<?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-14334204</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:11:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I'll be wiping my slate clean.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-114681702522206242</id><published>2006-05-05T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:23:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My life is just so dull and unhappening now. GOD! I feel like just fading away. It's only the first week of school and I feel so lousy, alone, lost, stressed, tired..etc. I'm getting OLD. No kidding. Mom was in hospital 2 days ago..that was a scary night. Ooh but at least there's something to look forward to. I can't wait for hip hop auditions! Kinda glad I quit cheerleading. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And my date with my two babes next week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I'm still whining because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bf's away at camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: Come back quickly la, Bas....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train me la syg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need the motivation. Badlehhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Bit..&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/14334204-114681702522206242?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114681702522206242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=114681702522206242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114681702522206242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114681702522206242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-is-just-so-dull-and.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-114378665376716132</id><published>2006-03-31T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:30:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have I told you abt how mean my bf is?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apparently I'm very mean to him, so that's why I'm living in Bitch-shan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But that bugger always like to bedek me, so his place becomes Beydek Reservoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NOT FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm supposed to be having French lesson now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know where the class is held. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOD, I SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And later, hopefully, I will know where the bus will be to take us to the Singapore French School for French Sports Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This week spells BAD LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ytd, me and Sham went down to Cedar to retrieve her ezlink, then we were too lazy to walk to SPCA, so we took a cab down, which costs us $3.50. Then...SPCA WAS CLOSED! Waliao. Nvmd. Then we took like, 3 bus rides to the MacPherson pet shop. The kittens are so damn cute ok! Too bad they cost hundreds...Then it started to rain meows and woofs arh. Met Azhar and we went down to Bedok to meet the bf. Ate at Yassalam. I don't know how to end this so. erm. Full stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-114378665376716132?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114378665376716132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=114378665376716132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114378665376716132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114378665376716132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/03/have-i-told-you-abt-how-mean-my-bf-is.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-114353322496806519</id><published>2006-03-28T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:07:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddlebrain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;     I must be the only person to ALWAYS forget to zip my pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hell. I strutted around Junction 8 with my fly open! Until this lady tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, ' Girl, you didn't zip your pants!' This is like, the 3rd time this year? And it happened many, many times before. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't wait for this evening! Think exotic Mediterranean dinner with glasses of red grape and raspberry sparkling juice by the seaside while watching the sunset :) Yummeh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-114353322496806519?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114353322496806519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=114353322496806519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114353322496806519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114353322496806519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/03/muddlebrain.html' title='Muddlebrain!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-114112031317804765</id><published>2006-02-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:51:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chica Cherry Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I miss Cheerleading.&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/14334204-114112031317804765?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114112031317804765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=114112031317804765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114112031317804765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114112031317804765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/02/chica-cherry-cola_28.html' title='Chica Cherry Cola'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-114111924130851554</id><published>2006-02-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:34:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt; HAH. My blog is SO DEAD. Hmmm...I'm tempted to move to Livejournal. Whadya guys all think? Gah today's my 7th month with someone special but we can't go out today because he still got the E X A M S. That word is so foreign to me right now. BUT I can't wait for Thursday because it's Izzat's last paper and we're having dinner at this Japanese restaurant in town. YAYYYY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;     Just read Sham's blog. 'Eastie's lunch tmr'. It feels so weird to be called an Eastie because I live in the Central Singapore, but I feel right at home in the East.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;     Oh yes. Referring to the title of my entry, I just started work! Ok. I have to say that TURKISH PEOPLE ARE FIERCE! :( I'm working at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alaturka, Turkish and Mediterranean Restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's at Bussorah Street, kinda at Bugis there. The chef was really nice to me. The rest? I'm quite scared of them actually. And for those who love shisha, there's a special room in the restaurant for it. It was hard for me, considering that I had no experience whatsoever before as a waitress, but I think I did pretty ok on the first day (with the exception of dropping a few utensils and messing up my shirt with the sauce :S). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;     Ok. Last paragraph is for my personal amusement. TSY is a model?! Did whoever I think it is just asked me to join the M5 Artiste and Models Management Company?? BIG JOKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Ok poly people. Exams finishing, the real holidays are coming! YAY!!! Amuse-t&lt;/span&gt;oi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-114111924130851554?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/114111924130851554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=114111924130851554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114111924130851554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/114111924130851554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/02/newbie.html' title='Newbie!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113921521707752610</id><published>2006-02-06T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:40:17.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease my broken heart. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;French Oral Test was a whoreee...I'm like totally nervous till the butterflies in my stomach zoomed around in my stomach like mini jet planes. I flunked it. PERIOD. I swear I learnt everything...HAIZ. Speaking French is like..speaking German. Erm. Ok. Howells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOL. You know, just ard a week ago, I thought that being a nurse was cool. Yeaps I could survive cutting a cow's damn bloody and disgusting liver and a sheep's heart and tearing a frog into half with the black guts spilling out ( I was a kid! Didn't know what I was doing...I'm sorry frog:'( ) , but I can't survive seeing my own blood. GOD! Ok, I was cutting pvc board using superhuman force, then the penknife suddenly cut through my index finger and the nail! I stared at the red liquid gushing out and all i could do was 'Abah..da..DARAH!! ahh..darahhh!' and started dancing around the living room. And then I almost blacked out. I tried to prevent the blood from dripping onto the floor, but instead, I collected a mini red pool in my palm. Woozy..and then now, the cut part is BLACK. I can't feel anything there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just got a msg from Liping that Fadilah has just been admitted to TTSH because she has Dengue Fever. Let's pray that she will get well in a jiffy yea? With the A's coming up...poor darling. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113921521707752610?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113921521707752610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113921521707752610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113921521707752610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113921521707752610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/02/ease-my-broken-heart.html' title='Ease my broken heart. :('/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113807987900503111</id><published>2006-01-24T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:17:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Miss Maine Coon thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so I was inspired by Taufiq (Air) to search more bout Maine Coons, a feline breed. Basically, I love Maine Coons because Elmo is one! I realised that I have not yet uploaded an updated picture of Elmo. He's like super fat and heavy now and he eats like, 10 times a day? Those interested to read more about Maine Coons, go to&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanciers.com/breed-faqs/maine-coon-faq.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.fanciers.com/breed-faqs/maine-coon-faq.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Maine Coon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Cree%27s%20Moose%20Cat%20of%20Coonpals.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I fink bai those ith upthide down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Chimikatz%20Chili%20Pepper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I...c-c-can't...bweatheeee..ACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Elvis%20Kitkat%20For%20He%20Is%20Our%20Peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I swear..I'm a teddy bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Ourzots%20Newt%20of%20Innisbrook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Singapura Cat is OH SO ADORABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Jamen%27s%20Louetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will always listen to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Alyn%20The%20Baldone%20of%20Heaven%20Sent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...and I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Lebaron%20Wild%20Blue%20Yond%20Ear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;End!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113807987900503111?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113807987900503111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113807987900503111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113807987900503111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113807987900503111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-miss-maine-coon-thanks.html' title='I&apos;m Miss Maine Coon thanks.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113799621203447929</id><published>2006-01-23T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:03:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Theater&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="92" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="58" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow. Hah. Guess I took the wrong diploma. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113799621203447929?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113799621203447929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113799621203447929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113799621203447929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113799621203447929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-scored-as-theater.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113799474730420772</id><published>2006-01-23T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:39:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I bet some of ya will recognise this. It's stuck in my head since TP Open House :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love Mass Dance ah. Lemau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Age Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dead Eye Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've got a new age girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Tell us what she's like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Environmentalism girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Does she ride a bike)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She has crystal necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(She spend a lot of cash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though her vibes are rather reckless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(She's heading for a crash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in a transcendental wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And she wonders without knowing where did she begin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. she's a vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. will outlive all the septuagenarians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, she loves me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She hates to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She don't eat meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But she sure like the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You knew she drives a wind car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(How does she like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It doesn't get her far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Why doesn't she bike it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But it gets her to where she's going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Where that is, I wish I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know where she's going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I don't know where she's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All I know that loving her has gotta be a sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon will you hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't segregate your thought from your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know that devotion isn't way up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. she's a vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. will outlive all the septuagenarians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. She's an intellectual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)Mary Moon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Despite that fact remains quite sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mary Moon.. She's the one for me, me, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RAH!