like it's raining in my head?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand Why are you always&lt;br /&gt;complaining about me&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of running after you&lt;br /&gt;I won't send you a sorry card&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've given up and never reminisce&lt;br /&gt;I found a way of getting over this&lt;br /&gt;I let go in everyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it's time&lt;br /&gt;For me to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;(I know that I'll be fine)&lt;br /&gt;Without your bitchin'&lt;br /&gt;Cos' everyday I become&lt;br /&gt;A little less numb&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I wanna know you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of running after you&lt;br /&gt;I won't send you a sorry card&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I've given up and never reminisce&lt;br /&gt;I found a way of getting over this&lt;br /&gt;I let go in everyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go before I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;I let go in everyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos' anyway, I know that you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go before I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;I let go in everyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos' anyway, I know that you hate me&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go before I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;I let go in everyway&lt;br /&gt;Cos' anyway, I know that you hate me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111099519523378783?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111099519523378783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111099519523378783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/cant-break-through.html' title='Can&apos;t break through.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111098905229742469</id><published>2005-03-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:55:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEAP TRASH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry girl but you &lt;strong&gt;missed out&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well tough luck, that &lt;s&gt;boy's&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;MINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;now. (&lt;em&gt;Bitchay!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We are more than just good&lt;br /&gt;friends. This is how the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that you couldn't see,&lt;br /&gt;see the &lt;em&gt;lover&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; could be.&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; that meets the eye,&lt;br /&gt;I see the soul that is inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;your pretty face see what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt;'s worth? Apparently&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;So hands off if you were planning&lt;br /&gt;to lay&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;your dirty finger on what&lt;br /&gt;is now &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. You&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;had&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;your chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and you blew it. Smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a mental note &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to commit the same faux pas as&lt;br /&gt;you. Man, were you one dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B*tch&lt;/strong&gt;. And i guess you're &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;one if you&lt;em&gt; actually&lt;/em&gt; thought you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;could have a second go at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;game for two. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three's a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111098905229742469?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111098905229742469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111098905229742469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/hands-off.html' title='Hands off.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-111029907924186203</id><published>2005-03-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:56:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage engulfs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rage is sweeter than Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My pompous attitude might&lt;br /&gt;have &lt;em&gt;nettled&lt;/em&gt; several people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; have to put up&lt;br /&gt;with my infrequent outbursts&lt;br /&gt;of temper. Don't you want to&lt;br /&gt;hate me? It's tempting ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soundless body wants to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes so irritated but still so dry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling this miff, so extreme,&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that i was jolted out&lt;br /&gt;of my paradoxical sleep? &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Or i could attribute it to the&lt;br /&gt;infamous&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;'time of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;month'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's just an &lt;u&gt;excuse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most girls (in particularly me)&lt;br /&gt;give to be a total &lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;, minus&lt;br /&gt;the guilt. And i have undoubtly&lt;br /&gt;abused this privilege. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrid and look &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 2 minutes of rage, hate,&lt;br /&gt;and uncontrollable words spoken&lt;br /&gt;out loud but words are mute,&lt;br /&gt;no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm calling it a day even&lt;br /&gt;though i just woke up from a nap&lt;br /&gt;say, 2 hours ago. No point staying&lt;br /&gt;up when i can't complete my&lt;br /&gt;assignments. My mind isn't in&lt;br /&gt;a state to think coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; more days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-111029907924186203?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111029907924186203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/111029907924186203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/03/rage-engulfs.html' title='Rage engulfs.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110944154829671616</id><published>2005-02-27T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:59:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds invades.</title><content type='html'>"And I'm not saying the effort is a&lt;br /&gt;waste of time, but&lt;strong&gt; i just love you&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;the things you couldn't change,&lt;br /&gt;though you've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hours of confusion, they will&lt;br /&gt;soon expire, like everything does.&lt;br /&gt;There's never gonna be a moment&lt;br /&gt;of truth for you. While the world is&lt;br /&gt;watching. All you need is the thing&lt;br /&gt;you've forgotten; and that's to learn&lt;br /&gt;to live with what you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've Got To Learn To &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live With What You Are&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110944154829671616?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110944154829671616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110944154829671616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/02/ben-folds-invades.html' title='Ben Folds invades.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110916915364887130</id><published>2005-02-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:58:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vespa love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This house is full of ears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to anyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They've heard this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a thousand times&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New skin. A quick one.&lt;br /&gt;I like the picture ! So very&lt;br /&gt;vintage. (: &lt;em&gt;Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm gonna catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitenoisemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with sweets&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ! Weee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..i'm done updating. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life's about as &lt;em&gt;exciting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as this sporadically updated blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scootin' off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110916915364887130?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110916915364887130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110916915364887130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/02/vespa-love.html' title='Vespa love.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110856891588041324</id><published>2005-02-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:58:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday marks the 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my defence doesn't make sense .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;I am worn out.&lt;br /&gt;I am cheesed off.&lt;br /&gt;I am vexed to the max&lt;br /&gt;I am desperate to finish my art.&lt;br /&gt;I want to wallow in self pity tonight&lt;br /&gt;eventhough we all know very well,&lt;br /&gt;i have no one but myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;now that i am in this unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;stressful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On days like these, i wish my knight&lt;br /&gt;in shining armour would come along&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;take it all away&lt;/strong&gt;. No, i don't want&lt;br /&gt;a knight in shining armour. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only got Friday to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Friday marks that special &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My only&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110856891588041324?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110856891588041324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110856891588041324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-marks-3.html' title='Friday marks the 3.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110813453010580262</id><published>2005-02-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:00:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek consent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;what goes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comes around&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm feeling spiteful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be M.I.A til&lt;br /&gt;cable gets fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Which is, &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee. Valentine's day !&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110813453010580262?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110813453010580262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110813453010580262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/02/seek-consent.html' title='Seek consent.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110675527626126740</id><published>2005-01-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:00:07.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her lips are damn juicy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grouch&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one complain to bid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;January goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; to fight off the temptation&lt;br /&gt;to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's the epitome of monotony.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, tests, homework, tests.&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder why i actually&lt;br /&gt;bother to even update, for most&lt;br /&gt;of my entries are so curt and vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i don't have much to&lt;br /&gt;share. I have ALOT to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much&lt;/strong&gt; that i have to &lt;em&gt;do away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stuffs to share &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;share with you&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;em&gt;neakers&lt;/em&gt; out there who reads between&lt;br /&gt;my lines &amp;amp; grin in glee at every &lt;em&gt;juicy bits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or smile so derisively at every downfall&lt;br /&gt;i enumerate. At the end of the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ordeal&lt;/em&gt;, i'm left with&lt;em&gt; almost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;Come closer, perhaps then i'd tell&lt;br /&gt;you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i still post entries sporadically&lt;br /&gt;for the simple pleasure of seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; words across the page.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; place&lt;br /&gt;that'll publish my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer to being a writer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt; lips are so damn juicy&lt;br /&gt;How about another &lt;em&gt;firs&lt;/em&gt;t kiss ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110675527626126740?