&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/14334204-113799474730420772?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113799474730420772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113799474730420772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113799474730420772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113799474730420772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-age-girl.html' title='New Age Girl'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113757973615648864</id><published>2006-01-18T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:22:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Came across this from Raihanah's website. Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matmice.com/home/spoilers91/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.matmice.com/home/spoilers91/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I have the absolute same reaction as Rai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I READ THIS STUPID SPOILER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-whines-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware, all you ardent Harry Potter fans out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were warned :E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SPOILERS:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Estimated release: sometime in 2006-07 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The final word of the final chapter is "scar" or "scars". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Rowling has said in a recent interview that we will be told what James and Lily Potter did when they were alive and how they became so wealthy. She also said that there are going to be more deaths in the coming books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~J.K Rowling has hinted Harry's death but she also has said she has written the last chapter of book 7. The prophecy says that in order for Voldemort to die, Harry would have to kill him, or vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~In Harry Potter 7, J. K. Rowling has hinted that the Chamber of Secrets will be in these books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Hermoine will become Headmistress of Hogwart's in the future. Ron will be an Auror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~In the 7th book Harry might find a mysterious power to defeat Voldemort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Harry's eyes play an essential role in the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~One of Harry's classmates become a teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~In book 7, the 'big thing' we'll find out about Lily is something to do with the way she went from hating James, to marrying him. Otherwise, there really wasn't any reason for JKR to make Lily hate James in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Harry becomes an unregistered animagus like his father, possibly a stag or phoenix ~Harry becums one of the most greatest wizards ever lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~Fred and George will be captured by Voldemort and and he tells Harry that he wil only spare one of their lives (for a reasons unknown) as soon as Harry chooses George to die... Georges body becomes a new item that will help Harry kill Voldemort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fact: There will be Quidditch World Cup qualification matches during the year although Final game falls out of 7th book's timeframe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THIS NEXT ONE WILL BE VERY SHOCKING FOR YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ Malfoy will join Harry Ron and Hermione in order to help defeat Lord Voldemort. This is because his father had betrayed him and Malfoy felt hhorribal and wanted to get back at his father. MORE TO CUM LATA!!!!but dont get toooooooooooooo spoiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lolzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113757973615648864?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113757973615648864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113757973615648864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113757973615648864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113757973615648864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/spoiler.html' title='Spoiler!!!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113712953187370987</id><published>2006-01-13T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:18:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In no particular order,list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see at school, 2 teachers, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your sms inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Izzat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Fadilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Huda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Emilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Yasir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Liping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Weijie&lt;br /&gt;8. Merdin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. Zairian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Brenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. Rosli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. Khalisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14. Keith Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So what do you think of number 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Funny. Very Funny ah ma. Hahaha. Smart bimbO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How would you feel if number 4 slapped you on your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think no.4 did that before. And we both laughed? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How nice is number 6? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chiam is berry nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On a scale of 1-10, rate how good looking number 5 is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uhhh..gahaha I shall be kind. 8.5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will you ever fall for number 11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Honestly, if number 8 met with an accident, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Call, ‘Merdin!! How are you??!?!’ k. I dunno. Rush to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What sport would you play with number 12?&lt;br /&gt;Running. Cos I think he looks funny running and I want to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What if number 1 got a boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Compliment the bf for having good taste :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you hate number 9? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nopes. Wadever for? Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How much do you like number 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;$2 worth. Hahahahaha. Loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will 13 and 7 make a good couple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA if I say yes, both will kill me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Would 14 one day kill you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If I don’t hand up work that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who do you like more? 3 or 10? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 3 THREEEEEE! TREE! TRI-E!! Obvious choice du-uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Get five people to do this thing. MacDonalds, Colonel Sanders, Mrs Fields, Marie Brown and Mos. FAYNAYSHED DEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113712953187370987?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113712953187370987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113712953187370987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113712953187370987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113712953187370987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-no-particular-orderlist-down-3.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113695216597192836</id><published>2006-01-11T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:20:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulabaloo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heheh. I got 62/70 for my Listening and Writing French test. Maybe one of the highest. Hahaha. It's been a looong time since I last scored well in a test. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I.must.resist.going.to.Art.Friend.at.Ngee.Ann.Shopping.Centre.IT.IS.SO.NICEEEE.YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guess what I dreamt about last night?I dreamt that the turtle I caught the other time at Changi became super huge and it kept trying to fling itself against my body so that it could RAPE me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And the funny part was every time it tried to hit me, I just push its head and it would fly very far, struggling to get up. OH MAN I HAVE WEIRD DREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe stress triggers weird dreams. But I'm not stressed. I just have loads of work to do. Rushing here and there everyday, it's INSANE. Like for example, today after lecture ends at 6, rushing down to Raffles Place for interview at 7. Then after class on Friday, rushing down to HQ for Open House. Then next Tuesday, rushing back to HQ from lecture for Camp Feast. Hectic man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I need morreeee outings like the one with Emi, Huda and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Merdin. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113695216597192836?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113695216597192836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113695216597192836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113695216597192836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113695216597192836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/hulabaloo_11.html' title='Hulabaloo.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113678868020104090</id><published>2006-01-09T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:38:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had fun &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I LOVE weddings. It gets me all mushy inside and there will be this voice in my head screaming ' DAMN! Why am I only 17!' Haha ok stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part about ytd's wedding (Sham's bro's wedding btw) was that I get to meet old friends that I haven't seen for a long time. Such as Fadilah, Sham, Azhar and Ili! Me and Fad were kendarat girls. HAHAHA imagine that. Actually we were quite hardworking (but I felt like a servant actually. hahaha ) but after eating from the buffet..this was our convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, kau nak buat kerja tak ah? Aku macam..malas pulak.&lt;br /&gt;Fad: Heheh..I also.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Looks around) Erm..looks like there's a lot of kendarat already what. Dun need la ah! Er..&lt;br /&gt;Fad: Heheh..tu ah. Tak payah sudah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ili: Oi, pergi kerje la pemalas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack-os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics here. Aye aye! fad, don't say I never upload huh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20003.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; King and Queen and the Silat Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Azhar, Sham and their baby. Khehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks to ili's shaky-to-the-max hands...nice effect though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finaallyy..A NICE photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ili's sexy chest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/Sham%27s%20Bro%27s%20Wedding%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ili is prettier than Fadilah. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The end :)&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/14334204-113678868020104090?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113678868020104090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113678868020104090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113678868020104090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113678868020104090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding bells!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113634516291543722</id><published>2006-01-04T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:26:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I realised that I haven't been updating religiously. But but BUT there was a lot of new stuffs that I wanted to update about. And HAPPY NEW YEAR! slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Hey! I caught a turtle/tortoise/terrapin (I don't know what's the difference) when I went swimming at Changi! It's as big as my face, and I wanted to keep it but my father threw it back into the sea. Haiyer. The best part was he didn't know there was rocks below, so the creature kinda made a 'THACK!' sound when it hit the rocks. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And I also caught a fish with my bare hands! Hahaha. Sorry ah I'm a jakunist, cus I have never caught a fish before when I go fishing, so this is a miracle for me. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And during the hols, I attended the OTC camp where we played captain's ball with a chicken as the ball. MY GOD. I thought it was a rubber chicken painted black, but it turned out to be real when the guts spilled out, the head got ripped off and the legs got pulled apart. Argh it was SUPER SICK! One of the guys even put the chicken's head into his mouth as forfeit. Whenever the chicken came rite as me, I would be like thinking, 'Catch it!' but I ended up running away, screaming to avoid touching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It. Is. So. Bloody. Cruel. &gt;: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And Tp Ncc meetings are like hilarious! You see, the people in the exco is like, Weijie, Zarifah, Iman, Ryan and myself, all a bit crazy one. Haha. Like I'm in the same group with the person who spells 'shut up!' as 'shupup!' and 'kayaking' as 'KAKAYING', rite Weijie? Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     TP Ncc coming your way! If it is successful that is. Hahaha. So this Friday our exco members are going to present a proposal to erm..Commandant and Mjr Vincent and TP Principal. I have never seen the principal before,and neither do most seniors. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113634516291543722?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113634516291543722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113634516291543722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113634516291543722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113634516291543722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-realised-that-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113514361698639683</id><published>2005-12-21T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:40:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents unreasonable. Groupmates are a pain in the ass. Projects equals to *&amp;*%^$%^#&amp;amp;^&amp;*&amp;amp;*(. I don't feel loved. Here I am, trying to prove very hard to THE PARENTS that I can produce much much better results than last semester, so the least they could do is to be supportive, and NOT to critisize and scold me and tell me that projects are a waste of time and that I dont help around the house and that my room is too messy cos of projects and they bring about ten thousand other reasons that make me wanna kill myself. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults don't think before they say hurtful things to their kids do they! Just because I stand up for myself doesnt mean I am rebelling! And the projects are another fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a classmate accused me of stealing her model. I was taken aback when she did that. What a bitch..get a life man..fuck..my model is better than hers any day...bring it on..I'm not gloating here but the point I'm trying to get across is that go get a brain and put in a bit of creativity of your own, Asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm broke, having spent so much money on materials for projects. No..I'm not getting depressed..not yet. Kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113514361698639683?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113514361698639683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113514361698639683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113514361698639683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113514361698639683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/parents-unreasonable.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113445399370418047</id><published>2005-12-13T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:38:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and Quizzes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299558_izdominant.jpg" border="0" alt="dominant"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a dominant kiss- you take charge and make&lt;br&gt;sure your partner can feel it! Done artfully,&lt;br&gt;it can be very satisfactory if he/she is into&lt;br&gt;you playing the dominant role MEORW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PiercedRapture/quizzes/What%20StOOpid%20Celebrity%20are%20you%20Destined%20to%20KiLL%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PI/PIE/PiercedRapture/1134453611_dsaylohan6.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bf9c04)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What StOOpid Celebrity are you Destined to KiLL?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DE/DET/DethNevermore/1133969847_fajitas.jpg" border="0" alt="fajitas"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You taste like fajitas.  You are exotic and spicey.&lt;br&gt;Only the bold can handle you, you little&lt;br&gt;firecracker.  You are delicious and your&lt;br&gt;sizzling goodness can be heard and smelled all&lt;br&gt;over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DethNevermore/quizzes/How%20do%20you%20taste%3F/"&gt; How do you taste?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113445399370418047?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113445399370418047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113445399370418047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113445399370418047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113445399370418047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/boredom-and-quizzes.html' title='Boredom and Quizzes!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113444645608999082</id><published>2005-12-13T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:00:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day. Bad bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I GOT INTO OTC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And congrats to the rest who got in as well!!! Yay the fun-ness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think I'm going crazy. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First I forgot all some of my friends' names. Like saying 'HIE JEREMY!' when the guy's name is actually Kenneth. And shouting 'HIEEEEE DEBBRRAA!!' at the studio corridor when I knew so well her name is Brenda. And calling Lois LINDON. Bah. -Bangs head-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Secondly I'm a freaking clumsy human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess what I did? I bought Iced peach tea and the moment I turned around, it fell and drenched a LECTURER!!! OMG. I swear he was damn pissed with me..I kept apologising profusely but he kept muttering 'Sorry..sorry..?HAIYO..!' Well..what did I expect. His pants and shoes were wet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(*$&amp;*(^%*&amp;amp;% *(P*(*(V%Y*(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then I accidentally kicked a year 3's model of a house. With KEITH in front of me. I could just DIE. He's just about the fiercest lecturer I've ever met. And I'm lucky that he just frowned at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I am disheartened about the lost-form-will-or-will-not-get-promoted-to-sclt thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm upset. Very upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:(  :(  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113444645608999082?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113444645608999082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113444645608999082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113444645608999082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113444645608999082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-day-bad-bad-day.html' title='Bad day. Bad bad day.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113404338231590362</id><published>2005-12-08T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:03:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Random thought: I want to donate blood.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BAH. I feel so slenger today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I called the vet today, wasn't able to have the weekend slot for my cat to be -urgh-, so it will be next Wednesday. The conversation was SO slenger DAMN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: (super fast)Clinicforpetsthisis_______whatcanIdoforyou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Ah? Oh hi. I want to make an appointment.(Long pause) Uh..I mean for my cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: With the doctor or for surgery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Castration. Oh no wait. Is it called sterilise or another term? Is this Saturday possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: Oh you mean sterilise? Ok wait. Let me check for you maam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(checking..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: Saturday is fully booked. Why not Wednesday evening? We will do the fasting for you and do the surgery, and the next evening you can fetch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: (winces at sound of 'surgery') Oh..alright. That's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: Ok. Can I have your name maam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Sharifah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: Male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Female. Oh you mean the cat? Male!Male!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lady: (Pauses then laughs) Alright. See you. Have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me: Bye..see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-BANGS HEAD-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somebody says he bumped into me in school but didn't dare call out my name in case it's like, a mistaken identity. He said I looked GOTHIC. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. -dies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;50th POP Tommorow. I shall go shopping tmr after school. Independent Shopping. Too bad my movie plan is cancelled. It's 8 and I'm still in school. Pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113404338231590362?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113404338231590362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113404338231590362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113404338231590362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113404338231590362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-thought-i-want-to-donate-blood_08.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113384833989023101</id><published>2005-12-06T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:52:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super duper huge pile of stinky work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO OR DIE. DO OR DIE. DO OR DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's my motto for now. For my life in TP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Isn't that sick! -Bangs head on the wall-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The number of assignments and projects and model make-ups due! Horrendous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And even with my newly-adopted system of doing work asap, it's still coming in at a very alarming rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somebody please reassure me that I can survive the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe God is punishing me for having fun on that naughty night. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What you people thinking of ah. Tsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cutting the story short, on one dark stormy night, Fad Chiam and Shappa felt reaaalllyyyy bored and we got all excited about playing pranks on some people at 1am in the morning. HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We decided that it was just unfair that guys always have the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113384833989023101?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113384833989023101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113384833989023101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113384833989023101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113384833989023101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-duper-huge-pile-of-stinky-work.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113315345842331386</id><published>2005-11-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:51:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Updates, updates. First, I want to thank RAI for having the plt chalet! (though I have to leave early :( ) Thankayous babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     I've got 5 hammies now! 3 more courtesy of Idris. OMG so freaking adorablicious! You just wanna bite their heads off I SWEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Thirdly, almost everyday I've been bumping into Catwoman. As in, this Indian lady who feeds the stray cats in the neighbourhood and I love to have conversations with her. Maybe I'm going to the pet clinic soon because I want to sterilise Elmo and she wants to sterilise my Bonnie's daughter. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Is it true that sterilising a male cat means removal of the balls???!!! earrggh. Ouch la YAH?! Somebody get back to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And lastly, I think Keith Tan is FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And Swensen's tonight at town with my bebee Izzat! Can't wait. Ish 5 more hours to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113315345842331386?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113315345842331386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113315345842331386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113315345842331386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113315345842331386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113255424387706139</id><published>2005-11-21T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:24:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a way, I love being kept busy. Today rushing to finish up my project, tomorrow going down to Katong/Joo Chiat area to do research and take photographs for my assignment, wed morning going down to Bugis to research yet again, going to see some arts festival display and then rush to class at 3. I SO do not think I will have time to go out with him this week, unless he's free on Friday. FRIDAY. I love Fridays! And so, my dad thinks he's cute but QUIET. Ohhh SO WRONG :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I've got Hamsters!! They're named Weeweet and Dhoby. Elmo's now not allowed in my room because he always grab Weeweet with his mouth and runs away to 'play' with it. My poor hammies are just so petrified now. They would squeak frantically even when I feed them. I just wish Elmo would act more like my previous cats. They were the perfect example of cats and hamsters getting along well. And my mom just called to say that Elmo's MISSING. I just hope that he's just sleeping somewhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I'm left with 2 mins on this school com. Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113255424387706139?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113255424387706139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113255424387706139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113255424387706139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113255424387706139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-way-i-love-being-kept-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113222628851962654</id><published>2005-11-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:18:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sudden thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I want to FLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not FLY like a cheerleader, but fly as a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Personal glory, personal challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thrill&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want, and I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113222628851962654?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113222628851962654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113222628851962654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113222628851962654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113222628851962654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/11/sudden-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113203025680775697</id><published>2005-11-15T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:50:56.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HEEEYYYYYYYLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYBODAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Sorry for the erm..couple of weeks hiatus. Been very busy, first week of school and all, plus the projects are pouring in like nobody's business! Oh but surprisingly, I feel more hardworking, like not putting work till last minute. Insyallah this will last the whole semester and for the rest of my years in TP :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     With the heavy workload, I hope I can still have enough time to design the SSC shirt for this year. As Thinesh said, it must be WOW! and different from the previous ones. Hmm..im drained of ideas but it's not impossible. So far I've designed 1 for Cedar Ncc previously and 3 for Ncc hq related stuff, and it's difficult in a way. But I will get my inspiration. YES I WILL. And so far only Wei Jie, Zarifah and myself are in the committee for the not-yet-existant TP Ncc, but it will be on the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TP clts and ex-ncc cadets, do show your full support YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And it sucks to lose your voice. I even resorted to showing the cabbie my TP matrix card and pointed to the words 'Temasek Polytechnic'. He thought I was MUTE. HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And I'm taking French for CDS. Argh stupid me for skipping the first lecture and tutorial. (which was on the first day of school btw, so Fera, Taufiq, Dian, Ash and Hilmi managed to convince me to skip and we did the stooopidest thing. Don't ask. Heh.) So it's like, Jerome Jacquet asked me questions in French and all I could do was 'uh..ahaha..haa..arh?'. My personal opinion is that French is SEXY, but a bit spastic. Like blocked nose kinda thing. Like Belching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;S..Arsh..Ah..Air..EE..F..Ah..Arsh signing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stay tuned. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113203025680775697?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113203025680775697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113203025680775697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113203025680775697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113203025680775697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/11/heeeyyyyyyyllllllloooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113052916800386298</id><published>2005-10-29T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:42:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/1600/sharifah%20thres.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/1600/sharifah%20thres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/sharifah%20thres.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To Ninno/Izzat/m00nshin3;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I baked a little something for him. Oreo cheesecake! Topped with white choc chips, chocolate shavings, layered with caramel and nougat and filled with chunks of oreo. Ok start drooling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/1600/004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/004.0.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And he, bought a little something for me. An unknown package. Heh. And I totally adore what's in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Guess what's inside..hohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/1600/019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/019.0.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Walked around everywhere in town, including my old work place at Orchard Towers. I guess the 'sexy hot things' aka transvestites there are actually prettier than my boy. Sorry Izzat. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played around Toys R Us. See la teenagers nowadays. *tsktsk* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Izzat the unwilling pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/1600/009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/009.0.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Shappa the grinning chimp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/008.0.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You'll make my day any day :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113052916800386298?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113052916800386298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113052916800386298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113052916800386298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113052916800386298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-ninnoizzatm00nshin3-i-love-thee-to.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113033925687624083</id><published>2005-10-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:07:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     I know for a fact that I always, without fail, experiences weird dreams. Maybe I'm a weird girl. Just the other day, I dreamt that a girl who looks like me from behind slept beside me, but not on the bed. She was very pale, and I remembered being terrified and praying continuously in the dream because the girl was floating weightlessly in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And this morning, after going to the bathroom to wash up having just awoken from my sleep, I found myself searching for 'my baby' in all the rooms in my house. And then I saw through the window a blue sky dotted with soft clouds with the warm glow of the sun pouring in, and it hit me instantly that what, or whoever I was searching for wasn't there. Dissapointment sets in. The dream was so real. I dreamt that I had a child, a baby girl. She was just lying on my bed, wrapped in sarong, staring at me with those strangely comforting big eyes. She was the most beautifully solitary thing I've ever seen. And then she grew up in the dream, holding my hand and hearing her cheerful voice just melted my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Suddenly, she was gone, because I woke up. Strangely, I didn't want to part with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Weird as it is, I kinda miss the stranger in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113033925687624083?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113033925687624083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113033925687624083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113033925687624083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113033925687624083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113030488279522793</id><published>2005-10-26T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:35:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 18th BIRTHDAY TALL ONE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well maybe since I did wish Happy ytd already, it's not really a belated greeting ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And you know that feeling of relief when you finally made up with someone? I felt much better. Much much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And in a couple of hours' time, I'll be in hq for supernumerary make up lesson. Maybe this time won't be that bad since I have Shamsul for company. Not saying that yesterday was bad, but I knew no one whom attended ytd's lesson, only a couple of cadets and another clt. If ever there was anything funny, I tried my very best to hold back my laughter because...I felt dumb laughing alone. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday was like an ongoing spate of bad luck for me man. Shivering like mad in the damn cold theatrette, in my wet no.4, my hives acted up due to extremely cold temperatures. Like ears turning red, swollen and itchy, painful joints and what not. Then tripped the theatrette stairs, slipped on the drain then tripped on the stairs again. WALIAO. Then couldn't find my wallet so I couldn't take the bus home, had to walk, so missed buka by 20 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then waited at Bishan Mrt for Khairul to pass me something. Late by an hour plus ah. Resorted to counting available cabs for 20 mins. Total? 102 cabs. Whoa. Bored to death, so walked around ntuc and bumped into..JOSHUA TANG!!! My *ehem* GIRLFRIEND ey. Kooky as usual. Played around with the halloween hats with him. Then finally Khairul came, with Zairian, Syarif and Darul. Went ard J8, slacked at coffeeshop for a while. Loco ah..they fall in the pepsi cans all. Haha. Then, came along this big group of mats and minahs who just couldn't stop staring at us. Sheeeeshh kebab. Went home around 10 plus. Ah so bored. DEROB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;**I miss you I miss you I miss you. Very much. Very, very much. I don't know bt you, but I can't wait for this Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&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/14334204-113030488279522793?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113030488279522793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113030488279522793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113030488279522793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113030488279522793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-belated-18th-birthday-tall-one.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-113001061100034296</id><published>2005-10-23T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:50:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Sipaku Geylang la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First and foremost, if you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 18th FANDI!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best birthday wishes from me to you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     It's been almost 2 hours ago that I put down the receiver after talking to Izzat, and yet I can't sleep. Grr. Finally got to see him after such a long time!I don't like living so far from the rest. So yea. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M MOVING TO THE EEEAASSSTTT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WAHOOOOOOO YAYAYAYAY!!!! *jumps around* Hahahahahahahahahaha. Aiyer..jk. I &lt;strong&gt;WISH&lt;/strong&gt; la eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Alrite what did we do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     The clique was super huge today. Broke our fast at Kembangan.Like, almost 30 people. I think we used 6 tables. Usual people : Izzat, myself, Al, Yasir, Fauzi, Happy, Zek, Din, Fida, Yati, Hanafie, Fate, Fairul, Hamizah, Farhan 48th, Zarifah, Fadlee, Maszurah, Remy, Sharifah 45th, Farhan 42nd and gf and friend and some more whom I was not familiar with. As usual kecoh habis ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Then we walked from Kembangan to Geylang. All because somewhere along the way, we took the wrong bus. It was so packed and smoky. Bumped into Syarif at the bazaar. Lol. Got my favourite pure sugarcane juice before Izzat sent me back to Bishan. I felt so bad that he insisted on sending me back, like we're in the east, then we go central, then he go back east again and it's bloody late. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU HEAR ME, SWEETIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And we're nearing our 3 years yes? YESSA! I'm so bloody high now I can't take it no longer. Ok kids, don't do drugs. Take chocolates instead. Astalavista baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-113001061100034296?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113001061100034296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=113001061100034296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113001061100034296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/113001061100034296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/geylang-sipaku-geylang-la.html' title='Geylang Sipaku Geylang la.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112953681287943410</id><published>2005-10-17T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:13:34.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lots of people couldn't make it to the outing organised yesterday. Huda had last min dance practice, Claire had to do her art (NAFA sia, cili padi!), Merdin was working till late so I couldn't meet her, and loads others with other reasons. Haiiiyaaa you all. But I still had tremendous fun with the rest who turned up. Rai, Emi, GY, Zixin, Evon and Liping. Pity it had to rain. Spend our time window-shopping practically everywhere, then slacked at Coffee Bean, where this poor bird was trapped in the shopping centre. The bird's just plain dumb. Then we went LJ Far East to have dinner. I ate just clam soup...blame it on my poor appetite nowadays. I bumped into TP Design Sunshine with his girl, TP Design Huda and loads of other TP Design friends. They always looked so good! Armed with my Mrs Fields cookies, I hugged them goodbye and left around 9 because I wasn't feeling too good. My mens cramps are a killer this time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;And some things are better left unsaid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112953681287943410?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112953681287943410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112953681287943410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112953681287943410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112953681287943410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/lots-of-people-couldnt-make-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112895548564244554</id><published>2005-10-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:00:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Delta 04, with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After JUST having the most wonderful and meaningful chat in a long time with Fadilah, I want to say that I miss you girls in Cedar so damn effing much. The people that I call true friends*cries* Our 4 years was too short. My memories of you guys replay in my mind ever too often, sometimes so real that it felt like I could reach out and feel the warm embrace I used to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when nothing else mattered as long as we had each other's company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we laugh till we cry, and we cry and then we laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we fiercely fought for what's right, holding on to what we believe and how we stood up for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we got into so much trouble that we were called the platoon with a lot of 'delinquents' (remember when 13 out of 20 us got suspended from NCC? lol..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we endured pumpings together, till we can't differentiate our sweat and our tears on the floor. And we cursed under our breaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The time that we 'kidnapped' Bonnie and we named him our platoon cat. And then broke my cage and ran amok and it hid in the bushes, panting. (remember Huda?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we openly give comments (to put it in a positive way ) abt our seniors and cadets alike, knowing very well they can hear us but we still don't care. And then we LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times that we bathe in the sports hall toilet after every parade and then we lay down on the track and field mattress. And LAUGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we all compared the colours of our sportbras. (ehhh!! same one!! yay!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when people slept over at my house for Specialist Course because they lived so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we ate behind the canteen facing the Bidadari cemetery even though we weren't allowed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times when we bake cookies for our specialists at each other's home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The times that we fought because some of us baked cookies and some of us baked cakes during ROD 2002. REMEMBER?? hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Thailand trip times, when we made prank calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And sneaked into Mr Low's room and found 11 shokubutsu products in his toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And dropped honey stars on the hotel floor and Shereen vacuumed it up. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The many, many other times that we did something but I can't remember what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Our first parade together. And our last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fadilah: You are one of those I trust the most. One of the most competitive ones and I just love it when you talk. You make sense, unlike me. Hahaha. You are the platoon camera lady (CO night 2001. hahahahaha!) You're one I can share my problems with, and remind me what's good and what's not so good.I love you and I'm glad you're a clt with me now because I have you to gossip with late at night in the bunks ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liping: I've always admired your vocabulary. You're so capable of handling stuff and I grew so much closer to you since our CLT course together. And I've seen the playful, fun-loving side of you, even though you're known as 'the serious one'. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Raihanah: Our beloved timer. The one with THE VOICE. The one with the nicest nails and hair. The one with THE BODY. The one with the nicest mutuals. The one with the nice mother who tumpang us everytime :) The one who can make spastic facial expressions and still looked pretty. The one whom guys always serenade her for her number. In short, you're the platoon chiobu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Merdin: You're crazy. You're spastic. Your shiny ( think braces). We went through alot together. Competitions, Mt. Ophir, Courses and I loved going crazy with you. I remembered tickling you in class and we laughed and both of us got scolded in class. -_- We went to school and home together. We got lost in the tekong forest together. You were one of the closest friends that I had and I'm sorry we drifted apart now. You've blossomed now eh. So pretty :) I love you Crow. I ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pe to bump into you in TP more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wei Yann: Buddy! Your home number is etched in my brain forever. We went through alot together too, and there was a period of time you, me and merdin were inseparable. Our bus 13 and Junction 8 days..my fellow Bishanite. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shereen: Auntie...I still remembered the first time you gave command to the whole sch. Woke us up man. Haha! You're one of the loudest people that I love and rebellious as you may be sometimes, I still love you k! Thanks for accidentally bumping into me on my birthday this year with eeteng. At least I have an old friend to spend time with on my special day this year :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shamida: Your dimples are such a turn-on. Hahaha. The cat lover like me! Youre the mama of the platoon, everytime taking good care of us AND the cadets. You're so caring and easy-going and friendly, it's so hard not to like and love you! And were you the one who puked chunks of hot dog after the silly water parade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eeteng: Our platoon Alien. ET. geddit? Another kind tumpang-er :) And you're like me! And I'm glad i have someone like you! Cuz people don't laugh at our jokes and I don't know why! Instead, they laugh at us -_-. because we laugh at our own jokes. but I guess that's a consolation rite? Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amelia: My rebonding Queen :) Last time with your wavy hair..and now you're a gorgeous babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You and Merdin are practically like twins ever since you both were in 4C. You and ur ding ding and dang dang and dong dong. k kidding bt the dong dong part! My Malay cinone. heheh. Love you loads girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gzee Ying: Your outrageous laughter and your neverending jokes, I will ALWAYS remember. You find everything funny, which is such a welcome to those in need of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You made so many of us roll on the floor in mad laughter at your wild impersonations of specialists and teachers and other things. I miss you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Huda: I miss your curly hair, therefore the name Maggie :) You're such a hot mama now, nobody would believe you were from Cedar Ncc last time..heheh. I dubbed you 'joker of the platoon' but I guess that makes you queen of jokers because our platoon practically consists of jokers! Sleeping over at your place before Os was definitely so fun! Behehehe...you're horny and raunchy (ok. me too.) and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zixin: Fangs. The trip home with you and the rest was always fun. The potong pasir way. Plus everytime standing in front of that small bungalow just to see Apollo the dog. And you're damn funny too, and I don't think you realise it. Hahaha :) Miss you girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Azlinah: Big-eyed pretty lady :) the accidental top marksman seh. Hahaha. And your weird laughter. 'ahak-ahak-ahak-haaai!'. haahahaha. Your sarcasm is FUNNY, girl! Sexy legs and muscle woman :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Evon: You were the cutest among them all. You are always so cheerful and I wonder how you do it! And the times when you were uh.. s-l-o-w~ like..joke! and 5 seconds later..haahaa-haa! I havent seen you since the bbq teddybear :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claire: The cili padi of the platoon. Smallest (yay! okla..i'm second smallest). So fiery yet cheeky :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Hui: My upside down smiley ASM :) You were so quiet but I still remember you nevertheless. And the fastest runner in the plt! And I rmb the hard time the cadets had in trying to figure out who to greet because you have a twin :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ahalya: Our famous emcee! The one who gave commands with a bit of a slang. The one who aced at remembering all the steps of IA in part A camp while I was pestering you to teach me because I was hopeless at remembering. Heard you went back to India. Tc if you're reading this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hanping: I don't know where to start. Honestly, even though sometimes you may not be very well received by me personally, youre still a nice friend to me. Sometimes I know you try to understand me and I appreciate that. And knowing that both of us are in TP now, don't hesitate to wave or shout hie to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lavanya: Such a soft-spoken girl :) Though we werent that close, you were and will always be one of us. I can still hear your shouts of encouragement during pumpings. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PS: You all are the greatest bunch of friends I could ever ask for. Thanks. And more chapters of our lives together to come yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112895548564244554?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112895548564244554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112895548564244554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112895548564244554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112895548564244554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-delta-04-with-love.html' title='To Delta 04, with love.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112894386528464357</id><published>2005-10-10T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:43:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YES!!! It's been VERY long since I last updated. Hahaha. My computer rebelled against me. So...apologies to those who have been asking me to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. My blogspot website is in Chinese. I can't seem to change it *scratches head*. Anyhows, I think I can navigate through pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Fasting month. It's been quite a bore since I don't have much activities going on now. I've been wanting to go swimming but I can only do that at night. Oh..this comes pretty late but to all my Muslim friends and relatives out there, Selamat Berpuasa!! For me, I'm taking this time to catch up with my prayers and God. Regretfully I didn't do so previously, but now I'm taking time to at pray at least 3 or 4 times a day, and read up as much knowledge as I can. Yes, I did so many mistakes in the past which I wished I could erase, because I'm still human afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm tired of people, and even more hurtful, friends, who think I'm those kind who's 'loose, indecent' or what-have-yous. Ok so people are entitled to their opinions, but I'm sure an opinion could easily turn into misconceptions. And then these, in turn, become lies and they attack you mercilessly. Life's full of shit but I intend to empty them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention I quit cheerleading? Turned out not to be my cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112894386528464357?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112894386528464357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112894386528464357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112894386528464357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112894386528464357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112744730077743125</id><published>2005-09-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:59:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Growin' Old With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adam Sandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm gonna make you smile&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;carry you around&lt;br /&gt;when your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;Oh all i wanna do is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you medicine when you tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;oh, it could be so nice growin' old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;kiss you&lt;br /&gt;give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;need you&lt;br /&gt;feed you&lt;br /&gt;even let you hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;put you to bed when you have too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;oh, i could be the man who grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;i wanna grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Simple but sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;It's always the simplest things in life that makes one happy, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112744730077743125?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112744730077743125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112744730077743125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112744730077743125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112744730077743125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/09/growin-old-with-you-adam-sandler-im.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112705046389599022</id><published>2005-09-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:28:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry people for the 2 weeks-plus hiatus. Can't say that I'm very busy because I sure got a lot of free time on my hands now. Just that I'm very unwilling to go online now. I do nothing much online anyways. Hahaha. And basically I've been in a very wicked mood for the past week or so and I'm quite sure I will blog about things that I will regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer practices resume next week. Heeeeya. It's a love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy yet there's a whole lot of things that are missing from my happiness. I'm not about to let everyone know what's bothering me but I will change. For the better. For my parents. For him. For myself. For God. It will be a hard journey for me but I hope you'll stand by me every step of the way. And I pray that I will have the perseverance to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone. Stay happy. Mmm =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112705046389599022?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112705046389599022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112705046389599022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112705046389599022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112705046389599022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-people-for-2-weeks-plus-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112564034099290755</id><published>2005-09-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:52:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     Soooouuup Tulang! Have been craving it for weeks and FINALLY I got it. Hahaha. Dragged Al and Izzat along to Beach Rd (Best Sup Tulang!). And it's a historical moment for Al as he never tasted it before. All red and spicy and ooommm..shit i'm drooling again..so I knocked out the erm..bone marrow and it wiggled in front of him. He managed to stomach the thing though. And he thought it tasted good. Had fun squashing Izzat's tulang's bone marrow. And I am the sloppiest eater. Hahaha. The red sauce flew EVERYWHERE. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      YTD. AMAZING. You noe you noe~! *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     And finally decided to go Spec Course Ph 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112564034099290755?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112564034099290755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112564034099290755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112564034099290755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112564034099290755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112540318393225289</id><published>2005-08-30T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:21:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This week is Stress-O-Mania week for me.  Been very hectic and I get all pissed easily. Mood swings galore. Loads of work and projects due. HAIZ. I can't wait to unwind when the holidays come. Even finding time to swim will make me feel elated. And I want to train up. Do a lot of physical training. It's been a long time since I've done that, pushing myself to my limits..'mind over matter' kind of thing. Sure, there's cheerleading physical training, but its not enough for me to make me feel excited about it. Stress made me lose weight. I lost 1kg last week. So now I'm about..43? And coach told me straight to the face' you're not that light you know' when I was getting ready to fly. Whatever. That's already light enough. Then what? Turn anorexic? Blast him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;     So now I'm at National Library with Fauzi. He's studying, so I decided to accompany him since I have nothing on for today. Hardworking SEY.  It's bloody quiet. Like seriously. It's almost unnatural. Evn taking out the laptop from its casing is LOUD. So we resorted to having our little chit chats on Microsoft Word. Hahaha. Lame sia. Fauzi's idea la. Ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I want to meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112540318393225289?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112540318393225289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112540318393225289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112540318393225289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112540318393225289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/stresso.html' title='Stresso.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112529919293356817</id><published>2005-08-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:06:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ncc Day Dinner 05'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's great to see so many familiar faces yesterday! The amount of food was just nice..and everybody looked HOT. A rare sight in NCC indeed. Oops. And so we were hot babes and hunks for the night! Hahahaha. And guess what. I was one of those who sang the NCC song on stage. hahahahahahahha! -dies-. Swiss Cottage girl sang reaaaally well! Applaud!! I bet she has a lot of admirers. And OH! Thinesh passed me my belated bdae gift. It's a pink baby Minnie Mouse soft toy! Looks like a baby cheerleader. Nyahaha. Thanks load! Took loads of piccies. Will upload them soon enough :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112529919293356817?