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110675527626126740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110675527626126740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/her-lips-are-damn-juicy.html' title='Her lips are damn juicy.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110527315192668569</id><published>2005-01-09T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:01:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I'm in love with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is full of&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Take this entry for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Avril&lt;/u&gt;'s lyrics, &lt;u&gt;Avril&lt;/u&gt;'s song&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; blog. Damn, i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;Fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked back at you&lt;br /&gt;You tried to say&lt;br /&gt;Things that you can't undo&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'd be with 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Want to know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I want know what this means&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how to feel&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what is real&lt;br /&gt;I want to know everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;I'm in love with&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110527315192668569?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110527315192668569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110527315192668569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/cause-im-in-love-with-you.html' title='&apos;Cause I&apos;m in love with you.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110510908090142352</id><published>2005-01-07T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:04:10.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You surprise me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and after having spent &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day together, hold &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eachother &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;close the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole night through&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My stress tolerant level's&lt;br /&gt;really &lt;strong&gt;low&lt;/strong&gt;. It's only the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt; week of school,&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm shagged and the&lt;br /&gt;stress is up to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 reasons&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; be happy&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;(Not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;) I'm finally CLEAN after&lt;br /&gt;enduring &lt;u&gt;hours&lt;/u&gt; of dust,&lt;br /&gt;perspiration and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;) I filled up my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;) I can finally enjoy &lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;hours&lt;br /&gt;of sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;) My friends were SO sweet&lt;br /&gt;to have waited close to &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; hrs&lt;br /&gt;for my NCC to end ? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;) YOUR surprise visit ! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110510908090142352?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110510908090142352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110510908090142352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-surprise-me.html' title='You surprise me.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110475654262635267</id><published>2005-01-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:03:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; i bid the comp goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i falter as the music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stops, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you watch me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as i stall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when i fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing beats a &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where &lt;strong&gt;geeks&lt;/strong&gt; all around this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wretched&lt;/strong&gt; world does nothing&lt;br /&gt;else but sits infront of their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ought-to-be-screwed'&lt;/em&gt; PCs,&lt;br /&gt;forming well-concerted&lt;br /&gt;schemes to launch attacks&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;PCs&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;around this&lt;br /&gt;world and screw up &lt;em&gt;othe&lt;/em&gt;r's life,&lt;br /&gt;(mine would be a model example)&lt;br /&gt;just because they ain't got balls&lt;br /&gt;to retaliate against the jerk(s)&lt;br /&gt;who screwed up &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; life,&lt;br /&gt;i figured this was &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; way&lt;br /&gt;to get back at the cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for the sins of my &lt;em&gt;brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;em&gt; sisters&lt;/em&gt;, this household would&lt;br /&gt;have to&lt;strong&gt; endure&lt;/strong&gt; and live life with&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;absence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of chat programmes;&lt;br /&gt;msn/yahoo messenger etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; files/data/whatever&lt;br /&gt;would be wiped out; spanking &lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(cleaner than you'd ever clean your ass)&lt;br /&gt;while the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;critically infected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; PC is being&lt;br /&gt;reformatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a '&lt;em&gt;perk' &lt;/em&gt;. A facking &lt;em&gt;'perk'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pluck my last seething nerve off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna wait til Char's done&lt;br /&gt;'bidding goodbye' to &lt;strong&gt;msn messenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other PC before i go on my&lt;br /&gt;'saving spree', as quoted from Surina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, i'm gonna proceed to&lt;br /&gt;drown my sorrows in &lt;strong&gt;Yakult&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A whole strip of it. All five bottles&lt;br /&gt;of 100ml and let the supposed&lt;br /&gt;'live' bacteria gnaw my intestines&lt;br /&gt;out. What a &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; ending to my&lt;br /&gt;already &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; world !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..did i mention i was suspected&lt;br /&gt;of erm, shoplifting? How degrading.&lt;br /&gt;Just because a &lt;strong&gt;student&lt;/strong&gt; stands&lt;br /&gt;outside your shop doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;you have to watch her every&lt;br /&gt;move with your 'hawk's eye'&lt;br /&gt;and come running out like the&lt;br /&gt;tsunami was hot on your heel&lt;br /&gt;when i simply unzipped my&lt;br /&gt;bag...to keep my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your eyes boring&lt;br /&gt;a hole in me as we walked away&lt;br /&gt;and left you counting your dumb&lt;br /&gt;CDs on the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;strong&gt;$4.90&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOKKIEN&lt;/strong&gt; CDs&lt;br /&gt;are not my kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i'm really&lt;br /&gt;glad to have sweet pals around&lt;br /&gt;to help maintain my sanity for&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the &lt;strong&gt;362 &lt;/strong&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ No need for names to be&lt;br /&gt;published, you know who you&lt;br /&gt;are. Thanks you &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110475654262635267?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110475654262635267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110475654262635267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-bid-comp-goodbye.html' title='&amp; i bid the comp goodbye.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110467091840767058</id><published>2005-01-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:03:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MO&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KEY &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INESS&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nikkay and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'monkeying'&lt;/em&gt; around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.exs.cx/img31/1530/15gk0k2pl.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm &lt;strong&gt;dreading&lt;/strong&gt; school&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow..yet excited at the&lt;br /&gt;same time cos i finally get to&lt;br /&gt;see those folks i've been&lt;br /&gt;missing during the hols ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this shall be my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; entry..for this week&lt;br /&gt;as i bid my blog 'goodbye'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet allowance limited&lt;br /&gt;to weekends &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110467091840767058?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110467091840767058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110467091840767058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey business.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110462453982775608</id><published>2005-01-02T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:06:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've wasted more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreaming than living&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new skin to kickstart the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year ! I'm pretty much&lt;br /&gt;satisfied. Whatcha say ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, you don't have&lt;br /&gt;no say. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed yet another&lt;br /&gt;year has past me by though&lt;br /&gt;it seems like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i complained about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; year - 2004.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, 2005 has arrived;&lt;br /&gt;a tad bit TOO soon infact.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to clear alot of&lt;br /&gt;bullshit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and according to&lt;br /&gt;the school website,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siva&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Devi&lt;/strong&gt; are gonna be&lt;br /&gt;our form teachers. How..erm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; is that huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn screw this facking&lt;br /&gt;ass comp !!! Ohmygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal 5-10 minute&lt;br /&gt;entry is taking a minimum&lt;br /&gt;of almost &lt;strong&gt;45&lt;/strong&gt; minutes to&lt;br /&gt;type !!! Every 6-7 seconds&lt;br /&gt;the comp dies on me by&lt;br /&gt;going into what i'd call,&lt;br /&gt;a 'screenshot' mode.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing moves. In other&lt;br /&gt;words, &lt;strong&gt;HANG&lt;/strong&gt;. Then i'd&lt;br /&gt;have to click away in a&lt;br /&gt;frenzy to it all 'alive' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to type at a superb&lt;br /&gt;speed of 50 words/per second&lt;br /&gt;so i can..&lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally RACING against&lt;br /&gt;time. ARGH ! SCREW IT.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender. I've so much to&lt;br /&gt;say but this is &lt;strong&gt;unendurable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..I just wanna &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;how&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could this happen to me !"&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110462453982775608?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110462453982775608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110462453982775608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-year.html' title='Another year.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110426331344192460</id><published>2004-12-29T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:06:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if you want me&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to speak up fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..i couldn't resist the digital&lt;br /&gt;hi-tech 'forbidden fruit' that&lt;br /&gt;goes by the common name(s)&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;Computer &lt;/strong&gt;or more&lt;br /&gt;affectionately addressed as,&lt;br /&gt;'My Comp' by most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think i'd be blogging&lt;br /&gt;but here i am to update you&lt;br /&gt;hungry asses with new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory yet &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the result of too&lt;br /&gt;much Chinese. It's Evil.&lt;br /&gt;I hereby &lt;strong&gt;excoriate&lt;/strong&gt; chinese&lt;br /&gt;composition and letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several &lt;em&gt;excruciating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours of 'dictionary flipping',&lt;br /&gt;my brainchild(s) are &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; crumpled&lt;br /&gt;miserable looking papers.&lt;br /&gt;And its contents are a FAR cry&lt;br /&gt;from tangible reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, i am not going to be&lt;br /&gt;writing letters in &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends..or &lt;em&gt;ANYONE&lt;/em&gt; else&lt;br /&gt;for that matter. So the question&lt;br /&gt;is,&lt;u&gt;WHY&lt;/u&gt; must we be put through&lt;br /&gt;this absolutely painful experience ?!&lt;br /&gt;What an utter waste of precious&lt;br /&gt;time. Common nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE SCREWED UP CHINA MORONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH !&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;FED UP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT gonna bother.&lt;br /&gt;I've had ENOUGH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what i'm gonna do now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hop onto bed..and&lt;br /&gt;finish up those damned CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;composition and letter writing(s).&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much..really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;strong&gt; 7&lt;/strong&gt; more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110426331344192460?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110426331344192460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110426331344192460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/chinese.html' title='Chinese.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110391464647695712</id><published>2004-12-25T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:08:10.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas +</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; Nikkay for&lt;br /&gt;updating my blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and this Christmas is&lt;br /&gt;gonna be so different. &lt;em&gt;Yes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was making my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was checking it twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;in the middle of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i got tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for in my foolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there was one simple truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the only gift i wanted was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110391464647695712?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110391464647695712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110391464647695712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas +'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110363444351571921</id><published>2004-12-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:10:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikkay invades ver 0.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's somebody &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and she's &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; than &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You've been replaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;by a prettier face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So look who's crying &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;POOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm back once again. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bell said that i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONTAMINATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh-so-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my endless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hogwash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wateva you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heh. Okay bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; G &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ever-loving&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;urina and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my bandmates rock to the core !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Man! Get your ass back&lt;br /&gt;here &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;! I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to death!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arrgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! K that's&lt;br /&gt;not the point, the point's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heh. Yay! I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;know&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope indo's doing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good man. Put on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;weight kay? Then I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pinch you till you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, I'm evil. and&lt;br /&gt;I dun care. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eh, the colours are so&lt;br /&gt;limited. Getting sick&lt;br /&gt;of them already. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay I'm off to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xtreme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;ourmet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110363444351571921?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110363444351571921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110363444351571921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/nikkay-invades-ver-02.html' title='Nikkay invades ver 0.2'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110362183974275279</id><published>2004-12-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:09:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikkay invades ver 0.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;curiousity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gets the better of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then read&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just.. dam maluself blurbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ever loving,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;BELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That stupid idiot made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ever loving ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;type that. :) how &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, i'm here to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Cause yeah she said her&lt;br /&gt;blog's stagnant already haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M I S S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're in indo. now,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm here,&lt;br /&gt;happily rotting like &lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm like playing with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; S .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;K sorry, back to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, hope you're&lt;br /&gt;doing fine there yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Spending your Christmas&lt;br /&gt;there and not here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;SUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for &lt;em&gt;today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back &lt;em&gt;tomorow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nikay - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; this was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;entry so yeah&lt;br /&gt;blogger fucked me up.&lt;br /&gt;k that sounded wrong but&lt;br /&gt;wat the heck. haha. okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm done. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110362183974275279?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110362183974275279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110362183974275279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/nikkay-invades-ver-01.html' title='Nikkay invades ver 0.1'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110258192783057387</id><published>2004-12-09T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:14:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Goodies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are ya ready kids ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aye, Aye captain !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't heeeaaar yooouuu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weehee ! I'm so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvin popped by this&lt;br /&gt;morning to drop my &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but very&lt;strong&gt; cute&lt;/strong&gt;) birthday&lt;br /&gt;present. Wahahaha ! :D&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A spongebob plushie&lt;br /&gt;(I named him Spongebob Jr)&lt;br /&gt;that makes lotsa noise !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it of, i've a spongebob&lt;br /&gt;huggable from sweets, a&lt;br /&gt;spongebob cup from nat&lt;br /&gt;and a spongebob cake from&lt;br /&gt;Nat, Nikkay and Surina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can i ask for ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some snapshots&lt;br /&gt;of all the Spongebob goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Hover over the pictures for the..&lt;br /&gt;erm, description ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="My cake from sweet secrets ! So pretty and chocolate-y !" src="http://img122.exs.cx/img122/5684/cake1lv.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Close up, it says, Happy Birthday you shithead ! Love you LAH. They're SO sweet aren't they. :)" src="http://img122.exs.cx/img122/8473/closeup3pq.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Spongebob Jr :)" src="http://img114.exs.cx/img114/7287/jr1jr.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Spongebob Huggable &amp;amp; Jr." src="http://img114.exs.cx/img114/5862/buddies4bl.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="i bought him for char on her bday. Sucha darling ain't it !" src="http://img28.exs.cx/img28/9343/sbmini9dm.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Spongebob squarepants(es) !" src="http://img94.exs.cx/img94/3518/clan7zh.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="Spongebob cup ! Shows different faces on each side of the cup. Erm, you got it." src="http://img28.exs.cx/img28/2977/cuppy3ja.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="you got my drift. (:" src="http://img28.exs.cx/img28/453/mine1vo.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that visual spongebobs,&lt;br /&gt;i figured you guys might wanna&lt;br /&gt;HEAR Sponegbob (&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Patrick) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c lick away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/skycorder/sponge/oneyear.wav"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driver's License&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/skycorder/booboos.wav"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boo Boo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.fuse.net/skycorder/Liar.wav"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twistedwavs.com/Multimedia/wav_force/spongebob/funsong.wav"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.U.N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable ain't it !&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Don't mention it,&lt;br /&gt;you're most welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110258192783057387?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110258192783057387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110258192783057387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/birthday-goodies.html' title='Birthday Goodies.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110243319647311431</id><published>2004-12-07T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:12:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the best deceptions&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the clever cover story&lt;br /&gt;awards go to you&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm a happy girl. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger ate my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes (again)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental note to&lt;br /&gt;specially thank the following&lt;br /&gt;people for going all out to&lt;br /&gt;make my birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;sucha &lt;em&gt;memorable&lt;/em&gt; one. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;No pun intended. Ha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;at, &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ikkay, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;urina :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;((Heh, i shy.))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;An altogether wonderful&lt;br /&gt;package. (Tears included)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ! I said it before but&lt;br /&gt;i'd say it again, THANKS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;eini ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sweet post&lt;br /&gt;on your LJ. I appreciate that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all who wished me,&lt;br /&gt;(i realize i mentioned this in the&lt;br /&gt;previous entry. Sorry, i'm a nag.)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wishes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;baby i love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're the BEST !&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110243319647311431?