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112529919293356817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112529919293356817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112529919293356817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112529919293356817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/ncc-day-dinner-05.html' title='Ncc Day Dinner 05&apos;'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112464163863085111</id><published>2005-08-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:34:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day: Stubborness pays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hear hear! Past couples of days..some lazy updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went Climb Adventure to watch people climb. YES. WATCH. I'm sucha lazy bum. Next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Supernumerary gathering. Flying-fox, paintball and archery. Went Compass Point with Fairul, Ham, Izzat, Yasir and Happy to satisfy our cravings for muah chee. Hahaha. I was quite desperate for muah chee at that point of time. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went Century Square to search for a huge bdae card for Izzat's mom. All the huge ones were for things like 'You're leaving!' or 'Goodbye!'. Dots! Went to Bugis and found a suitable card. Sent me back home and we bumped into my big brother. That big oaf was rather unfriendly and hostile towards Izzat. I'M SO PISSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom's cousin came down. Found out truths that I'd rather not hear but it's important for me to know. Nevertheless, I'm very, very grateful for her visit. Can't elaborate much but it affected me deeply. My future. All the things she revealed to me scared me, but in any situation, any complications can be resolved...right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That aside, I complained to my parents about my brother's behaviour yesterday and so he got ticked off by my parents for threatening to whack Izzat. HAHAHA. Serves you right! And I found out that Hafiz (my brother's friend), made up a story about me to get me into trouble. OHO. Try harder loser! Making up stories won't bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112464163863085111?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112464163863085111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112464163863085111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112464163863085111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112464163863085111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-of-day-stubborness-pays.html' title='Quote of the day: Stubborness pays.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112462470953787932</id><published>2005-08-21T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T19:45:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stranded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jennifer Paige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know it breaks my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see you standing in the dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone waiting there for me to come back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm too afraid to show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's coming over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like it's coming over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That drags me out to sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can only take so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These tears are turning me to rust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you're waiting there for me to come back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm too afraid to show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you, I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without youI'm stranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, So come back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not afraid to show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drags me out to sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want to be with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashing like a tidal wave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's coming over you [Stranded] x3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So baby come back to me [Stranded] x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So baby come back to me x2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heard this song on the movie 'You Drive Me Crazy' last night. Brings back memories :)&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/14334204-112462470953787932?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112462470953787932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112462470953787932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112462470953787932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112462470953787932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/stranded-jennifer-paige-you-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112442611968529440</id><published>2005-08-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:35:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dropper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My muscles are screaming 'HELP ME!!!' Especially my neck and thighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Had cheerleading training. I flew for basket-toss for the first time of my life. Was pretty excited and I think that caused my lack of focus. They threw me up, then I forgot to put back my arms to T-shape to grab my bases and so I slammed straight to the ground. Next thing I know, I was making funny moaning noises like Yam did the other time and I couldn't breathe properly. Luckily coach and Fera was there to help me up. Coach was also a trained nurse so I guess I can feel safe with him. I swear it felt like my brains were rattling against my skull when my head hit the ground. The sensation is sickening. Had a headache and back pain but I was ok after a while. Even manage to do another 3 more basket-toss even though it was not very good because coach says after falling so many times, I started to develop a phobia for flying as a flyer. I want to overcome it but I'm not ready yet. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Went for dinner with Fera, Jenny, Peiming and Hong. Dinner was sooo funny! Plus, we bumped into Tauuu...ya noe ya noe..Fera?! No wonder she's drooling everywhere rite rite rite Fera syg..HAHA! Rugged kind of hotness. Great smile. Mixed-blood. BUT LOUSY PICK-UP LINES, DUDE!!! If you're reading this, please try harder next time. Hahahaha. Not my type though. Never bumped into him in Design School before though. And he thinks me and Fera are twins -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Ok. Bye darls. this is totally random. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112442611968529440?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112442611968529440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112442611968529440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112442611968529440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112442611968529440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-dropper.html' title='Best Dropper.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112430090675012273</id><published>2005-08-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:48:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These days seemed to be much better. To me at least. Yesterday after the gathering, celebrated someone's bday..a surprise candlelight dinner for two at a beach ;) My lamb pitas and Izzat's Chicken Cheese Baked Rice were sooo good....Except that the candles simply REFUSED to light up. ARGH. And the ants attacked the damn delicious Triple Decker Chocolate Dream Cake. Hahahaha. I hope that it was special for you as it was for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday sweetie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you loads :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went down for Christchurch training. Crossed the road to see 2 of my female cadets waiting for me outside the school, offering to carry my bag and file. Hmmmmm suspicious! Upon entering the school, Nazirah covered my eyes and led me blindly into the school compounds (oh yeah. I cheated. I didn't close my eyes. HAHA). Led me to the canteen, where I heard a lot of excited whispers and muffled laughters. Then I heard 'ONE..TWO..THREE!' and they uncovered my eyes. Saw a hugeee chocolate cake in front of me and my Christchurch cadets sang a birthday song for me!!! I was seriously very touched by their gesture. Blew out the candles, cut the cake, distribute and had fun. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/cake.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;                                                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinful..Oomm..Drools..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The cake war started with KHALISAH! Hahaha! I wanted to present her piece to her, then I couldn't figure out why she took one whole chunk with her fingers..then suddenly 'SHHEEPIAAKK!' .Chocolate cake on my face. I took revenge on Zairian, whom I amazingly could catch considering that the floor was wet and I was wearing slippers. He had cream cake on his neck and cheek. OOPS. Then I wanted to attack Khairul but I accidentally tripped him and he fell on the canteen floor. Haha sorry! Then the sch attendant wanted to complain to the DM because 'NCC choked the sink and messed up the canteen'. We did clean up the mess though. They planned games but we had not much time left. Haha. I'm glad that everybody had fun today and I want to thank them for their effort. True, they may be little monkeys but I do love them all the same :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to eat at Banquet with Khalisah, Zairian and Khairul. Met Chr's CO there. Discussed some stuff. Azhar called to pass me something, but another day then. Long time never see him, that ZARRRR!!! I miss you bro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm looking forward to more blissful days ahead :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112430090675012273?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112430090675012273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112430090675012273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112430090675012273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112430090675012273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112395795623333129</id><published>2005-08-14T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:08:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was so effing tired that I didn't wake up until Izzat called me about 2pm. Told him I was running a fever and that I couldn't go to the Carnival @ Marina with him. But I changed my mind and met up at Marina Bay at 4. The carnival was cool balls! Took pictures holding weapons all. LOL jakunists we are. Killhouse was really cool! You get to wear this heavy jacket and wear orange googles and ear muffs and shoot all those bad guys. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/P8130265.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; HAHAHA! kukuness!( Izzat, Fandi, Yasir, Maz, Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/P8130273.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My parachute got stuck in the tree you see. Meheheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/P8130282.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Divers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/P8130293.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Stick on tatoos on Fandi's Arms = HOTNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today!! Worth my money man. Jonhny Depp is SO argh! he's SO hot yet he doesn't know it. Ahh you stupid hot fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this piece of news just told by a friend very interesting: She heard that I got laid by Bradley and after that, he left me. Well...no such thing ever happened. Hah what kind of a piece of shitnitz crap is that? I'm still a very much virgin, thankeeyouvehmuch. It's a wonder how some piece of info can get distorted so easily by pestilential fools.&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/14334204-112395795623333129?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112395795623333129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112395795623333129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112395795623333129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112395795623333129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/carnival.html' title='Carnival!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112395616978433969</id><published>2005-08-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T02:11:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 17th :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And so I celebrated my 17th birthday! Though 17 is not a very significant number, I want to thank all those, each and everyone of you, who made me feel loved with all your birthday wishes, no matter how simple it was. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My Mom, Dad, My big brother, Izzat darl, Aaron, Adnan, Ain, Nazirah, Alfiyan, Arman, Azhar, Din, Darul, Emilia, Eeteng, Eeeeduh, Emo, Fadlee, Fadz, Fairul, Fauzi, Farhan, Fera, Fida, Glam Diva, Hamizah, Happy, Hazariah, Huda, Iliyas, Iman, Jack, Jason, Joy, Kamaliah, Khairul, Khalisah,Merdin, Navin, Nigel, Radin, Shamida, Shamsul, Shereen, Suhailah, Sukhbir, Syameer, Syarif, Taufiq, Thinesh, Valencia, Vicnan, Weijie, William, Yasir, Ying Yi, Yuhtee, Zairian, Zarifah, Zek, Zhi Hao,Zixin&lt;/span&gt; and many many other wonderful people. Sorry if I missed out your names yea?!! Each message does make my heart jump for joy and made me smile like crazy. So my most sincere thanks to all of you :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went out with Izzat to watch movie in town, but it was already late and I need to meet up with the rest to go NP's gig, so I went off to meet Khairul they all at Yishun MRT. Crazy bunch. VERY FUNNY AND LOUD AND CUTE PEOPLE! They kill me la! Syarif's band dedicated 'Stay Tonight' by Matchbook Romance to me as a bdae gift. OMG that was uber sweet of you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Left NP at around 8.15pm to meet Zek, Fera, Izzat and Sharifah Raudha. Sadly Sharifah couldn't make it in the end. Wanted to go Swenson's but it was packed. Then something happened and I couldn't help but cry because I felt so upset. Yeah. Right in the middle of Cineleisure. No mood left and I thought that my birthday has been ruined. But Fera and Izzat managed to miraculously comfort me and cheered me up a bit (considering my awful stubborn nature).Went to Cine Cafe's Red Coke Lounge instead. Yasir joined us later. Met Sher and Et!!! Had a hell lotta fun there! The crazy friends of mine sang a bdae song very loudly (and offkey? LOL) for me, laughters, camwhoring, great food, yadda yadda! Left around 11, he sent me home, gave me a warm hug and a kiss and wished me Happy Birthday again. And the present and what was written in the card was so beautiful that it made me cry. Gah I suck la..haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you again to all those who had made my day a memorable one for me. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112395616978433969?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112395616978433969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112395616978433969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112395616978433969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112395616978433969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-17th.html' title='My 17th :)'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112374250601118850</id><published>2005-08-11T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:42:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those 3 years old and above.