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110243319647311431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110243319647311431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/thank-you-d.html' title='Thank You. :D'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110225662995076583</id><published>2004-12-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:21:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't leave this rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unturned cos' you might&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like what you find&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay ! It feels nice to be&lt;br /&gt;home and close to the ones&lt;br /&gt;i've missed so much for the&lt;br /&gt;past 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuket's wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;especially &lt;a href="http://www.clubmed.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Club Med&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's &lt;u&gt;HOT&lt;/u&gt; ! Gush.&lt;br /&gt;Haha ! That's for me to&lt;br /&gt;know &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, that's a degression.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Club Med, Phuket..&lt;br /&gt;I did &lt;strong&gt;Para-sailing&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Closest thing to flying. :)&lt;br /&gt;And that's the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; part&lt;br /&gt;of the whole vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to all who&lt;br /&gt;wished me. Very sweet of&lt;br /&gt;you to remember ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be getting older but&lt;br /&gt;I defiantly refuse to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110225662995076583?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110225662995076583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110225662995076583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/12/vacations-over.html' title='Vacation&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110183166264855484</id><published>2004-11-30T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:50:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket vacation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;Moochi moochi :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream&lt;br /&gt;ever just now. Maybe cos&lt;br /&gt;i was too tired. But even&lt;br /&gt;while asleep, i could feel a&lt;br /&gt;strange sensation creeping&lt;br /&gt;through my whole body..&lt;br /&gt;people bustlin' around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, i felt&lt;br /&gt;someone watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crazy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm due at the&lt;br /&gt;airport in about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; hours, &lt;strong&gt;45&lt;/strong&gt; minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oli&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;(Boy, i hope you read&lt;br /&gt;this before you leave !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oli oli, i know how the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;devastating &lt;/em&gt;thought of not&lt;br /&gt;having &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; around for&lt;strong&gt; 5&lt;/strong&gt; days&lt;br /&gt;(and &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;) is causing you&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights, loss of&lt;br /&gt;appetite and nervous&lt;br /&gt;breakdowns etc. But face&lt;br /&gt;it, im leaving. Hush hush,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; cry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, joke please.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you idiot, when&lt;br /&gt;im back you'll be gone !&lt;br /&gt;And it's back to celebrating&lt;br /&gt;my birthday with &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;ASS. Take care and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;yourself, i'll be missing you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'll be back on&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;th December.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful day ain't that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Surina you bitch,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be back by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs&lt;br /&gt;out and try to get to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; are my &lt;strong&gt;only one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9172ec;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b041ff;"&gt;ilove&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea how much,&lt;br /&gt;but it's &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. :) Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;miss &lt;u&gt;MOST&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So love me when im gone,&lt;br /&gt;love me when im gone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Biggie. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110183166264855484?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110183166264855484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110183166264855484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/phuket-vacation.html' title='Phuket vacation.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110165765721749969</id><published>2004-11-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:19:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e42217;"&gt;test my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e42217;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIMIT&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Having one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days when i can't make&lt;br /&gt;up my mind. So don't&lt;br /&gt;even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i don't wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;your problems cos I'm&lt;br /&gt;having some of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; fault&lt;br /&gt;that I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Down and out in depression,&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an attitude and i ain't&lt;br /&gt;talking to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;tonight, understand where&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really &lt;strong&gt;bitchy&lt;/strong&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't feel like&lt;br /&gt;being nice to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like smiling, no.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like smiling, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;See i already know that&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked up. Pms. I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucked up. And i don't&lt;br /&gt;need you to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;See, cos pms is taking over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;em&gt;nipp&lt;/em&gt;ed version of&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige's ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so much said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110165765721749969?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110165765721749969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110165765721749969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/try-me.html' title='Try me.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110159389075556020</id><published>2004-11-28T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:17:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving; stingray &amp; cockles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's okayy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screw YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging in blurbs&lt;br /&gt;today..wait, i think&lt;br /&gt;i've been blogging in&lt;br /&gt;blurbs every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stingray&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;cockles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specifically from&lt;br /&gt;Lagoon, ecp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up if you're&lt;br /&gt;intending to preach&lt;br /&gt;me on the cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;level. I'm not some&lt;br /&gt;health fiend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny i should say&lt;br /&gt;this (since i never liked&lt;br /&gt;using &lt;a href="http://www.explodingdog.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exploding dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my blog skins) but i'm&lt;br /&gt;sticking with this current&lt;br /&gt;skin..for a week &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing rather fond&lt;br /&gt;of it as minutes tick by. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, another skin's&lt;br /&gt;all set &amp;amp; ready to be put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fess up ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna go back&lt;br /&gt;to that place, but don't&lt;br /&gt;have no choice, no way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tied down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110159389075556020?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110159389075556020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110159389075556020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/craving-stingray-cockles.html' title='Craving; stingray &amp; cockles.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110159361321202788</id><published>2004-11-28T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:20:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant &amp; rave.</title><content type='html'>You've collectively taken&lt;br /&gt;everyone elses' worse&lt;br /&gt;possible traits to create&lt;br /&gt;this fucking new personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your weapon of choice&lt;br /&gt;were your lies, then&lt;br /&gt;everything you say&lt;br /&gt;would dig out my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's not to tell me&lt;br /&gt;you're sorry..i hope not&lt;br /&gt;another word leaves your&lt;br /&gt;lips and you'd never breathe&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i forgot you didn't&lt;br /&gt;mean any of those nasty&lt;br /&gt;things you said/did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110159361321202788?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110159361321202788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110159361321202788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/rant-rave.html' title='rant &amp; rave.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110145844943724648</id><published>2004-11-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:24:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the way home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;car hears my co&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nfession.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonight i'll take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he long way home&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Much as i like this&lt;br /&gt;current blog skin,&lt;br /&gt;it's rather screwed&lt;br /&gt;ain't it ? I'll be back&lt;br /&gt;with a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a temporary&lt;br /&gt;template for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Life i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s great'&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're reading&lt;br /&gt;this, do tag and leave&lt;br /&gt;your links. Silly me&lt;br /&gt;deleted all the links. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110145844943724648?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110145844943724648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110145844943724648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-is-great.html' title='Life is great.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110062880130505909</id><published>2004-11-17T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:47:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything seems&lt;br /&gt;tempting but nothing&lt;br /&gt;comes for free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, i managed to catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/incredibles/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FREE&lt;/u&gt; few hours back. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Char's grandma's&lt;br /&gt;friend. You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my verdict ?&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, almost every&lt;br /&gt;character that appeared&lt;br /&gt;resembles Nat.&lt;em&gt; Sad&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;Edna Mode&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..stupid little stick figures&lt;br /&gt;with poofy lips.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her opinion on&lt;br /&gt;models. &lt;em&gt;Poofy lips&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;have poofy lips ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEINI girlfriend ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's free sitting..&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean you've&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt; seats after a trip&lt;br /&gt;to the ladies...HAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm feasting my eyes&lt;br /&gt;on some goodies Nat's&lt;br /&gt;sending me. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;imiss&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only, not as&lt;br /&gt;much anymore. Ha ! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110062880130505909?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110062880130505909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110062880130505909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days!'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110046656974920886</id><published>2004-11-15T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:22:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions stirred.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt;But on d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt;telephone line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am anyone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810541;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am anythg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be &lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..I could be a &lt;u&gt;supermodel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Norman Mailer and you&lt;br /&gt;wldn't know the difference.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Croons along- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song seemed to&lt;br /&gt;have evoked nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;and weird enough, stirred&lt;br /&gt;some emotions in me.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why. It's&lt;br /&gt;like i've heard it before..&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i can't recall where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making me sad,&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't seem to get&lt;br /&gt;enough of it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly amused&lt;br /&gt;and hypnotized by the&lt;br /&gt;visualization on the&lt;br /&gt;windows media player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check ((&lt;a href="http://delirium31.diaryland.com/"&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really touching.&lt;br /&gt;It actually made me tear !&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, maybe it's just &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for these. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;It's Japanese though.&lt;br /&gt;Er..actually, i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it's Korean.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, just &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b041ff;"&gt;imiss&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110046656974920886?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110046656974920886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110046656974920886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/emotions-stirred.html' title='emotions stirred.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110037659434880356</id><published>2004-11-14T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:33:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant &amp; ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;Walking on the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;line &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;between &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brilliant &amp; ridiculous.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down after dinner&lt;br /&gt;and made myself a new&lt;br /&gt;layout. It's a lil too plain&lt;br /&gt;but i love it, don't you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets is out of town and&lt;br /&gt;i miss her like&lt;strong&gt; mad&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;..okayy, maybe not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madly but i miss her LAH.&lt;br /&gt;She called earlier and boy,&lt;br /&gt;am i happy. Yay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#555555;"&gt;My body's aching so badly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm experiencing a terrible&lt;br /&gt;case of frozen toes &amp;amp; fingers,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm about to crumple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm hitting the sack&lt;br /&gt;before that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110037659434880356?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110037659434880356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110037659434880356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/brilliant-ridiculous.html' title='brilliant &amp; ridiculous.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110017608740242956</id><published>2004-11-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:34:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..and loving you seems right.</title><content type='html'>Yay, &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/strong&gt; starting&lt;br /&gt;in a few minute's time so&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for a &lt;em&gt;quickie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy; &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; sounded&lt;em&gt; wrong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. NEVERMIND !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; time today.&lt;br /&gt;Sad ain't I. It was fun and&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..and loving you seems right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6699;"&gt;ilove&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110017608740242956?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110017608740242956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110017608740242956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-loving-you-seems-right.html' title='..and loving you seems right.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-110001298743058943</id><published>2004-11-09T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:35:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach outing.</title><content type='html'>I spent quality and &lt;strong&gt;quantity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time with myself today..sat at&lt;br /&gt;the beach like some stone statue&lt;br /&gt;and got rather badly burnt.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS to some shit asses.&lt;br /&gt;!@#%^&amp;* I'm kidding LAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, the same group&lt;br /&gt;of asses got some fantastic&lt;br /&gt;hairdo(s). Dyed, highlighted&lt;br /&gt;and hair extentions. &lt;em&gt;Niceee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And my GIRLFRIEND, weini&lt;br /&gt;looks&lt;strong&gt; oh-so-pretty&lt;/strong&gt; ! Hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't we hit restart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pause it at our favorite parts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i had it my way, i'd turn&lt;br /&gt;the car around and runaway;&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weehee..i'm happy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ilove&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-110001298743058943?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110001298743058943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/110001298743058943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/beach-outing.html' title='Beach outing.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109991868168430497</id><published>2004-11-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:35:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BITE.</title><content type='html'>BACK OFF ;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BITE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;whenever&lt;br /&gt;you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109991868168430497?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109991868168430497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109991868168430497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-bite.html' title='I BITE.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109984164450959181</id><published>2004-11-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:34:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont give a damn.</title><content type='html'>I figured there ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;interesting for me to blog&lt;br /&gt;bout these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, training tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oli tried convincing me&lt;br /&gt;not to go for training since&lt;br /&gt;i'm ill..Yes, it's sucha drag&lt;br /&gt;to have to wake up &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; early&lt;br /&gt;during holidays..But, i've&lt;br /&gt;missed training a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, just &lt;u&gt;how many&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cadets would turn up..&lt;br /&gt;Gimme &lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; &amp; I'll be thrilled. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Avril but i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T GIVE&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I dont give it up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont give a damn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you say about that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, I dont give it up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont give a damn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you say about that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;m not gonna cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About some stupid guy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A guy who thinks he's all that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt;, i do not hate&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; much afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109984164450959181?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109984164450959181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109984164450959181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-give-damn.html' title='I dont give a damn.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109967141961900191</id><published>2004-11-06T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:37:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First kiss from me to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img114.exs.cx/img114/7040/lovehate.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do some serious&lt;br /&gt;updating on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some bits &amp; pieces&lt;br /&gt;if you're &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;keen to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick yet &lt;em&gt;rather&lt;/em&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;Today was loads of fun but&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt; watch what i blog.&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;Boys don't cry&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary movie 1&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; 3&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FWOOOSH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okayy, inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever really. Eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin it ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Was I out of my head? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Was I out of my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How could I have ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was waiting for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;indication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was hard to find..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy yes ? But i'm not&lt;br /&gt;exactly in the sharing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Say i'm &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;she says. So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109967141961900191?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109967141961900191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109967141961900191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-kiss-from-me-to-you.html' title='First kiss from me to you.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109938655478179513</id><published>2004-11-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:37:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for you. (:</title><content type='html'>I wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Sharktale&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;It's still too soon to call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;it love but i know it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;more than just a crush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109938655478179513?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109938655478179513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109938655478179513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/falling-for-you.html' title='Falling for you. (:'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109931636602481341</id><published>2004-11-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:43:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy candy sky.</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeheee&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I want candy floss&lt;br /&gt;again ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109931636602481341?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109931636602481341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109931636602481341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/11/candy-candy-sky.html' title='Candy candy sky.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109920684504287829</id><published>2004-10-31T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:40:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the curfew.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun aye !&lt;br /&gt;I won't elaborate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, i've a new curfew;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;. How&lt;em&gt; fantastic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Early curfews in the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; amused. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my fault i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; won't read but..&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;strong&gt; sorry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109920684504287829?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109920684504287829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109920684504287829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/screw-curfew.html' title='Screw the curfew.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109897448885623765</id><published>2004-10-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:13:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony &amp; Golfball</title><content type='html'>I got myself 2 fishy(s)&lt;br /&gt;today to keep my &lt;s&gt;lonely&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish company ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My angelfish became&lt;br /&gt;an angel LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, introducing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ebony&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Golfball&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as their names suggest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ebony&lt;/strong&gt;'s a black beauty and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golfball&lt;/strong&gt; looks like a Golf ball&lt;br /&gt;literally. Silly yet adorable&lt;br /&gt;threesome of swimming blobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109897448885623765?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109897448885623765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109897448885623765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/ebony-golfball.html' title='Ebony &amp; Golfball'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109880935950397486</id><published>2004-10-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:14:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did some math today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;more days to my bday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more days to 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HEH. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone has the right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to be stupid and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;abusing your privileges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109880935950397486?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109880935950397486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109880935950397486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/math.html' title='Math?'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109864737537676295</id><published>2004-10-25T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:14:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover i don't have to love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boy, i &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt; sleep !&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i haven't been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;trying hard enough. Hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picked you out of a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;crowd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; talked to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said I liked &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your shoes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks, Can I follow you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want a lover,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109864737537676295?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109864737537676295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109864737537676295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/lover-i-dont-have-to-love.html' title='Lover i don&apos;t have to love.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109855510391069079</id><published>2004-10-24T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:16:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night stand.</title><content type='html'>A whole new look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every morning there's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a halo hanging from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;corner of my girlfriend's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;four post bed..I know it's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not mine but I'll see if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can use it for the weekend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or a one-night stand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109855510391069079?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109855510391069079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109855510391069079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-night-stand.html' title='One night stand.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109845811712568504</id><published>2004-10-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:16:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mm hm goes e little green frog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Green Frog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm hm goes the little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; frog one day&lt;br /&gt;Mm hm goes the little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; frog&lt;br /&gt;Mm hm goes the little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;een&lt;/span&gt; frog one day&lt;br /&gt;And they all go mm hm wah !&lt;br /&gt;And all the frogs go (Clap)&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la (3x)&lt;br /&gt;And all the frogs go (Clap)&lt;br /&gt;Sha la la la la&lt;br /&gt;And they all go mm hm wah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE this song !&lt;br /&gt;"Mm hm goes the little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wedgie&lt;/em&gt; frog !" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp wasn't TOO bad.&lt;br /&gt;But my butt hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109845811712568504?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109845811712568504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109845811712568504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/mm-hm-goes-e-little-green-frog.html' title='Mm hm goes e little green frog.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109795224706580211</id><published>2004-10-17T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:17:48.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi visit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Could it be that the paranormal&lt;br /&gt;is just an attempt of Awareness&lt;br /&gt;to alert us that we are just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming a dream, that we are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming we are a part of?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrospective report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.exs.cx/img98/6460/Image_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my tragus pierced&lt;br /&gt;and kbox session at parkway,&lt;br /&gt;Oli's birthday. After which,&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded to Changi for our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CHEAP THRILL;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="click !" href="http://www.spi.com.sg/haunted/index.htm"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Old Changi Hospital.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I'm not one of those who&lt;br /&gt;are able to 'see' or 'sense' stuffs&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it was fun ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me, it's the thrill of&lt;br /&gt;walking in this dark, abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hospital&lt;/strong&gt;; a sure place to associate&lt;br /&gt;paranormalities with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.exs.cx/img41/2416/DSC00037_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark, spooky and no end..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"If you are thinking of visiting the&lt;br /&gt;hospital in the hope of bumping into&lt;br /&gt;a spirit of any nature, go with 2 or 3 friends.&lt;br /&gt;If you go beyond that, you will never see it&lt;br /&gt;as they are all hiding behind the window&lt;br /&gt;pane or the back of the door &lt;strong&gt;WATCHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. But of course, you can go there&lt;br /&gt;alone, however you will never&lt;br /&gt;find yourself &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. the power of words.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i won't reveal much of what&lt;br /&gt;actually took place but here's the cool&lt;br /&gt;part; after our 2nd trip up, the &lt;a href="http://www.spi.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPI&lt;/strong&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ingapore &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;aranormal &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nvestigators&lt;br /&gt;came ! (Haha, i got really excited here.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, thinking we have company,&lt;br /&gt;we followed them up for a 3rd tour..&lt;br /&gt;but they explored the level we&lt;br /&gt;already did and nothing more. &lt;em&gt;Boring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooky it &lt;em&gt;may have been&lt;/em&gt;, it's all&lt;br /&gt;in the name of fun and i haven't got&lt;br /&gt;enough of it &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to going back there..and&lt;br /&gt;actually exploring upstairs, the&lt;br /&gt;mortuary, which is said to still have&lt;br /&gt;blood stains on its floor. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Better still, the &lt;u&gt;whole&lt;/u&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109795224706580211?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109795224706580211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109795224706580211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/changi-visit.html' title='Changi visit.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109785731892194876</id><published>2004-10-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:17:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY OLI. (:</title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; (( phone )) &lt;em&gt;fell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's now CCRAZZY ! :(&lt;br /&gt;The speaker's like what&lt;br /&gt;shit quality. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i proceed to do that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLI &lt;em&gt;GIRL&lt;/em&gt;FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; ! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;33 you so very very&lt;br /&gt;muchie ! (( Yeah right ! ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to cry myself to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109785731892194876?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109785731892194876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109785731892194876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/birthday-oli.html' title='BIRTHDAY OLI. (:'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109768743586733929</id><published>2004-10-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:28:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A1, nothing less.</title><content type='html'>There goes my &lt;strong&gt;A1 &lt;/strong&gt;for art.&lt;br /&gt;BUt what the hell anyway,&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt; ! All over ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's a 'sneak preview' of it&lt;br /&gt;for those who might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-18&lt;/strong&gt; though. &lt;strong&gt;Nudity&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.exs.cx/img50/3859/f6a7c740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((My main focus.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one of Denise&lt;br /&gt;sleeping so soundly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.exs.cx/img22/5453/Snap_346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((&lt;em&gt;Rock a bye Baby.&lt;/em&gt;.))&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she'd flip when&lt;br /&gt;she sees this picture..HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood for picture&lt;br /&gt;blogging today so here's&lt;br /&gt;one more;&lt;strong&gt; Bertie Bott's Beans&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.exs.cx/img22/7155/bott-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ! Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.stupid.com/Merchant2/graphics/products/bott-flavors.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLAVOURS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man..Cool or what ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109768743586733929?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109768743586733929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109768743586733929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/a1-nothing-less.html' title='A1, nothing less.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109767120503871512</id><published>2004-10-13T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:27:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw your sore prick.