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hello HELLO! Just played The Sims. The characters even like made out like mad and proceeded to 'ehem'. As Mervin puts it : 'Cartoon Porn'. Oh dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And a friend reported to Fera that some asswipe posted a pic of me and Fera at sggirls.com. Photo taken from my Friendster. At least have the decency to ASK you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effing scumbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which would probably be useless because it will definitely be a NO because I don't want to be associated with such a crude website. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chilabai betul&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the weather's been very cold and I've been sneezing like a professional sneezer and I get hives almost everyday. Miserable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But! Looking on the bright side, I'm SO totally looking forward to tomorrow!!! Lecture ends at 12, then probably my family's having a feast tomorrow for me, then off to the gig at NP, then watch movie with Mr Lemao King...then err don't know doing what else la after that. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Will update later. Muahs to you all who bothered to read. I wonder why you all do anyway. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112374250601118850?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112374250601118850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112374250601118850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112374250601118850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112374250601118850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-those-3-years-old-and-above.html' title='For those 3 years old and above.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112360290714189579</id><published>2005-08-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:04:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day. Full stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;St Joseph's Institution 153rd Anniversary Parade 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Certainly an eye-opener for me. A solemn and grand occasion indeed. Went there and met up with Thinesh, Aaron, Tommy, Weijie, Kang Ping, YQ and Wei Sheng, and then Lt Fadly, Fazly and Khalisah afterwards. The fun part was bullying Kang Ping and Weijie. Hahahahaha. Hitting Kang Ping with my hp strap and my architectural hard plastic A2 tube.And betting whether the dangerously-swaying Military band guy was going to faint or not. And laughing at the scout boy whose flag covered his whole head -TWICE. And he just stood down there with his head covered by the flag. Oh man..i almost died from laughing!! But other than all those retarded stuff..I want to declare my love for SJI! I'm damn mighty impressed can! If I have a son one day, I would send him to SJI. Heh. I LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the ceremony I went back home and went off to Zek's place for a movie night. I miss doing these kind of things with them! The people who went were myself, Izzat, Al, Fida, Yasir, Din, Fate, Yati and of course, Zek himself. First movie up was The Dollmaster. Scary Shit!! Me and Izzat were hiding behind our pillows almost half the time. LOL. Up next is Harold And Kumar. Funny shit! Go watch it. Then it's The Closet..pretty draggy..and then Drumline. Drumline's good too. Although I slept. Hahaha. It was already like 5.30am? ARGH I'm getting too old for this :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 8.30am, bathed, had Zek's mum's delicious lontong for breakfast, then the rest left for NDP while me and Izzat left Sengkang and went to Bishan for a while, then I decided not to go home and we both went to Bukit Batok, window-shopped and ate. I wore the Singapore colours out today! Like this cheongsam collared top with a light, airy white skirt. And due to the strong breeze, I did a Marilyn Monroe style kinda thing about 6 times or so. Luckily I wore tights underneath. The we both left for our separate ways. I went to Esplanade to check out the NDP people. The police didn't let me in with Yasir they all, so after tanning alone at the riverside&lt;br /&gt;looking forlornly out to the sea, they brought me in from the back way. And I saw my CEDAR NCC CADETS!!! Chatted with them and all. Argh how I miss Cedar Ncc :( I'm so pissed that I can't attent their POP yesterday because i'm not allowed to skip lecture. Was supposed to meet Izzat but in the end..plan cancelled. Oh well. Halfway they were checking for passes and I didn't have one. I thought the policeman was going to throw me out. Luckily Fadlee dude saved my ass. Thanks bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade wad fucking crowded. Got a bit off-mood. Followed Zarifah to the toilet but lost them, then I met Kenny Boy and Danial!! Eating cup noodles with their fellow mods and culture kids. Then I noticed this group of skinheads and I tried to avoid their gaze. When I passed by them, one of them grabbed my arm and swung me around. Turned out to be my cousin. IDIOT! Scared the shit out of me man. Asshole. He was hanging out with the skinheads, a couple of which who happens to be my cousins-in-law. Small world. Didn't have the mood to watch fireworks, so went home. Ok..I want to go jogging and swim a few laps tomorrow morning. Tatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112360290714189579?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112360290714189579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112360290714189579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112360290714189579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112360290714189579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/great-day-full-stop.html' title='Great Day. Full stop.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112359850987836848</id><published>2005-08-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:41:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climb On! Singapore 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Yeay. I went down to the big open area at Tampines to support him and a few of my good friends at Climb On! Sg '05. In a gold baju kebaya mind you, because I went there straight from a wedding. I sang at the wedding!! Kae that is besides the point. ANYWAY, those who took part were namely Izzat, Alfiyan, Fairul, Yasir, Zek, Fauzi (gone long before I came) Nick SP..err..err..alot la. Man..those guys were damn badly burnt can. Like...double-glazed honey roasted chicken versus uncooked white-meat chicken. Ahahaha sooomething like that la. Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on people IMAGINE!!! Err. Especially Alfiyan. Like totally WHOA! And their cheeks are sooo pink I want to pinch em' all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     After the competition, went to Century Square's Food Culture to eat with Al, Zat, Yasir, Fairul, Hamizah, Yati, Fate, Fida, Zek and his parents. Oh yah. Some pathetic mats wished me 'Selamat Hari Raya!!!' there. Ya. Ok. Uhuh. I guessed the guys were pretty wiped out, climbing from 9am till almost 6pm. After eating, everybody went home straight. Didn't want him to send me home because I know he's stoved, but he did anyway. Grr. I love that idiot. Somehow I was quite relieved I didn't join the competition because the girls look damn tough. LOL. Even if I joined for fun, I would get very stressed :S. BUT I WANT THE TOP GIVEN!! Damnation. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112359850987836848?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112359850987836848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112359850987836848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112359850987836848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112359850987836848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/climb-on-singapore-2005.html' title='Climb On! Singapore 2005'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112317940691258581</id><published>2005-08-05T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T02:16:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAAAAYYYYYY &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FERAAAA &lt;/span&gt;SWEETTTTIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*muacksmuacksmuacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok and so I can't sleep yet because I have a stupid blocked nose and I feel all hooot ;) HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Urm yeah.Fever. And I ate one whole kg of mangosteens by myself and I want more. MORE MANGOSTEENS I TELL YOU.I don't mind getting mangosteens for my birthday! Hahahaha i'm serious! 1kg 2 bucks. Cheap what. But 1kg ain't enough for me. LOL. And Cadbury Twirl chocolate. And cheese stick at the Toa Payoh bakery. And grape and apple juice. RAHHH. All these food cravings. Plus mood swings. Plus morning sickness. I think I must be pregnant or something. RAHHH!! Ok kidding. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112317940691258581?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112317940691258581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112317940691258581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112317940691258581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112317940691258581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-17th-birthdaaaayyyyyy-feraaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112300056538560825</id><published>2005-08-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:36:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY YASIRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I think I'm going to be sick D: Just got back from shopping with Izzat at City Hall. Bought birthday presents for people who's birthday is coming up prettaye soon. Heheh. OH YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I've go these new very pretty pink pumps, pretty (...and sexy? Muahahaha)  lingerie and a funky purlish/pink tote bag and a gorgeous necklace!! The necklace courtesy of Izzat :) Thanks syg!! Love you many many. Hahahaha. I'm like so happy la dammit!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     After that we both slacked at the Esplanade's roof top garden. Splendid view!! Both of us were sooo sleepy till we both almost slept there. lol. At 10 plus, we took 56 back to my home and he played with Elmo. Awww Elmo loves him too!! Elmo likes to smell Izzat and dig his claws into his flesh and climbs up his jeans. Adorable habis! Then sent him to the bus stop and waited till his bus arrives. Can't wait till the next time I get to meet him again. Teehehe. Ok then. LATS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112300056538560825?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112300056538560825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112300056538560825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112300056538560825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112300056538560825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112291933254640885</id><published>2005-08-02T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:46:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Architectural plans are cool. HAHA. I love being so focused on completing building plans, office space plans all. Today I took nearly 3 hours to do a plan of an office space and I was so focused that I didn't realise that I was getting my usual hives. Meaning, painful swelling of the joints in a cold environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD A STALKER IN TOA PAYOH TODAY. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREWYOUDEPRIVEDFUCKINGASSHOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I walked faster, he did the same. I slowed down, so did he. Followed me around the neighbourhood I was in. He was this lean, muscular man who was pretty scary-looking and he kept giving me this eerie stare. I pretended to go into one of the shops, but he waited outside for me. So I quickly turned around and walked away as fast as I could. He quickened his pace and my heart was beating like 98750974564 beats per min. I swore to myself that I would turn around and kick his balls if he came any closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I turned into this block hoping that I would lose him, but that, was a HORRIBLE decision. I didn't know what the hell I was doing also. He was almost jogging, catching up with me. I couldn't think straight as the panic rose in me. Next thing I knew, I was sprinting like mad towards the corner of the block and thank God there was a coffeeshop there. Turned around, he wasn't there anymore. I guess I was a bit traumatised during that time, and my legs and insides felt like jelly. I suddenly felt so vulnerable. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idiotpatheticscumasswipe.&lt;/span&gt; I'm so pissed.I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;. Wth. Moron. I wished I had kicked his balls. ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And my young uncle and my brother's friends were under my block and they wolf-whistled while I walked past because they probably thought I was some minah from the neighbourhood. Until my uncle realised that he's actually wolf-whistling at his own niece. Is he blind or stupid or stupid or stupid?!! Major embarrassment there. Horrible day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112291933254640885?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112291933254640885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112291933254640885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112291933254640885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112291933254640885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/stalker.html' title='Stalker.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112283126551542535</id><published>2005-08-01T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:44:43.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOKE ON THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;People, meet Elmo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Isn't he as cute as hell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And the best part..HE'S MY BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/mew%2C%20im%20CUTE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A sudden thought just ran across my mind. I can't help it. I need to vomit it all out. I keep harbouring feelings of disappointment over something, or rather, someone. Hurt and anger comes along with it. The pain has lessened now. And I got over it, after months of feeling like the most pathetic scum of the earth, I might add. And so you said that you don't want it to affect our friendship. Guess what. As a matter of fact, it did. You think things could go on normally after what happened? Maybe, but largely, &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. The damage has been done. It could have been prevented you know. I couldn't pretend nothing ever happened. I may seem ok but dude, that was just a facade. You don't know how much it affected me, till I couldn't sleep for nights and cried my heart out to my closest friends who cared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least, you should have the decency to tell me something&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't you understand? Wake me up. I'd rather the reality hit me like a slap on the face than eating me away slowly. I don't want to hear it from others. I simply refuse to because I was sick of hearing bits of details here and there from people and also because I admit I'm a stubborn human. I needed to hear it from you. You promised someone you would talk to me about it, but you never did. I wanted to do so that night but I chickened out. HAHA great. You know why?? Because I sensed that you yourself don't give a damn about it, so why should I? I still don't know where it had gone wrong. I dont understand you. I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I did. I was still waiting for an explanation till it came to a point where I knew nothing made sense anymore. And so I gave up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DO you know how that felt? I felt like I was losing everything that I had ever known about you, so scared, so afraid of losing even those simple conversations that meant so much to me that we used to have almost everyday. The days when we were so carefree about each other. I was so mad at you, I promised myself never to forgive you. But I think I will somehow, one day. But one fucking problem was that I couldn't stay mad at you and I couldn't bring myself to hate you even thought I wanted to very much. That says a lot doesn't it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You jerk. You wimp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know very well I'm not mistaken this time round. I'm rather appalled that you could just turn around as though NOTHING happened. Don't be mad once you see this. This is not my bitter resentment towards you. This is what you needed to hear from me since a gazillion years ago. &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/14334204-112283126551542535?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112283126551542535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112283126551542535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112283126551542535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112283126551542535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/08/choke-on-this.html' title='CHOKE ON THIS.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112280666235870237</id><published>2005-07-31T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T18:44:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ups and Downs. Mostly Ups :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I've been detached from the computer for only like 3 days but I felt like there's a lot that has been happening lately. BUT! I fixed the pc myself! Ain't I clever! Muahaha. Didn't waste money to service it at the pc shop. Who EVER thought I would be capable of it? HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     First of all, I'm now very happily attached. To a wonderful and a very, very sweet guy. I never knew it that side of him existed. Muahaha ;) Sneak peek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/200/me%20and%20him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Secondly. I've got a warning letter for Valentino Chan's lecture. I've seen this one coming. After not showing my face there for so long, I will go OK. I'm very sure they will throw one huge "WELCOME BACK SHARIFAH!!!" party for me. Heheh. Ok enough jokes. If I don't show up my face, my ass's going to get burnt pretty badly. Argh. My mom opened the letter and both my parents talked to me. I told them that I just didn't like his class. Ok stupid reason. I think my mom's having a nightmare about this warning letter shit, because she just woke up and in a blur state asked me 'Eh...Matul..you never go class ah today?'. It's a Sunday btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     And I'm missing one week of cheerleading training. I'm PRAYING hard that I won't injure myself. I'm not clumsy! Accidents do happen. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     And Darul just sent me a song titled 'Cuppycake'. OMG SO effing cute!! And I forgot what else I wanted to blog about. Weelll..till then. Laters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112280666235870237?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112280666235870237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112280666235870237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112280666235870237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112280666235870237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/ups-and-downs-mostly-ups.html' title='The Ups and Downs. Mostly Ups :)'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112279868732222201</id><published>2005-07-31T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:31:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - You're Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Freaking nice song. Oh it's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;If I was the guy I will just die! Argh. Ok. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;Fucking high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112279868732222201?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112279868732222201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112279868732222201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112279868732222201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112279868732222201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/james-blunt-youre-beautiful.html' title='James Blunt - You&apos;re Beautiful'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112254676282110617</id><published>2005-07-28T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:46:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lighting Studies lecture presentation was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked with the usual Business School people at Jupiter Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7th floor of the TP library with Fera.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Big Guy. &lt;br /&gt;Left Library at 8pm and went to Fera's grandparent's house to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We ate. Chatted. Joked. Laughed. LAUGHED. LAUGHHEEDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Left around 10.30pm to meet Izzat at BR Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Sent Fera home.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home :)&lt;br /&gt;He missed the last bus by a mere 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;and decided to walk back home from BISHAN to BEDOK RESERVOIR.&lt;br /&gt;MADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness :D&lt;br /&gt;So finally convinced him to take cab home.&lt;br /&gt;After begging him like mad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 0020hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Lecture later at 9am?&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112254676282110617?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112254676282110617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112254676282110617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112254676282110617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112254676282110617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/bliss_28.html' title='Bliss!'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112244224986235518</id><published>2005-07-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:13:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HELLO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     I just came back from physio and a traditional massage. Shiokkk omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Physio was ok. The massage..was..painful. A full body massage. The lady massaged my wrist first, then my whole right arm, and told me that my upper arm was swollen because my one of my veins went the wrong way and so like..'masuk angin' and the blood couldn't flow properly. Sounds gross. Hahaha. Then she made me lie on top of this soft board where it's those kind you put your face through the hole and enjoy the floor below. I think the REAL purpose of that hole was to not let her see my contorted, spastic expressions while she 'tortured' my body. I had to undress.Even my mom hasn't seen me like 3/4 naked since I don't know when. After about 5 mins of intense massaging, she asked me' Eh..how come your body's so red? Like as if it's on fire like that!'. Like..erm. I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     But when it comes to my spine, it was hell. I squeezed my eyes tight to block out the pain. Soon after, I kind of teared because it was too painful. I know it sounds cliche, but no pain, no gain. I kept telling myself "Cummon, endure bitch. Think of other stuff. Shut out the pain". After about 45 mins of massage, I met my dad who decided to have a foot massage. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     I found out my dad's been telling the man there that I attract those 'things' and there has been sightings in my room ever since what happened to me 4 months ago. The man asked me some questions, then told me that I somewhat have a strong will. I 'm coming back to that place again but this time, another person's going to ask me questions, find out what's been bothering me and my room and so forth. It freaks me out a little actually. I don't want to bother much about it.But I guess its for my own good. I got to get going for lecture now. I'm OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112244224986235518?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112244224986235518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112244224986235518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112244224986235518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112244224986235518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/shiok.html' title='Shiok...'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112243043181376177</id><published>2005-07-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:13:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day's like Cherry Garcia. NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Cheer practices are getting more intensive nowadays.Jeremy became my base today. We never partnered each other before, but I think we did quite ok, just that it was difficult getting on top of him because his shorts were too slippery. At one point I was almost up already, then I slipped and slide down his body. Two sweaty bodies colliding like that is absolute crudeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Then came the painful part. Nigel based me and I fell while doing a shoulder stand on him. I slipped and landed on my tailbone, then I felt a crack somewhere along my spine. A shot of pain went through my body, but I guess the shock numbed the pain for a while. A thought ran through my mind. "Oh God..am I going to be paralysed?' Yes call it paranoia but it was painful like FUCK. I didn't do the rest of the remaining training. At some point or another I felt like crying because the pain was nothing like I ever imagined and thankfully, the coach, captain, Fera dear and the rest was there to help me out. And Nigel, it wasn't your fault. It was an accident. I felt so bad that he felt terrible about it. So hugs to you Nigel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     So, tomorrow I'm going to go for physiotheraphy at 11am for my back and wrist. In just a few practices, I had a twisted wrist, a shoulder blade which dropped by 5 cm, a torn bleeding lower lip and now back injury. Somehow, after each incident, I don't feel very afraid. I thought I would distance myself away from future stunts. In fact, now I take these as challenges so that I'll come back stronger, more confident. I just hope this pain will lessen. Even sneezing brings a shot of pain throughout my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     WARGH see!! I told you my tuesdays are jinxed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     But on a brighter note, I bumped into my neighbour on the way up the stairs. Freaking good-looker! Or so I think so. Hahaha. It's funny how we lived only two doors away for almost 11 years but we don't interact that much. And oh yeah. His sister is the Cheryl Miles who's with Cherry Chocolate Candy who won the Talentime 2001. I don't see that hot babe around as much anymore. Hmm. I shall go rest now. Tatas~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I think...I'm falling for you :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/14334204-112243043181376177?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112243043181376177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112243043181376177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112243043181376177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112243043181376177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-days-like-cherry-garcia-not.html' title='My day&apos;s like Cherry Garcia. NOT.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112231376857874394</id><published>2005-07-26T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:49:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have a dislike for Tuesdays. I dread Tuesdays. I reall do.Hearrrrgh! I'm always jinxed on Tuesdays. ALWAYS. And I have eyebags and dark eye rings now. And to make it worse I feel superbly lousy now. Don't ask me why. HAIZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     Today was fine. Had MTPre lecture. Argh. So stressed can! All those architectural plan and elevated drawings and one/two point perspective kills me.  Then slacked at Jupiter Cafe with Fera dahling and Vicnan till 6. Then set off to TM Macs to do my architectural drawings till about 9.30pm. Izzat, Al and Nick joined me after their climb at SP and slacked around till 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talked about what a girl should do if they are on the verge of being molested. Hahaha DOTS. Wanted to take 8 back home but the bus driver was being such a bastard. I SWEAR HE SAW US yet he drove away. Freaking ass of a baboon. So I took 969 to Khatib then took the mrt back home. And so I went home with a lousy feeling in my heart. And it's still there. Damn it ok. I want to think happy thoughts now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112231376857874394?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112231376857874394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112231376857874394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112231376857874394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112231376857874394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/tuesday-blues.html' title='Tuesday Blues.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14334204.post-112223084918026820</id><published>2005-07-25T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:54:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FINALLY. After months of pondering over whether I want to get a new blog, here I am. Stupid me. I suck at html stuffos. That set me back like, for a few weeks. Yeah I'm that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanted the dead roses template but I gave up on that. Haha freaking loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep and it's almost 3. I've been doing lots of thinking and I know it's unhealthy but I'm stressing myself up with shits and nonsense and what-have-yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike confusions. I dislike assumptions. Unfortunately this is exactly what I'm experiencing now. I'm feeling this dread. Maybe I shoudn't have said what I said. It hurts to see someone I care for hurt. And to think that I may be the biggest cause of it all. I feel like...shit. I'm so sorry. I'm just praying that it will all be a big dumbass misunderstanding that we can all laugh about one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this euphoric feeling. I can't help it. With you, everything feels wonderful. It's been a long time since I felt this way. You make me feel happy.Could it be..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria and dread. DAMN. Nice mixture eh.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14334204-112223084918026820?l=smudgedkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/112223084918026820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14334204&amp;postID=112223084918026820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112223084918026820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14334204/posts/default/112223084918026820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgedkisses.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-ever.html' title='First Ever.'/><author><name>belladona</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16394995378635539742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1337/1294/320/small1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