</title><content type='html'>Just &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; more paper to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' up so you better&lt;br /&gt;get this party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna catch &lt;strong&gt;Wimbledon &lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my part; take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna go on my knees and&lt;br /&gt;'sayang' your sore prick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109767120503871512?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109767120503871512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109767120503871512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/screw-your-sore-prick.html' title='Screw your sore prick.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109760463337460288</id><published>2004-10-13T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:26:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Honesty is the best policy."</title><content type='html'>I need to thrash some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;One word to express how i feel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honesty is the best policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowdung&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem so &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Truth hurts and 'statistics' have&lt;br /&gt;shown the &lt;strong&gt;immense&lt;/strong&gt; dislike for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duct tape my trap, shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak no words your&lt;br /&gt;ears aches to hear. I speak with&lt;br /&gt;no attempts to &lt;em&gt;seduce&lt;/em&gt; you into&lt;br /&gt;taking in any thoughts i have.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one who plays the role of&lt;br /&gt;"the dragon that blandishes with&lt;br /&gt;the head and smites with the tail"&lt;br /&gt;though it would've saved my ass&lt;br /&gt;from being burnt so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, straight to the point,&lt;br /&gt;no saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you feel &lt;em&gt;"very vexed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pissed off and irritated.. "&lt;/em&gt; , I feel&lt;br /&gt;equally &lt;strong&gt;cheesed&lt;/strong&gt; off too. It's barely&lt;br /&gt;1 month (?) we restored this friendship&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy, yes. BUT not when&lt;br /&gt;you start 'warming up' to my friends&lt;br /&gt;and hung out with us &lt;u&gt;everyday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm hoping you don't take&lt;br /&gt;offence in that, i can't think of a&lt;br /&gt;nicer way to get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you. &lt;strong&gt;I DO&lt;/strong&gt;. Enough to call you&lt;br /&gt;a buddy and anything BUT i'm not&lt;br /&gt;one to make familiar with sudden&lt;br /&gt;closeness..like everyday ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel time with my friends are&lt;br /&gt;somehow 'rudely' taken away.&lt;br /&gt;It's either one huge gang or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offensive ? No intention.&lt;br /&gt;Admit it; there has never been&lt;br /&gt;a time (since we reconciled) that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; spend time without you gracing&lt;br /&gt;us with your presence. Has there ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse me now..but i refuse to&lt;br /&gt;keep it from you. And i called you,&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend and talked ever so&lt;br /&gt;nicely. I was choking on my pride.&lt;br /&gt;And ? You replied ever so nicely&lt;br /&gt;as well. But what's with it girlfriend;&lt;br /&gt;the talk that delivered NO unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;but so much displeasure in the sms ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for an explanation. My&lt;br /&gt;comprehension skills sucks 101%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're calling for war sweetie..don't.&lt;br /&gt;You know i love you too much.&lt;br /&gt;I expressed in hope you'd understand..&lt;br /&gt;You're evoking too much emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint no way no how,&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;strong&gt; bullshit&lt;/strong&gt; can be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby swallow my pride,&lt;br /&gt;and i'd compromise with whatever&lt;br /&gt;comes along since i'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;affected. But &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;, don't wreck&lt;br /&gt;our friend's birthday. Let's make&lt;br /&gt;it a smashin' one for her..alright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't take back what i said,&lt;br /&gt;but i can let it be, if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Or we can both start war and hate&lt;br /&gt;eachother. Whichever you may&lt;br /&gt;choose. I gave a suggestion, the&lt;br /&gt;descision is yours. So long. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109760463337460288?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109760463337460288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109760463337460288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='&quot;Honesty is the best policy.&quot;'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109743092268727693</id><published>2004-10-11T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:35:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help.</title><content type='html'>What.&lt;br /&gt;Am i to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an &lt;strong&gt;unsuccessful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempt to study chemistry;&lt;br /&gt;got tired, hit the sack instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossed &amp;amp; turned in bed&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; long, i got up and&lt;br /&gt;decided to do my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; thumbnails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;complete&lt;/u&gt; with transformation&lt;br /&gt;is expected of me after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect way to&lt;br /&gt;kickstart the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;It's bad when you&lt;br /&gt;annoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of layout to&lt;br /&gt;cheer me up.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109743092268727693?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109743092268727693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109743092268727693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/help.html' title='Help.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109734055212923172</id><published>2004-10-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:34:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oli the FUGLY invades.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Bellina was out wit&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt; in the afternoon and&lt;br /&gt;so she's too lethargic to use her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only cutie's in fronta da&lt;br /&gt;com- Being nice typing fer her. Right&lt;br /&gt;Bell? HEE. She was gushing over her&lt;br /&gt;and her hands were everywhere during&lt;br /&gt;prints-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hanky panky arh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major bonding wit her crush, shopped&lt;br /&gt;around in search of skirts and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;She thought tt was called: "Pei Yang Gan&lt;br /&gt;Qing". The Hokkien Days were back&lt;br /&gt;while listening to parents' talk. Funniest&lt;br /&gt;thing tt happened; dig desperately for&lt;br /&gt;coins and realised tt the skirt was half&lt;br /&gt;priced. Smart WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam flash cracked due to excessive&lt;br /&gt;narcissicism. One more question, Bell's&lt;br /&gt;squeezing her brain juice for tt special&lt;br /&gt;thang on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16th Oct&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Help anyone? *grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109734055212923172?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109734055212923172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109734055212923172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/oli-fugly-invades.html' title='Oli the FUGLY invades.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109715646863382160</id><published>2004-10-07T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:36:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tone deaf bunch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leandra's &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; one man.&lt;br /&gt;Solid, mellow voice which&lt;br /&gt;had enough power to rock&lt;br /&gt;the house down. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher on the other&lt;br /&gt;hand screwed up bad.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, whether or&lt;br /&gt;not he sings like a toad,&lt;br /&gt;he stays &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Singapore&lt;br /&gt;chooses &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;strong&gt;solid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm wishing&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart that&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Ong gets the boot&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night. I'm&lt;br /&gt;prepared to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to Jerry &lt;em&gt;"I'm trying to&lt;br /&gt;be Douglas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;Ong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However, given our penchant&lt;br /&gt;for bad-sounding idols,&lt;br /&gt;the results might leave&lt;br /&gt;me flabbergasted. &lt;em&gt;Again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Think&lt;strong&gt; Jeassea&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheesh, Singaporeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;are a tone-deaf bunch.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109715646863382160?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109715646863382160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109715646863382160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/tone-deaf-bunch.html' title='Tone deaf bunch.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109699398018098390</id><published>2004-10-06T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:36:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESIRE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img59.exs.cx/img59/2999/blinkie3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORGAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIGHT MY HEART &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragrance ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cuts run deep,&lt;br /&gt;these scars are permanent&lt;br /&gt;and always on display.&lt;br /&gt;This makes things difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Alkaline Trio&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;i lied my face off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109699398018098390?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109699398018098390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109699398018098390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/desire.html' title='DESIRE.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109675601412593206</id><published>2004-10-03T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:35:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="196" src="http://tinypic.com/axums" width="138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Black Rose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a poignant sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You, my rose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will flourish.&lt;br /&gt;Fed by the tears i cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Black Rose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want no other; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why even bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109675601412593206?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109675601412593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109675601412593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/black-rose.html' title='The Black Rose.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109665045443995575</id><published>2004-10-02T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:12:36.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterplace fun time!</title><content type='html'>Today turned into a&lt;br /&gt;'Fun at any cost' day. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian pizza for lunch with&lt;br /&gt;the class, thanks to Mrs Siva.&lt;br /&gt;Children's day present. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;She can be sucha bitch yet simply&lt;br /&gt;a darling at times. &lt;3&gt;Water Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Oli's place&lt;br /&gt;with Elaine, Weini, Ky &amp; Denise.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, we had a &lt;strong&gt;SPLASHING &lt;/strong&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;time ! Hit &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; pool; the 1.0 slide&lt;br /&gt;pool, the 1.2 BIG pool, jacuzzi &amp; the&lt;br /&gt;circular 1.8 &lt;strong&gt;physiotherapy&lt;/strong&gt; pool.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that it's my favourite&lt;br /&gt;pool after much evalution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and friggin' Weini hit her&lt;br /&gt;toe or smthg whilst in the pool with&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looked&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;as if she was in a struggle&lt;br /&gt;that precedes death ! Scared the hell&lt;br /&gt;outta me. SHIT YOU ! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played 'Monkey' and water polo&lt;br /&gt;in the BIG pool, &lt;em&gt;complete with goalposts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool yeah ! Spent quality time in&lt;br /&gt;the jacuzzi filling eachother with&lt;br /&gt;earful(s) of complaints, stories,&lt;br /&gt;gossips and much more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Slide pool' was SUPERB. Went down&lt;br /&gt;in almost every &amp; any positions we&lt;br /&gt;could think of. First, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at once. HA ! It's a wonder&lt;br /&gt;we all managed to come up with&lt;br /&gt;necks, arms, legs still intact. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise who stayed dry due&lt;br /&gt;to rashes got dunked in the&lt;br /&gt;last 1/2 an hour. &lt;em&gt;So much&lt;/em&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;her attempt to stay DRY. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, Oli's mum cooked&lt;br /&gt;us a heavenly pot of &lt;strong&gt;Ba kut teh&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk about good life..&lt;/em&gt; HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed &lt;strong&gt;porn &lt;/strong&gt;behind&lt;strong&gt; locked &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;door&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;after dinner and found out&lt;br /&gt;that those who appears &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;innocent&lt;/strong&gt; ain't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; innocent&lt;br /&gt;afterall ! nudges denise* HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But really, we were &lt;em&gt;retching&lt;/em&gt; upon&lt;br /&gt;seeing those gay sex &amp;amp; what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, my eyes hurts from too much&lt;br /&gt;chlorinated water. I've a feeling i&lt;br /&gt;missed out loads more stuffs but i'm&lt;br /&gt;too tired to carry on. Perhaps Weini's&lt;br /&gt;blog would provide more details ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109665045443995575?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109665045443995575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109665045443995575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/10/waterplace-fun-time.html' title='Waterplace fun time!'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109654170284733796</id><published>2004-09-30T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:42:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken vow.</title><content type='html'>Broken vow;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into my own delirium&lt;br /&gt;of seethe..&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do are so&lt;br /&gt;close to &lt;em&gt;carcinogenic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now, even the mere &lt;strong&gt;sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; is. Give me a break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; sick maggots;&lt;br /&gt;leave me &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's days like this i feel i'd&lt;br /&gt;crumple. It's days like this&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not going to get&lt;br /&gt;better and I wonder if this&lt;br /&gt;place is going to be&lt;em&gt; able&lt;/em&gt; to save&lt;br /&gt;me afterall.. I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;i miss so &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; things.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September has been a &lt;strong&gt;terrible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;month. Goodbye September,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO October. Now, &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappoint me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to visit the nice&lt;br /&gt;people who have nice tight&lt;br /&gt;white jackets and live in rooms&lt;br /&gt;with padded walls. Somebody,&lt;br /&gt;help me find my way back&lt;br /&gt;to sanity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't bother messaging me,&lt;br /&gt;my phone got confiscated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109654170284733796?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109654170284733796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109654170284733796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/broken-vow.html' title='Broken vow.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109645680088965505</id><published>2004-09-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:42:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell &amp; Weini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm here to pop an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; this template !&lt;br /&gt;t'was a quickie but i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;satisfied&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c11b17;"&gt;I dreamt last night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh marvellous error,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that there were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;honeybees in my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;making honey out of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my old failures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HELLO ! Its the all-mighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weini oink&lt;/strong&gt; here. (:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of turnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;straight. How about tht?&lt;br /&gt;Join me on my guy hunt !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although a teeny weeny bit&lt;br /&gt;of me is still attracted to the&lt;br /&gt;same sex ! We are looking&lt;br /&gt;forward to swimming this&lt;br /&gt;friday, at oli gf's place !&lt;br /&gt;*WINKS!* everybody come&lt;br /&gt;see me in my new&lt;strong&gt; bikini&lt;/strong&gt; ok ?&lt;br /&gt;IM SERIOUS :D SIGNING OFF,&lt;br /&gt;greatest greatest pretteh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correction&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;grotesque gruesome petty ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That suits her better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;bellyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109645680088965505?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109645680088965505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109645680088965505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/bell-weini.html' title='Bell &amp; Weini'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109603001614939913</id><published>2004-09-24T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:45:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad snitcher.</title><content type='html'>I&lt;em&gt; lost&lt;/em&gt; my wallet (?)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between&lt;br /&gt;Bell and Denise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Denise &amp;amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bell:&lt;/strong&gt; Who wouldn't be if they&lt;br /&gt;were you ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise: &lt;/strong&gt;You stupid '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loceng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;' ?&lt;br /&gt;((It means bell in malayu))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bell:&lt;/strong&gt; Denise aka &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;enise, sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;time really. I'm here&lt;br /&gt;grieving over the loss of my&lt;br /&gt;wallet and a whole shitload of&lt;br /&gt;cash and crap, but there&lt;br /&gt;she is MOCKING me RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;beside me. PS. Mispell Denise's&lt;br /&gt;name and you'd get &lt;strong&gt;Dense&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the epitome of her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise:&lt;/strong&gt; So you think you&lt;br /&gt;very funny is it ?!&lt;br /&gt;scrunches up&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..this is how her&lt;br /&gt;'scrunched up' &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;looks like. Enjoy ! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.exs.cx/img8/6941/Snap_233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helluva girl's a scream.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. HAHA. But she really&lt;br /&gt;cheered me up !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109603001614939913?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109603001614939913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109603001614939913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/bad-bad-snitcher.html' title='Bad bad snitcher.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109569356358327159</id><published>2004-09-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T04:02:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To thine own self be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hit my phone against&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sink just now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAAAAAAAH !&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;there's a teeny weeny &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;chip&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the top left corner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sniffles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have&lt;br /&gt;really been hitting the&lt;br /&gt;fan here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add up the numbers&lt;br /&gt;but they can't surpass the&lt;br /&gt;equations of mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;i'm experiencing at this&lt;br /&gt;point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put nicely, it's &lt;strong&gt;Naivete&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;the quality or state of being&lt;br /&gt;naive. But in other prospect,&lt;br /&gt;it can be looked upon as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupidity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naivety + Stupidity&lt;br /&gt;never made a good&lt;br /&gt;combination. The results&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; always negative.&lt;br /&gt;This time i feel &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;thine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;self &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109569356358327159?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109569356358327159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109569356358327159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html' title='To thine own self be true.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109523224774333815</id><published>2004-09-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:45:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pris emailed. (:</title><content type='html'>Raise a brow &amp; look at me;&lt;br /&gt;i love the word &lt;em&gt;'intimately'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. It holds&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple email made my&lt;br /&gt;day. I'm on cloud 9 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109523224774333815?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109523224774333815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109523224774333815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/pris-emailed.html' title='Pris emailed. (:'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392744.post-109493736312541825</id><published>2004-09-12T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:48:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to me.</title><content type='html'>I feel incredibly&lt;strong&gt; annoyed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sidetrack a lil before&lt;br /&gt;i go into details. I found&lt;br /&gt;a new love !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img38.exs.cx/img38/1314/chad2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chad Michael Murray&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;img src="http://img38.exs.cx/img38/6/18389.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he charming or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gorgeously adorable&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, now back to the&lt;br /&gt;main topic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my phone yes, but it&lt;br /&gt;really defeats the purpose&lt;br /&gt;of having a marvelous&lt;br /&gt;phone when i, being a&lt;br /&gt;dunce, haven't the &lt;em&gt;slightest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clue how to install the software&lt;br /&gt;that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i think&lt;br /&gt;it's the comp. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;it is, i'm really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload/transfer files&lt;br /&gt;to/from my phone and&lt;br /&gt;it's really wrecking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm swamped down with a&lt;br /&gt;shitload of homework due on&lt;br /&gt;monday and i just wasted&lt;br /&gt;precious 3 hrs figuring out&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;em&gt;complex&lt;/em&gt; software&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to sing me&lt;br /&gt;to sleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7392744-109493736312541825?l=scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109493736312541825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7392744/posts/default/109493736312541825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scandalous-secrets.blogspot.com/2004/09/sing-to-me.html' title='Sing to me.'/><author><name>Naked &amp;amp; prepared to die.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sAOGKp6l0KI/SpBCNAjlZVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/e6zKdpg87o4/S220/IMG_0843.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
